Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

Li Huaide shoved open the rotten wooden door of the warehouse with a piercing creak that was particularly clear in the deathly silence of the night. Dust billowed from the hinges swirled in the pale moonlight. Li Huaide stepped inside, followed by seven or eight burly men, all rushing into the long-abandoned, enormous space.

Then, everyone froze at the doorway as if they had been frozen in place.

Contrary to expectations, the warehouse was not dilapidated or empty, nor were there any scattered rotten logs or overgrown weeds. Instead, what came into view were colossal structures gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen under the moonlight! The massive stamping press bases stood as solid as mountains, intricate conveyor belt supports were layered upon each other, and the CNC control panels, flashing with eerie green indicator lights, had sleek, streamlined lines… Several complete Mitsubishi, Toyota, and Honda automotive parts production lines, as if they had just rolled off the assembly line in a Japanese factory, stood out starkly and impressively occupying most of the warehouse space!

The air seemed to freeze. The team members gaped, their eyes wide, and they made unintelligible "hoarse" sounds, unable to utter a single word. The scene before them was completely beyond their comprehension. How could such a priceless set of imported equipment, representing the pinnacle of world technology, be hidden in this abandoned farm warehouse in the middle of nowhere? And how had it appeared here so mysteriously? The immense shock left their minds blank, leaving only pure, incomprehensible astonishment.

"What the hell are you all standing there for?!" Li Huaide's thunderous roar shattered the eerie silence. He whirled around, his eyes bloodshot with excitement and tension, the blister at the corner of his mouth looking particularly menacing in the moonlight. "Get moving! Move! Be careful, one piece at a time! If you chip even a speck of paint, I'll skin you alive!"

The roar lashed out like a whip across the team members. They jolted, jolted awake from their shock, and remembered Deputy Director Li's stern reprimand by the truck and the threat of "sweeping toilets for life." Fear instantly overwhelmed their curiosity; no one dared to ask a single question, much less investigate the origins of the equipment. They simply straightened their backs instinctively, suppressed the turmoil in their hearts, and charged headlong into those cold, steel behemoths.

"Team One! Disassemble the connectors! Be careful with the screws! Don't fucking use brute force!" Li Huaide stood in the center of the warehouse, like a general facing battle, his voice hoarse but full of undeniable power. He pointed to a stamping press base, "Team Two! Install the pry bar! Place the sleepers! On my command, pull together!"

The warehouse instantly came alive. Heavy breathing, the clanging of metal, and heavy footsteps mingled together. The team members exerted all their strength, shouting in unison, their work clothes quickly soaked with sweat. Li Huaide took the lead, appearing wherever the heaviest and most dangerous tasks were, personally directing the work and even lifting the heavy base himself. His face was a mixture of sweat, dust, and an almost frenzied excitement; with each exertion, the blisters at the corners of his mouth trembled, but he was completely unaware.

Wang Huanbo stood quietly in the shadows of the warehouse corner, seemingly out of place with the surrounding clamor. He watched as the group, under Li Huaide's command, methodically disassembled and moved the production line he had taken from his personal space, like ants carrying food. His gaze was calm and unwavering, only slightly furrowing when a team member nearly made a mistake due to nervousness. He didn't interfere much, only occasionally stepping forward to point out the key points when Li Huaide encountered a disassembly problem and was scratching his head in frustration: "There's a locating pin here, remove it first." "Hydraulic pipe connector, turn it counterclockwise forty-five degrees." His guidance was always incredibly precise, just like when he repaired machine tools, which Li Huaide treasured and immediately instructed his subordinates to do as he was told.

Time flew by in the midst of the hectic activity. As the last control cabinet was carefully lifted onto the truck and covered tightly with a thick tarpaulin, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn. Li Huaide was so exhausted he could barely stand upright, his voice completely hoarse, but seeing the dozen or so Red Star brand Liberation trucks crammed full, a gleam of wild joy shone in his bloodshot eyes. He slammed his hand on the truck bed and roared at his equally exhausted but equally focused team members, "Back to the factory! Straight to Workshop One! Keep your spirits up on the way!"

The truck roared onto the dirt road once more, carrying the "secret" that would change the fate of the Red Star Automobile Factory, and sped off toward the factory in the pre-dawn light.

For the next three days, Workshop No. 1 of the Hongxing Automobile Manufacturing Plant became an absolute no-go zone. Li Huaide personally led a team to guard the gate, and no one was allowed to approach except for Wang Huanbo and a few absolutely reliable master craftsmen he designated. The workshop was brightly lit, day and night. Huge equipment components were being reassembled, and Wang Huanbo became the absolute core. He led six students through the steel jungle, directing with composure, adjusting precision, and solving all the technical problems encountered during installation. His hands, which seemed to see through the inside of the machines, ensured that every screw and every wire was accurately placed. Li Huaide became the most loyal executor, running around, preparing tools, allocating manpower, his eyes sunken from exhaustion, and the blisters on the corners of his mouth scabbing and bursting again, but the excitement on his face grew stronger day by day, while the six students led by Wang Huanbo also began to learn from this rare opportunity for hands-on practice.

When the last screw was tightened, Wang Huanbo pressed the start button on the control panel.

A deep hum began, then grew smoother and smoother. The conveyor belt started running steadily, the stamping press emitted a rhythmic clanging sound, and the indicator lights flashed regularly. The entire production line awoke like a sleeping behemoth, brimming with power. Wang Huanbo carefully checked the operating data of each workstation, and a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction finally appeared on his face.

"It's done! Engineer Wang! It's done!" Li Huaide's voice trembled with excitement. He stared intently at the parts rapidly rolling off the production line, their precision far exceeding anything seen before, his body shaking slightly. He whirled around, rushed out the door, and roared at his trusted men waiting outside, "Pass the word! All teams! Full steam ahead! Three shifts! Get it done!"

The surge in production capacity was astonishing. Orders from Southeast Asia that would normally take a month to complete were finished in less than ten days thanks to the revamped production line, and the quality was impeccable. As the last box of packaged parts was loaded onto the ocean-going freighter, Li Huaide stood on the dock, watching the massive vessel slowly depart. The fatigue and tension of the past few days vanished instantly. He grinned, his smile so wide it almost reached his ears, his chapped lips stretching to his ears. His face, which had been gloomy for days, shone with unprecedented radiance. He patted Wang Huanbo's shoulder forcefully, his voice booming, "Engineer Wang! You're truly the savior of our Hongxing Automobile Manufacturing Plant! Hahahaha!"

Wang Huanbo simply smiled faintly, saying nothing more. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the Hongxing Automobile Manufacturing Plant, casting a long, excited shadow of Li Huaide. Wang Huanbo's gaze, however, passed over the cheering crowd, fixed on the distant crimson sky. He turned, leaving the clamor of the Hongxing Automobile Manufacturing Plant and Deputy Director Li's ecstasy behind, his figure quickly blending into the flow of people leaving get off work, concealing his accomplishment and fame.