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

Meanwhile, over in the red brick factory area.

After the emergency repair of the high-frequency heating furnace, Jiang Ming became a household name at the Third Electronics Factory.

Everyone in the factory, even the cafeteria ladies, knew that a prodigy who had returned from studying abroad had come to the factory.

Not only did he not embarrass his superiors, but he also single-handedly saved an important national defense mission.

Liu Shouxin, the deputy director of the technical department, now walks close to the wall whenever he sees Jiang Ming, fearing that the kid will come after him.

Chief Engineer Wu Hanzhang treated Jiang Ming like a precious gem, wishing he could sit in his office and be worshipped like a Buddha, not even letting him move heavy files.

But Jiang Ming doesn't play by the rules at all.

The next morning, he didn't even step inside the technical department.

He went directly to the logistics department and picked up a set of oversized blue canvas work clothes.

He locked his old suit in the closet, slipped on his canvas shoes, and carried a large enamel mug into the filthy workshop every day. (✧◡✧)

He came with a clear goal in mind.

No matter how brilliant the high-frequency formulas in your mind are, or how detailed the drawings on kraft paper are, they are still just theories on paper.

He wanted to create groundbreaking microwave radar and multi-cavity magnetrons by hand in this impoverished era, but he couldn't just talk about it and actually build them.

This thing has extremely high requirements for the precision of metal processing.

Without top-notch craftsmanship, all ideas are just nonsense.

Therefore, he had to go down to the grassroots level and find a few real veteran craftsmen for his future core manufacturing team.

Workshop No. 1 was bustling with activity.

When the workers saw Jiang Ming strolling over wearing the same work clothes as them, they all greeted him warmly.

Some handed him freshly roasted sweet potatoes, while others stuffed his pocket with roasted sunflower seeds they had made themselves.

"Engineer Jiang, why did you come up to the workshop yourself? This place is full of coal slag and black ash, don't get your clothes dirty."

Jiang Ming took the sweet potato with a smile and naturally squatted down by the wall to chat with several old workers.

"Don't call me Jiang Gong, all of you can just call me Xiao Jiang."

"I'm just here to learn the practical feel of operating the equipment. The things in the books are ultimately too abstract; when it comes to actual work, we have to rely on everyone's skills."

These words immediately boosted the workers' goodwill towards him.

Everyone felt that this high-achieving student was very down-to-earth and had none of the airs of a spoiled foreigner.

But there was one person who was very disdainful of Jiang Ming's approach.

That's Master Sun, the factory's most skilled level 7 fitter.

Old Sun was a stubborn old man through and through.

In this life, I only recognize the file in my hand and my own craft. I despise those diploma-holding officials who can only give orders with a pen.

This morning, Old Sun was leading two apprentices, sweating profusely as they worked to repair a high-precision vacuum pump made in the Soviet Union.

This machine is the factory's prized possession.

Due to continuous operation to meet the deadline, the main bearing became severely jammed, and the entire production line came to a standstill.

Jiang Ming strolled over with his teacup in hand and humbly squatted down to watch.

Master Sun's hands were covered in black engine oil.

He glanced at Jiang Ming sideways and gave a cold snort without any politeness.

"Hey college student, can't you stay away from me?"

Old Sun wiped his sweat with his oil-stained sleeve and then roughly tapped the machine casing with the wrench in his hand.

"This iron lump doesn't recognize the arithmetic formulas in your notebooks; it only recognizes real strength and experience."

"Don't get your clean face dirty. Go back to your office and have some tea."

The two apprentices stood by, suppressing their laughter, not daring to utter a sound.

If it were any other intellectual, being publicly humiliated like that by a worker, they would probably have felt utterly humiliated and simply turned their back and left.

But Jiang Ming wasn't angry at all.

He knew that truly skilled old craftsmen all possessed an inherent pride. (￣ー￣)

If you want him to willingly follow your commands, the theoretical talk about the high-frequency furnace alone is far from enough.

We must completely convince him in practical terms.

"Master Sun, I'm fine, I'm just taking a look around."

"You go about your business, I'll just be an apprentice and learn from you."

Jiang Ming shamelessly moved half a step to the side, but his eyes were fixed on the vacuum pump that had been dismantled into pieces.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of him, Old Sun didn't bother to say anything more.

He turned his head and continued fiddling with the thick drive shaft.

There is a large fixing bolt on the spindle base.

Due to prolonged thermal expansion and severe internal rust corrosion, the bolt has become completely locked to the base.

Old Sun held two heavy, large adjustable wrenches and firmly wedged both ends of the bolt.

"You two, stop standing there and give me a hand!"

Old Sun beckoned two apprentices over.

The three men shouted slogans, the veins on their necks bulging, as they pressed the wrench down hard.

Crunch, crunch.

The metal emitted a harsh, scraping sound.

Even with all three of them putting their strength into it, the bolt wouldn't budge.

"Damn it, it's completely rusted to death."

Old Sun spat and threw the wrench on the ground in frustration, kicking up a cloud of choking coal dust.

In workshops of that era, veteran technicians had a very primitive but effective method for dealing with these deadlock bolts.

That is "great power can produce miracles".

By using force to strike the threads, the rust inside can be broken, making it much easier to tighten.

Old Sun turned his head and extended his rough, large hand to the apprentice next to him, speaking with great confidence.

"Go, bring me my octagonal iron hammer!"

"I've been hammering screws for thirty years, and I've never seen one that can withstand my hammer blow."

"We absolutely have to loosen up this iron lump today!"

The apprentice dared not slack off and quickly ran to the toolbox, where he laboriously carried over a solid iron hammer weighing ten pounds.

Old Sun took the hammer, spat into his palm, and rubbed his hands together vigorously.

He spread his legs apart, firmly planted himself in a horse stance, and gripped the rough wooden handle tightly with both hands.

Jiang Ming was leisurely drinking water from an enamel mug.

He had just looked through the internal structural blueprints of this Soviet machine in the archives last night.

His gaze casually swept down the base that Old Sun was about to strike.

Directly below the main shaft, a sealed container marked with a red Russian warning line is discreetly connected.

It was a high-pressure sealed gas chamber.

In the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ming's mind was instantly filled with essential safety knowledge about pneumatic equipment.

In his past life, he had watched countless horrific factory safety accident surveillance videos online.

Those shocking images were now clearly superimposed on the vacuum pump in front of me.

(°Д°) This is a dangerous high-voltage energy storage device!

Because the bearing was completely stuck, the gas venting valve inside had long been blocked.

That unassuming sealed container is now accumulating enough super-high pressure residual gas to blow a cow into the air!

If you violently strike that load-bearing bolt with a ten-pound sledgehammer, the enormous vibration will cause the aged and damaged threads to collapse and slip instantly.

Under the terrifying internal air pressure, that three-pound pure steel bolt will turn into a deadly cannonball in a fraction of a second!

Jiang Ming glanced at the angle from which Old Sun was squatting in horror.

Because he needed to exert force, Old Sun's head was directly above the bolt.

Once this hammer strikes, the bolt will smash Old Sun's jaw with terrifying speed and precision, and then pierce through his skull!

"Hey!"

Old Sun shouted a loud command, and his waist suddenly burst forth with powerful strength.

A ten-pound iron hammer drew a dangerous black shadow in mid-air.

With a dull thud, it violently smashed into the locked bolt.

The bolt was less than 20 centimeters away!

Jiang Ming felt like his scalp was about to explode.

A crisp clang rang out.

He slammed the enamel mug in his hand onto the ground, splashing hot water everywhere.

His adrenaline surged, causing him to leap up like a cheetah.

Jiang Ming lunged forward, letting out a hoarse, furious roar.

"Master Sun! Stop! Don't smash it!"