I started with a ship full of max-level veterans, and I'm just a complete noob.

Liu Shouxin's shrill laughter echoed in the office.

Several young technicians lowered their heads, not daring to look at Jiang Ming's face, which was covered in red veins.

Everyone felt that this foreign young master had completely failed today.

Just as Liu Shouxin was about to kick him while he was down, Jiang Ming slowly moved his aching neck.

The bones made a few crisp cracking sounds.

Without even glancing at Liu Shouxin, he grabbed the stack of scrap paper covered with data and curves on the table, flipped his wrist, and slammed it heavily onto the desk.

A muffled "snap" sounded.

The commotion startled Liu Shouxin, who nearly dropped the enamel teacup he was holding.

"Deputy Director Liu, you should keep this rare 'black pot' for yourself."

Jiang Ming picked up the now-cold water from the table and took a big gulp. His voice was a little hoarse from staying up all night, but it exuded a strong sense of confidence. (￣ー￣)

Liu Shouxin was stunned, and then his face turned extremely ugly.

"What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty!"

"You haven't slept all night, has your brain been fried?"

Liu Shouxin pointed at the messy stack of toilet paper and started cursing.

"You think you can just scribble a few random symbols and call it a day?"

"Dozens of people in the workshop are waiting to use the machines. If this delays production, we couldn't afford to compensate them even if we sold ourselves!"

At this moment, Wu Hanzhang and Factory Director Zhang pushed open the door and walked in.

Factory Director Zhang looked anxious, his brows furrowed in worry.

Wu Hanzhang had a dark face and was holding a worn-out notebook in his hand, clearly having stayed up half the night without a good night's sleep.

"What's all the noise about!"

"What kind of talk is this so early in the morning!"

Wu Hanzhang roared in frustration, his gaze falling directly on Jiang Ming.

"Xiao Jiang, you said yesterday you'd give us the plan at this morning's meeting, where is it?"

"If you can't handle it, just say so. Don't waste your time!"

Liu Shouxin immediately put on a pained expression and went up to Director Zhang to complain.

"Factory manager, look at this kid. Not only has he failed to come up with a solution, but he's also throwing a tantrum."

"This kind of person doesn't care about state property at all!"

Jiang Ming completely ignored Liu Shouxin, who was jumping around.

He picked up the revised report from the table and walked over to Wu Hanzhang.

"Chief Engineer Wu, the problem has been identified."

Jiang Ming spoke calmly, as if he were simply discussing what to eat for breakfast.

"The glass bulb bursting was not a hardware malfunction at all."

"The problem lies in the eddy currents at the edge of the magnetic field causing localized temperature overshoot."

The office fell silent instantly.

Wu Hanzhang's brow twitched suddenly, and his hand, which had taken the report, froze in mid-air.

"Edge overshoot?"

Wu Hanzhang is technically savvy.

The moment those four words were uttered, his heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Ming nodded and pointed to the simplified cross-sectional diagram on the report.

"The Soviets designed the induction coil too close to the insulator."

"As soon as the machine starts, the strength of the edge magnetic field instantly doubles."

"The outer glass wall heats up too quickly, and the inner wall hasn't had time to react before the internal stress instantly explodes."

"If it doesn't explode, who will?"

The entire room fell silent.

The technicians looked at each other in bewilderment.

Although I didn't understand it very well, it sounded very professional.

Liu Shouxin's eyes darted around, and he immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Stop trying to fool people with this rote memorization!"

"Could Soviet experts make such a basic mistake?"

"You think it's a vortex just because you say so?"

"Where's the evidence? Where's the solution?!"

"Anyone can talk a good game!" (╬◣д◢)

Wu Hanzhang ignored Liu Shouxin's clamor.

He quickly opened the report.

When the old man saw the complicated impedance formula on the first page, he gasped.

"What...what kind of computational model is this?"

Wu Hanzhang put on his reading glasses and almost pressed his face against the paper.

"The parameters of the Soviet machine are fixed, but we can adjust the current slope."

Jiang Ming walked straight past Liu Shouxin and strode to the huge blackboard at the front of the office.

He picked up a piece of chalk, turned around, and looked at the astonished crowd.

"We only need to adjust the slope of the current drop in the induction coil to 0.65 times the original parameter in the seventh segment."

"Add a 12-ohm bypass resistor to the main circuit."

"Excess eddy currents will be absorbed by the resistance, resulting in a smoother heating curve."

As Jiang Ming spoke, the chalk in his hand was already flying across the blackboard.

The swishing sound of chalk scraping against the floor became the only noise in the office.

Jiang Ming didn't need to look at the manuscript at all.

The dozens of painful hand-cranked calculations he did last night had already etched these data into his mind.

Impedance = Resistance + Imaginary Unit × (Angular Frequency × Inductance - 1 ÷ Angular Frequency × Capacitance)

[Current change over time = Initial current × Exponential decay term × 0.65]

Complex calculus derivations and ingenious electromagnetic resonance compensation equations cascaded down the blackboard like a waterfall.

Jiang Ming wrote extremely quickly, without the slightest stumble.

Those letters and symbols that seem like gibberish to ordinary people now seem to come alive in his hands, peeling away the layers to reveal the core secrets of the high-frequency induction heating furnace.

Liu Shouxin stood to the side, his face as green as if he had swallowed a fly.

He couldn't understand what was written on the blackboard at all, but he could understand Wu Hanzhang's reaction.

Wu Hanzhang initially maintained the airs of a chief engineer.

But as more and more formulas appeared on the blackboard, the old man's breathing became increasingly rapid.

He gripped the notebook tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

"Yes...yes!"

"The magnetic field distortion here can be canceled out like this!"

"My God, this slope compensation is absolutely amazing!"

Wu Hanzhang muttered excitedly to himself as he frantically checked his calculations in his notebook with a pencil.

But he was calculating too slowly.

Jiang Ming's blackboard writing speed is simply overwhelming.

Snapped.

The pencil tip in Wu Hanzhang's hand was snapped off.

The old man suddenly stood up, his movement so violent that the chair behind him was knocked over.

He shoved aside the technician blocking his way, rushed to Jiang Ming's desk, and roughly grabbed the dozen-page revision report.

The old man's hands trembled like a leaf.

He turned the pages one by one, his breathing growing heavier with each page, his eyes wide open. (°Д°)

This is the logical derivation.

This involves a precise secondary conversion of parameters.

This is something that an ordinary international student could not have written!

This is a top-tier electromagnetic control theory that surpasses the current domestic industrial level by at least ten years!

"Chief Engineer Wu, this...this kid must have just made it up, right?"

Seeing Wu Hanzhang's frightening state, Liu Shouxin panicked completely and stammered as he approached him, trying to get some recognition.

"Get out of my way!"

Wu Hanzhang roared furiously, spitting directly into Liu Shouxin's face.

The old man suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Ming, who had just thrown the chalk back into the chalk box, as if he were looking at a monster that was glowing all over.

"This...this derivation model is absolutely flawless!"

Wu Hanzhang excitedly raised the report in his hand, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Little Jiang!"

"How on earth did you come up with such an ingenious plan?!"

"That twelve-ohm bypass resistor is simply a stroke of genius!"

The entire audience was in an uproar.

The technical staff were all dumbfounded.

Who is Wu Hanzhang?

That was the technological ceiling of the Third Electronics Factory, a stubborn old man who usually looked down on everyone.

Now I'm holding a newbie's draft paper, and I'm so excited I'm about to have a heart attack!

Although Director Zhang didn't understand those complicated formulas, he did understand Wu Hanzhang.

Seeing the chief engineer in this state, Director Zhang felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

Saved!

This critical national defense mission is saved!

"Good! Good lad!"

"No wonder he's a specially approved level-ten backbone member!"

Factory Director Zhang rubbed his hands together excitedly, strode forward, and patted Jiang Ming heavily on the shoulder.

Jiang Ming smiled modestly. (✧◡✧)

Show off and then run away, keeping your achievements and fame hidden.

The pioneers in this "Record of Heaven" are indeed reliable; the formulas they provided are absolutely groundbreaking.

Liu Shouxin hid behind the crowd, his body covered in cold sweat.

He never expected that the huge, malicious accusation he had thrown out would actually be caught by this kid.

Not only did he catch it, but he also effortlessly earned the MVP award.

If this machine is really fixed, how will this incompetent deputy director continue to work in the factory!

The intense panic caused Liu Shouxin to completely lose his mind.

Like a gambler who has lost everything, he suddenly jumped out, making a final, desperate struggle.

"Factory Manager! Chief Engineer Wu!"

"You can't be fooled by him!"

Liu Shouxin pointed at the formula on the blackboard and stubbornly shouted.

"Anyone can write on paper!"

"Zhao Kuo was just a theorist who talked about war on paper!"

"This Soviet equipment is extremely valuable. What if this haphazard set of parameters burns out the machine? Who will be responsible?"

"Who will take responsibility for this?!"

Liu Shouxin's hysterical shouting froze the atmosphere in the workshop for a second.

Yes.

No matter how perfect the theory is, no one can guarantee anything without testing it on a computer.

Wu Hanzhang frowned, about to retort.

Factory Director Zhang suddenly turned around and slammed his hand on the desk, making the teacup on it rattle loudly.

"I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

Factory Director Zhang roared domineeringly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire room.

He pointed to the last line of parameters that Jiang Ming had written on the blackboard and waved his hand.

"Everyone, head to Workshop Number One!"

"Based on Xiao Jiang's specifications, turn it on and try it right away!"