Working as a police officer in Mexico

Santa Clara, California, United States!

Intel Headquarters Building.

Andy Grove was humming a tune while making coffee in his office.

Since taking over from Gordon Moore in 1987, the company's performance has steadily increased, occupying more than 70% of the market share.

No one has been able to challenge them.

Plus, with the alliance with Microsoft, the essence is to suppress potential competitors or directly acquire them, ensuring no one challenges their dominance.

What do you call this?

Monopoly!

Beep—

The phone suddenly rang, leaving a message, "Andy, I heard that Mexico is broadcasting the release of a chip. I don't have time, but if you're free, you might want to check it out."

The message was from Gordon Moore, a man with dual identities as a scientist and financier.

Andy Grove muttered to himself, "Chip? Can Mexicans manufacture high-end technology?"

It's not discrimination, just the reality.

But since he was free today, he decided to pass the time.

After making his coffee, he turned on the TV, crossed his legs, and said to the sun outside the window, "Cheers to life~"

Then he focused back on the TV.

The scene was grand, surrounded by a crowd, giving a sense of anticipation, which caught Andy Grove's attention. He thought that perhaps he could create the same effect, subconsciously making people "want to buy."

On stage, Hope Group's CEO Nuriel Best was wearing glasses, looking refined.

"Our product is destined to change the world!"

Andy Grove sneered at this. He knew Hope Group, a joint venture in Mexico, but the biggest capital behind it was said to be from Victor, managing the country's social insurance businesses like pensions and health insurance with Mexico's civil departments.

The leading real estate company in Mexico is also one of their subsidiaries.

According to unreliable sources, Hope Group's overall value had exceeded 300 billion US Dollars.

Therefore, Andy Grove didn't have a favorable impression of Victor...

He talked about benevolence and morality, but isn't he just like American conglomerates, bleeding the country dry?

He sipped his coffee...

Nuriel Best's voice rose on the TV, "We named this chip: Pentium!"

"Pfft...!!"

Andy Grove couldn't hold it in, and coffee sprayed out of his mouth as his eyes widened.

???

His mind was buzzing.

Pentium?

Intel is set to release a chip with that name next month!

He immediately felt something was off, widened his eyes to listen to the following words intently.

"Each clock cycle can execute two instructions, at the same clock speed, the Pentium CPU executes instructions about five times faster than Intel's 80486!"

Wang Defa!

The data displayed on the screen looked increasingly familiar to Andy Grove, and he panicked; could it be... their work was stolen?

He rushed to make a call, stumbled over his feet, nearly falling, grabbed the table to stabilize himself, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello!"

"Gordon! Something's wrong, hurry, come to my office."

On the other end, Gordon Moore heard Andy Grove's panicked voice for the first time. In his lab, he frowned slightly, "Okay, on my way."

After hanging up, Andy Grove's hands were still shaking as he watched the TV.

If the Pentium is really compromised, all the prior investments would be a total waste, which isn't a small amount. Moreover, it also indicates one thing; a new fierce competitor has entered the chip industry.

Chips, from satellites to even some product components, have become increasingly important.

This could spell doom for Intel!

About ten minutes later, Gordon Moore entered the office without changing his clothes, "What urgent matter? I was working on the Pentium chip..."

"We've been copied!"

"Huh?"

Gordon Moore's voice stopped abruptly.

Andy Grove pointed at the TV with a serious expression, "You told me to watch Mexico's conference. Their chip is named Pentium, and... all the data is identical to ours."

"!!!!"

"Impossible!" Gordon Moore was also in a panic. He quickly looked at the TV, the camera focused generously on the data behind, making him break out in a cold sweat, "How, how could this happen?"

"Could there be a traitor in our lab?" Andy Grove asked in a deep voice.

"The team is personally managed by me; everyone there has been with us for a long time, it's impossible for this to happen."

"Humanity is of the least value, Gordon, the fact is Mexico stole our achievements! Yes, stole! I want to sue them!" Andy Grove was agitated, as if... his wife had been stolen.

Gordon Moore was certainly angry too, "Where to sue? Mexico? Do you know which side their courts are on? Plus, Mexico and the United States have severed relations; we don't even have an office there. Go to the United Nations? They are fighting at the United Nations; do they fear your lawsuit?"

These words were said with grievances...

Damn...

This was outright exploitation.

Like how American pharmaceutical companies sue India; you sue, I'll produce.

"We have patent certificates, yes, we'll expose them through the media, demand Mexico stops the plagiarism, and ask for compensation."

Brother...

Public opinion only works on those with a thin skin.

Take a look at Mexico, from one row to another, who cares about reputation?

But Gordon Moore had no other options either; he sighed, nodded, "We have no choice but to start with that."