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Chapter 1853 Whose stuff is this?

Daqian 7 mobile phones continue to lead the trend, and it seems that Daqian is not disturbed by chip matters at all.

However, smart people know that Daqian is setting up a suspicion array, just to block his guilt and continue to fight with Intel.

So this trick is no longer useful. Even on August 1, when Qiankun Bian and Qianjue consoles were released in the third batch, Boss Jia went to attend the opening ceremony of Daqian Automobile, which shows that Boss Jia was actually very panicked at this time.

Moreover, the journalists don’t seem to plan to let Boss Jia go.

After the company's unveiling ceremony, Boss Jia gave a passionate speech on the stage, saying that Daqian Automobile will fully enter the US market within two years in the future, and at the same time build more than 2,000 battery swap stations in the United States to ensure that all electric vehicle users can enjoy cheaper power resources anytime and anywhere, a reporter was very ignorant in the interview session and asked Boss Jia how to view the chip shortage.

"We Daqian do not have a chip shortage!" Boss Jia answered confidently on the stage, "We Daqian already have sufficient chips that can meet all needs."

"How many of the third batch of Qiankun Bian and Qianjue are there?" the reporter asked again.

"The specific number is not convenient to reveal, but it is guaranteed that it will never be sold out within a week. Everyone can buy our game console!" Boss Jia replied.

"Oh, has your company reached a supply agreement with Intel?" the reporter asked.

"No, I went to Intel, but the gentlemen of Intel were not interested in seeing me, but this did not prevent us from getting enough chips!" Boss Jia smiled.

"Mr. Jia, since you are not using Intel chips, which chip are you using?" the reporter asked again.

"I can't tell you this for the time being, but after a while, we will hold a press conference to solve the mystery!"

"Mr. Jia, if you do not use Intel chips but can meet the needs of tens of millions of chips, have you downgraded the new batch of Qiankun Handheld consoles and Qianjue hosts, and used mid-range chips to meet the needs?" the reporter continued to ask.

"Absolutely, the chips in our third batch are of higher quality!" After Boss Jia answered this question, the reporter wanted to ask a question, but Boss Jia left without giving him face, causing chaos on the scene.

"In one week... I saw that he sold all the short in one day!" After reading the report, Black said disdainfully.

At the same time, Black arranged for some reporters to go to Daqian's various sales points to take pictures. Once Daqian's machine was sold out, he would immediately take pictures, thus exposing Daqian's weakness to the world.

But after waiting for a day, the crew came back and reported that Daqian's steam store was open in the morning until it closed at 6 o'clock in the evening. All of them were shipped in the middle, and there was no supply cut at all. The third batch of supply seemed to be very stable.

"How is this possible!" Black was shocked, but the three-way film crew he sent out were the same, and he did not see other media reports on Qiankun's short sale, which made Black a little stupid.

"I understand! It must be that Qiankun Bian and Qianjue can't be sold!" Black said to himself with a sudden realization. As a result, the next day, the sales data list released by the Steam Game Store showed that in one day, Qiankun Bian increased by 2.5 million in sales, and Qianjue console also increased by 980,000. This doesn't seem to be sold!

By the second day, although this data had dropped, it did not drop much. In two days, nearly 4.5 million handheld consoles and 1.8 million consoles were sold. This result was really amazing. And on the third day, as Boss Jia promised, Qiankun Bian was still selling, and all game consoles were in stock!

"This is absolutely impossible!" Black touched the sweat beads on his head, and then he thought of a question raised by the reporter during the interview, whether Daqian used mid-range chips, and used mid-range chips that could be bought from other manufacturers by downgrading Qiankun and Qianjue, so as to mass-produce a large number of game consoles.

If this is the case, Black would be extremely excited. This is definitely Daqian seeking death. Once users who purchased the third batch of Qiankun transformed handheld machines know the truth, they will definitely eat Daqian alive.

"Come here, go to different sales points immediately and buy 100 Qiankun and 100 Qianjue to disassemble the machine. I want to see whose chips are installed in his machine!" With Black's order, many Intel employees had to put down their work and go to various places in the United States to buy game consoles.

This can reflect Black's rigor.

Because I felt that Daqian might mix high-end chips and mid-range chips together, causing confusing effects, Black deliberately asked people to buy more. As long as a chip that was wrong could be found inside, Daqian would be finished.

Soon, game consoles were lightly disassembled in the hands of engineers. When these engineers saw the chip, they knew that it was definitely not their own chip, because this chip was rectangular, which looked completely different from the Intel chip.

"Daqian indeed used other mid-range chips!" Black, who was inspecting the scene, immediately said excitedly.

However, several engineers in charge of dismantling the machine said in confusion, "This is indeed not our chip, but we can't recognize which chip it is... Samsung, Nikon, Canon, Qualcomm... all the chips of these companies don't seem to look like this!"

"That's the low-end chip produced by unknown small companies!" Black was very excited. "Hurry up, you can check the data indicators of this chip. I will now want the data indicators of this chip. I will ruin Daqian's reputation tonight!"

"Yes!" The engineer nodded vigorously, then connected various instruments and began to calculate the chip's all-round computing capabilities.

"The main frequency is... Oh my god, how is this possible..." As the continuous calculations, the engineers who were originally calm in their expressions opened their mouths wide, and seemed to be unable to accept the data results in front of them at all.

"What's the situation?" Black asked inexplicably.
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