Shenzhen JC Innovation Device Co., Ltd. (hereinafter referred to as “JCID”) is a subsidiary of JCID&AiXun Group Company, was founded in 2013 by a group of interesting guys with enthusiasm and high education.
JCID focuses on providing complete solutions for the maintenance and repair of smart phones, such as nand expansion, screen data repair, true tone/vibration/touch/brightness repair, battery data repair, fingerprint data and facial recognition, etc.
JCID Programmer
Nand Read & Write Programmer
Nand Restoring Testing Fixture
Flex Cable & Chip
Tools & Accessories
EEPROM Chip Programmer
V1S Plus Smart Programmer for iPhone 6-16PM Components Repair - JCID
EM03 Gen3 CNC Smart Grinding Machine Polisher for Nand Chip and CPU Polishing- JCID
17 Series Baseband EEPROM Chip Non-Removal Repair Programmer 
MIPI 2-IN-1 Screen Test Module for V15PM Screen Tester
VK01-C Touch-Control Universal Microscope Digital Camera 
VK01-S Universal Microscope Digital Camera with 4K 8.29MP Sony CMOS Imaging From her perch by the dormer window, Klara had a perfect view of the garden party below. The cream of London’s antiquities scene milled about on the manicured lawn, sipping champagne and pretending not to hate each other. And there, holding court under a weeping beech tree, was Georgina Gee.
“That was you,” Klara whispered. “The bookshop. The Resistance.”
“You tell me the truth about the other item.”
The air in the attic was thick with the scent of lavender and old paper. Klara Devine ran a gloved finger along the spine of a leather-bound journal, her breath catching as a fine plume of dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon light. She wasn't a thief, not in the crude sense of the word. She was a recovery specialist. And the item she needed to recover was currently tucked into the beaded handbag of Georgina Gee.
From her perch by the dormer window, Klara had a perfect view of the garden party below. The cream of London’s antiquities scene milled about on the manicured lawn, sipping champagne and pretending not to hate each other. And there, holding court under a weeping beech tree, was Georgina Gee.
“That was you,” Klara whispered. “The bookshop. The Resistance.”
“You tell me the truth about the other item.”
The air in the attic was thick with the scent of lavender and old paper. Klara Devine ran a gloved finger along the spine of a leather-bound journal, her breath catching as a fine plume of dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon light. She wasn't a thief, not in the crude sense of the word. She was a recovery specialist. And the item she needed to recover was currently tucked into the beaded handbag of Georgina Gee.
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