The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

The smile on Section Chief Wang's face faded slightly.

"Pediatric valve repair is indeed difficult, and it's not available in China yet. But someone has to be the first to try something new—high risk, high reward."

It is precisely because it is difficult that we need factories like yours to cooperate with us.

If we wait for others to make it first, then... we might not even get to drink the soup.

She paused.

"Section Chief Wang, who do you think owns this market?"

Section Chief Wang remained silent for a few seconds, his eyelids barely lifting.

His gaze swept over her lightly, "Little girl, you've got a sharp tongue."

He stood up. "Fine, I'll make you give up today. I'll take you to the workshop so you can see our factory's capabilities and whether we can actually make valves for children."

"it is good."

Fu Hua poured water, happy to take a look at the front line.

The workshop was filled with the roar of machines and the smell of machine oil and metal.

Section Chief Wang walked with his hands behind his back, shaking his head as he went.

The disdain in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He pointed to the valves being assembled on the assembly line.

His tone was full of disapproval:

"See this? This craftsmanship is far inferior to that of foreign countries."

The materials are subpar, the precision is subpar, and the design is even worse.

The quality of this made domestically is just passable; a 98% pass rate is all a lie.

If you really want something presentable, you have to look at imported goods.

He paused, then deliberately raised his voice a few decibels, as if wanting everyone to hear:

"That's real technology from abroad—precise, stable, and reliable. Even if it's several times more expensive, hospitals are scrambling to get it."

"We made it ourselves? To put it bluntly, it's just fooling laymen. If you really want to be picky, it's far from perfect."

As he passed the quality inspection station, he scoffed, his eyes filled with a contempt that bordered on cruelty.

"It's not that I'm a Western worshipper, it's just that the facts are right in front of me."

Can we catch up with the decades of accumulation that other countries have made?

Instead of blindly experimenting with independent research and development, it's better to honestly import other people's technology and avoid taking unnecessary detours.

He glanced sideways at Fu Hua, who remained silent beside him.

His tone was condescending, with a hint of instruction: "Young man, you need to broaden your horizons. Don't always think that domestic products are just as good. If something is inferior, it is inferior, and there's no shame in admitting it."

Once you've seen production lines overseas, you'll realize that what we're doing here is just small-scale at best.

He only talks about how good things are abroad and how bad things are in China.

It was as if his own country's technology was worthless in his eyes.

Another scoundrel who fawns over foreign things.

People like this, sitting in leadership positions, are simply occupying positions without doing any work.

Fu Hua didn't stop walking; her gaze calmly swept over the workshop equipment.

The voice was clear and gentle, each word distinct.

"Section Chief Wang, there is indeed a gap, but the gap is not the original sin; inferiority is."

She paused, her tone so steady it commanded respect:

"We acknowledge that foreign countries started their technology earlier."

But they won't sell us their core technology, much less bail us out when we're truly in a crisis.

Today, we don't do things just because we feel we're not as good as others.

Tomorrow, we'll be at their mercy, forced to pay several times the price for discarded junk.

Fu Hua raised her eyes, meeting Section Chief Wang's gaze directly, neither humble nor arrogant:

"I don't think domestic products are the best right now, but I believe that if someone is willing to put their heart into it, they will catch up one day."

Blindly praising foreign countries and belittling one's own people is not called having a broad vision; it's called lacking backbone.

She concluded with a soft sentence, yet the force behind it was profound:

"People who actually get things done don't have time to constantly belittle themselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the workshop fell silent for a moment.

Several technicians and workers nearby subconsciously stopped what they were doing and glanced over in their direction.

Some people secretly gloated, some were worried for the female lead, and some nodded in approval.

In fact, everyone had long disapproved of Section Chief Wang's obsequious and foreign-worshipping behavior.

It's just that they don't dare to say it out loud.

The smile on Section Chief Wang's face froze instantly.

He wanted to say something, but her calm face silenced him completely.

Engineer Chen, who had been standing silently to the side, slowly raised his eyes.

He had initially been looking down at the equipment, his expression indifferent.

At this moment, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Fu Hua suddenly brightened.

He straightened his back slightly, his brows and eyes, which had previously shown signs of fatigue,

His expression softened slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of approval flickered in his eyes.

Fu Hua was also observing her surroundings, her gaze sweeping over the machine tools and workers.

He and a worker in his fifties locked eyes.

The man was wearing work clothes, which were covered in oil stains.

He looked away, lowered his head to work, and moved very slowly.

But each cut is extremely steady, as if sculpting a work of art.

Section Chief Wang glanced in the direction of her gaze and pursed his lips.

"Old Chen, the master craftsman in our factory, has really good skills, but he's too stubborn and doesn't know how to get along with people. He's just as naive and ignorant as you students."

Fu Hua walked over and stood to the side to watch.

The worker didn't look up and continued doing his work.

The lathe tool slices across the metal, curling up fine filaments, one by one, as evenly as if measured with a ruler.

"Master, how many years have you been doing this?"

Fu Hua asked.

The old worker looked up and glanced at her.

It was a face etched with deep lines, but its eyes were extremely bright, as if they contained two flames.

"Thirty years."

His voice was deep and a little hoarse.

Fu Hua looked at the work in his hands.

"What is the tolerance for this part?"

The old worker pointed to a blueprint next to him.

"The drawing requires two threads. I can do it within one and a half threads."

Fu Hua's eyes lit up.

Two filaments is 0.02 millimeters. One and a half filaments is 0.015 millimeters.

This level of precision is absolutely top-notch in China today.

With workers of this skill level, it's impossible to build better equipment.

This shows that the medical factory is not a strategist like Zhuge Liang.

She wanted to ask more questions, but Section Chief Wang had already walked over.

"Old Chen, stop cooking and go eat first."

His eyes were gloomy, and his tone carried a dismissive air.

The old worker didn't say anything, turned off the machine, and stood up.

He glanced at Fu Hua, nodded, and turned to walk away.

Fu Hua watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.

.........

As he stepped out of the workshop, a gust of wind blew, and the embarrassment on Section Chief Wang's face from being rebuked subsided slightly.

He straightened his clothes, and his gaze towards Fu Hua returned to its previous expression.

The tone was polite and formulaic, but every word conveyed a rejection.

"Young comrade, I understand your thoughts; your spirit is commendable."

But as you've seen, our factory is in a difficult situation. Our equipment and technology are limited, and the gap compared to foreign factories is obvious. If we were to actually make the valve you mentioned, the risk would be too great, and no one could bear the responsibility if something went wrong.

He paused, adopting a troubled yet understanding expression:

"Besides, the factory is fully booked with processing work lately, and there's not enough manpower or machines to keep up with demand."

I simply don't have the energy to take on other projects. It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I genuinely lack the resources.

His words were all excuses.

Fu Hua listened quietly to him finish speaking, her face showing no extra emotion.

Neither argue nor beg.

As expected.

She nodded slightly, her voice calm:

"I understand. Thank you very much, Section Chief Wang, for showing me around today."

There was no entanglement, no argument, and not a trace of humility.

Even after being rejected, he still stood tall.

He was calm and composed, showing no sign of being flustered.

Section Chief Wang was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting her to be so decisive and not pester him.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, he gave a vague reply and then made an excuse to leave.

Fu Hua stood there, gazing at the factory gate, her eyes showing no disappointment, only a calm and resolute determination.

If one path is blocked, she'll try another.

This rejection won't break her.

Xie Ci was still waiting in the car, with the heater on.

Seeing her approach, he opened the car door and handed her a thermos.