Chapter 182

Two years later.

Yu Zhengyang took the folder and hurried into Zhang Zicheng's office.

Mr. Zhang, the United States is now affected by the epidemic, which has raised the price of chips by 200 to 300 times. A chip that used to cost 10 yuan now costs more than 1000 yuan, which has greatly increased the cost of our printers.

"I believe that domestic chips will be developed soon."

"But not yet, and we still have 10000 reservation lists that haven't been made, and other materials are rising. I'm worried that these lists are losing money. If the company continues to lose money, many employees are afraid to leave."

"Raise the price a little more."

"I'm afraid that won't work. Other brands haven't raised their prices, especially Deng. They have a lot of chips."

Zhang Zicheng has never had the habit of storing goods. In his opinion, the development of science and technology is changing with each passing day. Some things can't be used again after they are out of date.

Zhang Zicheng frowned.

Ling Weiwei came in.

"Zicheng, your favorite Loba chicken leg. I said I wouldn't eat it long ago. Take it away."

"Zhengyang said you like it very much. I lined up all morning to buy it."

Previously, Ling Weiwei asked Yu Zhengyang to give the chicken leg to Zhang Zicheng. Zhang Zicheng didn't know she had prepared it.

"I won't eat what you bought for ten days."

Her mother was right. The man was really cold-blooded.

One year since she told him to break up, she not only failed to warm his cold heart, but he became colder and colder to her.

He clearly didn't remember anything.

"I have something important to deal with. Don't come up without an appointment in the future. The people below won't let you up."

"She has disappeared from your world for a year. If she really cares about you and knows you have lost your memory, will she leave?"

"You don't care about my business."

Ling went out with a dark face.

For him, she tried her best. Sometimes she even hated herself, but after a year, it turned out to be so.

Sometimes she would wonder whether it was a disaster or a blessing to meet him.

**

Chengxin group

Dai Yingzhi paced back and forth in the office.

Two years ago, she left Yuanhua and came to Chengxin to sell chips.

I don't want to have anything to do with Yuanhua, but the company gives good conditions and she likes the working environment and atmosphere.

Five months ago, her friend Wang Wenxin told her that the chip would rise in a period of time, allowing her to stock up.

I didn't expect this period of time to come so fast.

Looking at the huge boxes of chips at home, she thought of Zhang Zicheng.

She knows that 3D printers need chips and that he has no habit of storing goods.

The string of familiar telephone numbers sprang up in my mind.

But she didn't have the courage to pull it out.

Finally, she chose email.

Do you want a chip? 20 yuan a piece.

Deleted a lot of words, leaving only the most critical sentence.

Zhang Zicheng came home, opened his private mailbox, and an email jumped out.

It's a strange number, a strange person.

But whoever it was, he wanted to see. He asked for the other party's number and dialed.

Soon a deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "hello."

It was a simple word. He recognized her.

"Yingzhi."

She thought he had forgotten him outside the nine night cloud. Unexpectedly, he still heard her voice. She asked tremblingly, "have you recovered your memory?"

"No."

She let out a sigh of disappointment and didn't know what to say.