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”Very well, you were thoughtful.”

After some pleasantries, the old man seemed to have finally gathered some strength, and he managed to sit up straight.

He stretched out his thin fingers and pointed to the small table beside him.

”Five years ago, you beat me by just half a point, and I remember it to this day. Come, while this old body can still move, play another game with me.”

”I couldn’t wish for more; I’ve been wanting to seek your guidance again.”

Ouyang Xianyue immediately understood, moved the small table to the bedside, and brought over two cushions.

Tang Song calmly took his seat on one side of the board.

Looking at Ouyang Xianyue beside him, he spoke warmly, ”Sister Xian Yue, could you please use this Ganlu Spring Pot I brought to brew some tea for the old master to taste?”

Ouyang Chengping, upon hearing this, smilingly agreed, ”Go ahead, Xianyue, use the pot that Tang Song gave me.”

”Alright.” Ouyang Xianyue nodded gently, holding the exquisite wooden box, and turned to the tea table by the window.

On the chessboard, the two sat facing each other.

After deciding the opening move, Tang Song took the black pieces and went first.

”Snap—”

A black piece landed crisply on the chessboard.

His sitting posture was as upright as a pine, his eyes calm and steady, his movements steady yet full of a pleasing rhythm.

Just like he was five years ago.

However, Ouyang Chengping opposite him was much slower than he was five years ago, and his skill had noticeably declined.

Tang Song’s offensive was not fierce; instead, he avoided confrontation and intentionally guided the game towards a steadier and more complex endgame stage.

Allowing the old man to continue playing longer and more comfortably.

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces fell silently.

Neither of them cared about winning or losing this game, simply using the confined space of the board to discuss grander topics.

From the localization of lithography machines to the computational power wars behind AI large models; from the global market structure of new energy vehicles to the future of commercial space exploration.

Today’s TY Precision had already exceeded the ”Five-Year Promise” that Tang Song had made back then.

The independently developed 7nm FinFET technology was fully operational, with yield rates stabilizing above 90%, now undergoing small-scale mass production.

Through the self-developed SoIC advanced packaging technology, different processes and functions of ”chiplets” were densely integrated, achieving a ”corner overtaking” in specific application areas such as AI servers;

Their independently developed AI inference chip based on the RISC-V architecture has been fully integrated into the edge computing terminals of the Xuanji Light Realm project, set to become the core computing foundation for the next generation of human-computer interaction.

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From core materials to precision optics, to the entire industrial chain of intelligent manufacturing.

TY Precision had grown from a catching-up imitator into a world-class giant with true core technology.

Over by the tea table.

Ouyang Xianyue quietly listened to their conversation while concentrating on the tea ceremony in front of her.

First meticulously washing the pot’s surface with warm water, then pouring over it with freshly boiled spring water, filling the pot with boiling water, and then quickly pouring it out.

Tea leaves were added, a high pour was performed, and the tea was served...

The elegant aroma of tea soon filled the serene study.

She carried two cups of clear, bright tea to the chess table, placing them down quietly.

Without making a sound.

Then, her gaze involuntarily fell on Tang Song’s handsome and contemplative profile.

Compared to five years ago, when he was sharp and somewhat cold and aloof.

Tang Song now was undoubtedly more mature and gentle.

He seemed to have acquired a calm and magnanimous demeanor that embraced all, like a beautiful jade carefully polished by time.

Instinctively, she extended her slender fingers, gently brushing across her chest.

There, hanging was the Moon’s Protection, which he personally put on her three years ago.

The white jade pendant, warm from her body heat, seemed to resonate with her heartbeat.

Ouyang Xianyue lowered her head, her eyes filled with an ethereal and throbbing emotion even she hadn’t realized.