Architecture

"What are they doing?"

"Is someone chasing them? Hmm? No, there's no one."

"These are Revival Group security guards, right? In this market area, who would dare provoke Boss Han now?"

On the street, a total of 30 people, wearing clothes with the Revival Group name printed on them, were running slowly, each one as tired as a dead dog.

Behind them, Shen the Butcher rode an electric bike, scolding as he went, "You call this wanting to be security guards? You're this tired just from running? If you can't do it, tell me early, there are plenty of people who want the job!"

"I quit, I can't run anymore!"

A prospective security guard stumbled and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up but couldn't, and couldn't help but shout.

Sweat, tears, and snot mixed on his face, like it was raining.

"If you can't do it, get lost! Your name is removed from the internal personnel list! From now on, you are no longer a member of the Revival Group!"

Shen the Butcher showed no mercy. He coldly dropped a sentence and rode away directly.

Seeing this scene, the remaining 29 people were as silent as cicadas in winter.

Zhang Dazhu gritted his teeth, not speaking, not looking around, not thinking wildly, just focusing on running forward with his head down.

After running ten thousand meters and returning to the martial arts hall, only 27 people remained. Three had been eliminated.

These 27 people slumped on the ground, leaning left and right, too tired to even move a finger.

"Who told you to sit down? Get up, all of you! Do stretches!"

Shen the Butcher shouted, hitting and scolding, the bamboo stick in his hand cracking down on the prospective security guards. The prospective security guards cried out in pain as they were hit.

Three or four hours passed, and these 27 people felt as if their legs were no longer their own.

"Alright. From now on, rest for half an hour, then eat!"

"Eat?"

Zhang Dazhu's spirits lifted, and only then did he feel the hunger in his belly burning like fire.

Arriving at the mess hall, he saw the large buckets of steaming white rice on the counter, and the piles of braised pork in the large iron pans. Zhang Dazhu's eyes immediately went wide.

Holy crap... this food, it's worth dying of exhaustion for.

Just as he was about to rush forward, Shen the Butcher let out another roar.

"Line up!"

The bamboo stick came down with a crackling sound again.

This bamboo stick wouldn't injure people when hitting them, but it hurt a lot. Combined with Shen the Butcher's technique, which specifically targeted fleshy areas, one strike left a red mark.

The 27 people obediently lined up and took their food one by one.

"Everyone is exhausted, eat as much as you want, eat your fill! But there's one thing, no wasting!"

Eat your fill?

Zhang Dazhu's eyes were almost turning red.

When had he ever dared to eat his fill before? With the little money he earned, it would be gone if he wasn't careful.

The 27 prospective security guards devoured their food. Especially Zhang Dazhu, who filled his large bowl with white rice, poured meat broth over it, and covered it with a generous amount of braised pork. He ate bowl after bowl, eating four bowls in total before he was satisfied.

Looking at the prospective security guards wolfing down their food, Shen the Butcher's face showed a hint of cruel smile.

"Alright, eating is over, rest for an hour, then continue this afternoon!"

In the afternoon, Shen the Butcher arranged strength and combat sparring training. The prospective security guards, whose bellies were round from lunch, didn't feel much at first, but after training for a while, they felt breathless, their stomachs churning, and they started throwing up one after another.

Eating too much and then expending too much physical energy would cause vomiting.

Shen the Butcher watched coldly, showing no mercy, and the training continued.

At dinner time, facing the same large buckets of white rice and braised pork, the prospective security guards were much more well-behaved, each only eating until they were about 80% full and not daring to eat more.

At this moment, three more prospective security guards had second thoughts.

This life was too hard. This damn Shen the Butcher was too black-hearted and too ruthless. This life was unbearable.

After eating, these three immediately found Shen the Butcher and offered to resign. Shen the Butcher didn't try to keep them at all, signing the papers readily. The three took the slips and went to find Zhao Fu, who was in charge of finances.

"Brother Fu, this life is unbearable."

Looking at the three men with dejected faces, Zhao Fu sighed inwardly.

Since Han Yang announced the rules and regulations of the Revival Group, stating that gambling, prostitution, and drugs were strictly prohibited, a group of people had already come to resign. These three were considered relatively capable brothers in the gang before, and now they were also coming to resign, which made Zhao Fu feel a bit uncomfortable.

However, this was Han Yang's order, and Zhao Fu had no choice.

He readily gave them severance pay, and Zhao Fu sighed, "Brothers, have a good journey. We'll meet again in the future if fate allows."

While the prospective security guards were undergoing hellish training, in the core area of Fuxing Base, Han Yang was not idle either.

While operating 40 computers to process orders, Han Yang was also burying himself in studying.

The deeper he studied, the more complex the knowledge involved became, so complex that even Han Yang had to study seriously to understand it.

Especially, after Han Yang's CPU manufacturing level reached the 2.72mm process, to make further progress, it involved another even more complex aspect.

architecture.

Han Yang could no longer proceed as before, simply starting work once he had transistors and circuit boards. At this level of precision, he had to design the overall structure, which is what is known as CPU architecture.

It's like building a small rural house; you can just stack bricks without any design. But if you want to build a tall building, you can't do it without a design.

Instruction registers, shift registers, memory, cache, the connections between circuits, the distance between two semiconductors, the overall layout, and so on – all needed to be considered and arranged uniformly, just like how building a tall building requires considering fire safety, electrical systems, lighting, communication, layout, access routes, material strength, and other aspects.

Under normal circumstances, designing a CPU, even a primitive one, is the work of an entire team. People with various specialties within the team collaborate, each responsible for a specific area, to design a CPU.

But here with Han Yang, he had to handle every aspect himself.

Fortunately, Han Yang had already integrated the chip; otherwise, even if he worked himself to death and his brain exploded, he wouldn't be able to complete it.

On that 40th computer, over 20 chat windows were constantly communicating about business, and drawing software was open next to the screen, slowly carrying out the architectural design.

The robotic arm moved rapidly, typing on the keyboard with a clatter, as if it were about to fly. The various windows on the screen switched quickly, making it dazzling. If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't even be able to see clearly what was being displayed.

Han Yang himself sat in the research lab, studying a thick book while constantly sketching on white paper with a pencil.

Simultaneously advancing several aspects at once caused Han Yang's brain's computing power utilization rate to directly soar to a high of 99%.

After finally finishing the day's learning tasks, Han Yang stretched and sighed inwardly, Learning is really a damn tough job.