According to Fang Changan's idea, what we need to do is not just chips, but a completely domestic smartphone from design software to application systems, from the inside to the outside...

To be honest, this is not like an ideal, but more like an imagination.

Fang Chang'an did think so, but he also knew that it was so difficult that he might not be able to see it in his lifetime, so he only smiled and didn't talk about this topic.

"When you look back on your question, I can clearly agree to you, or write it on the contract. When ancient poems have the strength, I will start the self-development of the chip project as soon as possible."

"The open source of Android systems has lowered the entry threshold for smartphones, but it also brought about a serious problem, that is, the homogeneity of the application ecosystem - one day in the future, the smartphone market will mature and the industrial chain will mature. Different mobile phone manufacturers, using the same Android system and the same supply chain technology, are there any difference besides the brand?"

"What do I use to convince consumers to buy ancient poetry instead of other mobile phone manufacturers? What do I use to convince consumers to pay for the high-endness of ancient poetry brands?"

"Only people have no self can differentiate."

"Ancient poetry must take the path of self-development, not just processors—"

"Of course, even if you promise to come to ancient poetry, I cannot guarantee that you will be responsible for this matter at that time. This is not something that can be easily decided."

Zhang Yuanzhi's coffee also came up, and the waiter placed it on the table. Zhang Yuanzhi picked it up, put it down to his mouth, looked at Fang Chang'an, and looked at him for a while before asking: "How many years do you think ancient poetry will take, have the strength, and do you need to develop a self-developed processor?"

Fang Chang'an thought for a moment, "I can't make a clear guarantee to you, but I personally estimate that it should be about three years, no more than five years-"

He paused and said, "What I can guarantee is that as long as the annual net profit of the ancient poetry company exceeds 100 million, I will consider it."

Zhang Yuanzhi was obviously stunned for a moment.

The goal of 100 million net profit sounds huge, but it is definitely not much for a mobile phone company. For example, Lenovo, whose net profit in the fourth quarter of last year was nearly one billion yuan.

Especially when choosing to get involved in self-developed chips, the profit of 100 million yuan can only be said to be too meager.

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Yuanzhi stared at Chang'an, and asked in a deep voice with a serious expression: "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Fang Chang'an nodded, and then feared that he would misunderstand, and added: "You heard it clearly. What I said was to consider, because I have no way to evaluate the specific expenditure yet, so I can only say to consider it."

"I heard it clearly."

Zhang Yuanzhi nodded, "What position should I hold when I go there?"

"ah?"

Chang'an was stunned when he changed his house this time. He didn't have to think about it so hasty?

"At present, the company's structure is still relatively rough. You are temporarily the chief engineer of the hardware department and the deputy director. Do you think this position is OK?"

In fact, Zhang Yuanzhi was the first candidate for the head of the hardware department, but he came late. Moreover, after the last meeting, Fang Changan and Tang Zhaoyu both thought that he would come, so Cheng Yuanrong arrived first and gave him the position.

Of course, there will definitely be adjustments when it comes to the right track in the future.

"Yes, I can verbally promise you to work for three years. If you don't have a self-developed plan in three years, I will consider leaving."

Zhang Yuanzhi drank the coffee in a short time and wiped the corner of his mouth, "Okay, that's it, I'll resign when I go back."

"Well……"

"Don't worry, if you can't do it, you won't need to drive people away. I will leave myself." Seeing that Fang Chang'an wanted to speak but stopped, Zhang Yuanzhi waved his hand very understandingly, "But I believe in my level."

"No, I mean, you're not talking about treatment anymore?"

"That's what I said last time..."
Chapter completed!