The Underworld Is Building Photolithography Machines. If the Budget Is Not Enough, Let Me Burn Paper.

"Grandson, grandpa and the seniors in the Gobi Desert are preparing to develop photolithography machines in the underworld." "Didn't you say that our country is severely choked?" "At that time, we could use an abacus to knock out mushroom eggs, and a mere photolithography machine was nothing. However, this budget... Is not enough?" Half of July, Ghost Festival. Qin Chuan, a scientific researcher, was burning paper for his grandfather who had passed away many years ago. A sudden sound echoed in his ears, which surprised him! Only then did he know that his grandfather had been granted a position in the underworld after his death, and he also got to know many seniors from the Gobi Desert. And we have opened a research laboratory to study our country's own photolithography machines! Hearing these words, Qin Chuan burst into tears. Unexpectedly, that ** veteran who dedicated his life to the country during his lifetime would still be thinking about the development of the country after his death! "Okay!" "With the help of those ** seniors back then, we will definitely be able to build our own lithography machine and get rid of the stuck neck situation!" "Here we go to Quantai to recruit the old troops and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.