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... labor costs.


Feng Yu doesn’t know anything about the central processing unit manufacturing process, but he knows its future development path.


So, Feng Yu painted a big picture to AMD’s President, not limited to PCs only. However, he doesn’t know about the future development of servers as he was not in this industry in his previous life.


Feng Yu only told AMD that CPI should increase more cores. For example, the single-core should be upgraded to double cores or even ...

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