Rebirth in 1990: from Broken Factory to Photolithography Machine

[Try reading Chapter 3, if you are not satisfied, you smash my phone] Raymond Lam was reborn and returned to 1990. The father suffered a stroke, the factory went bankrupt, and the fiancée ran away with the money. Hundreds of workers gathered around the factory gate, waiting to see his joke. The foreign comprador was holding red wine and mocking: "Is it just a pile of scrap metal like you?" The eldest princess of Hong Kong Capital was condescending: "Sell me the factory for three million." The American semiconductor giant sneered: "The Chinese will not be able to build a photolithography machine in a hundred years." Lin Feng didn't say anything, he just dismantled the Soviet machine tools he bought from the scrapyard. The scraper falls with an accuracy of 0.01 Mm. The whole place was dead silent. Many years later, when Huayao's lithography machine lit up the wafer, Wall Street knelt down and asked: "Mr. Lin, how many trump cards do you have?" Lin Feng flicked the cigarette ashes: "Next, the sea of stars."