Courtyard House: The Road to an Industrial Power

In the two separate workshops of the weapons research institute, the lights are on from dawn to late at night, and a silent research and development race is in full swing.

Although Lin Weidong never took Chen Bin seriously, he was extremely meticulous about the bulletproof vest project.

This concerns the lives of the soldiers and cannot be taken lightly.

The advanced technology blueprints in his mind were like a precise compass, guiding the direction of optimization, and the pencil in his hand quickly sketched on the blueprints.

Lin Weidong pointed to the cross-section of the sample and said, "The way the protective module is spliced ​​cannot be fixed with traditional stitching. Instead, embedded buckles are used, which reduces weight and prevents the module from falling off after the stitching breaks when hit by a bullet."

Su Wanqing repeatedly measured the sample thickness with calipers, nodding in agreement: "I just did a tensile test. The material strength meets the standard after increasing the density, but the molding process needs to be adjusted, otherwise fiber clumping is likely to occur."

Li Yichuan, who was standing nearby, immediately chimed in: "Team Leader Lin, I can optimize the hot pressing parameters. I've done similar experiments before, so I should be able to solve this problem."

The three had a clear division of labor: Lin Weidong led the overall design and core parameter adjustment, Su Wanqing was responsible for material performance testing and data calculation, and Li Yichuan specialized in process optimization.

Every detail has been meticulously considered, and every set of data has undergone multiple tests. The workshop is filled with discarded samples and densely packed experimental records, and the air is permeated with a faint scent of resin and metal.

In the next workroom, Chen Bin stood proudly in front of his design sample, receiving compliments from his team members.

"Brother Bin, your design is amazing! The protective area is 20% larger than before, and the bulletproof test results are also much higher than existing products. We're sure to win this time!" a young researcher said with admiration.

Chen Bin's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes brimming with arrogance: "Of course. I've been researching bulletproof vests for so many years, what technical difficulties haven't I seen?"

"Lin Weidong is just an amateur who messes around with his empty reputation. His so-called advanced design is nothing but empty talk."

He reached out and patted the bulletproof vest he had designed; the thick composite panels and multi-layered nylon structure made it look very bulky.

"True protection relies on solid materials; fancy stuff is useless."

"Yes, Brother Bin is right. Our design has undergone multiple tests and its performance is stable. The new materials and modularization that Lin Weidong is working on are too risky, and it's uncertain whether it can even be successfully implemented."

Listening to the praise from everyone, Chen Bin became more and more convinced that he could win the bet, and even began to plan how to embarrass Lin Weidong after winning.

At noon, the cafeteria was bustling with noise.

As Lin Weidong, Su Wanqing, and Li Yichuan walked in, they bumped into Chen Bin and his group.

Chen Bin knew that Su Wanqing was Su Zhenbang's daughter and dared not offend her easily, so his gaze fell on Lin Weidong and Li Yichuan.

"Hey, isn't this Team Leader Lin? What's up? Any progress on your advanced design? Don't embarrass yourself by not being able to produce a finished product."

Those around him immediately chimed in, "That's right, some people only know how to brag, but when it comes to actually doing things, we have to look to our Brother Bin."

"Li Yichuan, it's a real shame that you're leaving such a good team to follow an amateur and mess around with them."

Lin Weidong, carrying his tray, didn't stop walking. Before the other person could say anything more, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Chen Bin by the neck, and lifted him up abruptly.

Chen Bin's feet left the ground, his face flushed red instantly, he had difficulty breathing, and his hands futilely gripped Lin Weidong's wrists.

Seeing this, his team members all showed anger, but after being swept by Lin Weidong's sharp gaze, none of them dared to take a step forward.

"Researchers should focus their attention on research."

"Instead of spewing nonsense here. Instead of wasting your time mocking others, go back and examine your garbage design to see if it can actually protect people's lives."

After saying that, he loosened his grip, and Chen Bin fell heavily to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently.

Lin Weidong stopped looking at him and led Su Wanqing and Li Yichuan straight to the food serving window.

After catching his breath, Chen Bin looked at Lin Weidong's back with resentment in his eyes, but dared not utter a sound. He could only glare at him hatefully before turning around and leaving the cafeteria with his team.

This matter quickly reached Su Zhenbang's ears.

After his subordinates finished reporting the whole story, he was not angry at all; instead, a smile appeared on his lips.

In a secluded corner outside the research institute, a thin man squatted on the ground, complaining to a bespectacled man who had been observing with binoculars.

"I've been squatting here for days, and I haven't had a single chance. Looking at all this concrete and steel every day is making my eyes tired. When can we finally make a move?"

The bespectacled man slowly put away his binoculars, glanced at him coldly, and suddenly kicked the skinny man to the ground.

He stepped forward, pulled out a sharp dagger, and held it to the thin man's neck. The blade was pressed against the skin, cold and piercing.

"Next time you're on a mission, if you keep babbling, I'll shove this knife into your mouth and make sure you can never speak again."

The bespectacled man's voice was completely flat, yet it carried a chilling ruthlessness.

The thin man trembled with fear, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Seeing that he dared not utter another word, the bespectacled man slowly sheathed his dagger and turned to walk towards the makeshift safe house.

The thin man struggled to his feet, looking at his retreating figure with eyes full of fear and resentment, but ultimately dared not utter another complaint.

Back at the safe house, the man with the thick beard asked, "How did it go? Did you get a chance to make a move?"

The bespectacled man shook his head, his tone grave: "Still no movement. The research institute's security is too tight. There are guards at the entrance, and patrol teams inside. Lin Weidong goes only between his workroom and dormitory every day, a monotonous routine. There's simply no opportunity to make a move."

He paused, a sinister glint in his eyes: "If all else fails, we'll try a different approach. We'll go to his house, kidnap his parents, and force him to come back. Then, as soon as he steps out of the research institute, we can make our move."

The bearded man pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, we'll do it your way. We'll wait two more days. If we still don't have a chance, we'll head to the courtyard house and take his parents hostage!"

As night deepened, the men in the safe house had sinister looks in their eyes, and a vicious plan to target Lin Weidong's family was quietly brewing.