Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The document in Chen Bing's hand, stamped with a top-secret seal, stood out conspicuously in the winter sunlight.

Zhang Huaimin, however, did not show much surprise.

He simply smiled faintly and took the brown paper bag from Chen Bing's hand.

Last night, he used the system to mix a basic concept drawing of a "miniature high-explosive anti-shake generator" with some scrap paper.

Chen Bing was instructed to submit the work to his superiors under the guise of "children's doodles."

It seems that the country's desire for heavy industrial technology is more urgent than he imagined.

"Brother Chen, it's cold outside, let's go inside and talk."

Zhang Huaimin turned and went back into the house, closing the door behind him.

Chen Bing followed behind, rubbing his hands together, his voice so excited he was almost incoherent.

"Huaimin, you don't know, that blueprint was delivered to the military region yesterday, and several senior experts didn't sleep a wink all night looking at it!"

"Chief Lin even slammed his fist on the table and called the Ministry of Industry that very night."

Just then, the roar of a car engine suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the Jeep door slamming shut was clearly audible.

A series of hurried footsteps passed through the front yard and headed straight for the east wing.

"Advisor Zhang! Young Comrade Huaimin!"

Before he even arrived, Zhou Jianguo's booming voice filled the air.

The person who pushed open the door was Zhou Jianguo, the director of Hongxing Police Station.

For the first time ever, he was wearing a crisp police uniform today, with several medals even hanging on his chest, and his face was beaming.

"Grandpa Zhou, what brings you here?"

Zhang Huaimin blinked his innocent-looking big eyes.

"Oh my little darling, how could I not come? This is such a joyous occasion!"

Zhou Jianguo strode over, picked Zhang Huaimin up in one lap, and showed him great affection.

"Those few 'graffiti' of yours have alarmed the highest-ranking leaders in Beijing!"

Zhou Jianguo put Zhang Huaimin down and took out a red-headed document wrapped in red silk from his briefcase.

He solemnly presented it to Zhang Huaimin with both hands.

"I was entrusted by the top leadership and the Ministry of Industry to act as the 'matchmaker'."

Zhou Jianguo's expression was solemn, and his voice echoed in the room.

"Because of your extraordinary talent in the fields of medicine and mechanics."

"With special government approval, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill has officially appointed you as a 'Lifetime Special Technical Advisor'!"

"Enjoy deputy factory-level treatment, with unlimited supply of all experimental materials!"

These words, if spoken by an adult, would be enough to bring honor to one's ancestors.

But now, it has truly landed on the head of a five-and-a-half-year-old toddler.

"Deputy factory manager level benefits..."

Zhang Huaimin's lips curled up slightly.

This means that from today onwards, he not only has money and bodyguards in Beijing, but also absolute official power!

at this time.

The neighbors in the compound had long been attracted by the jeep and the commotion caused by Director Zhou.

No one dared to approach the east wing; instead, they crowded around the moon gate and covered walkway in the central courtyard, peering inside with tentative eyes.

When Director Zhou's loud voice clearly rang out from outside the window.

The entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence that lasted for half a minute.

"Bang!"

The washbasin that Yan Bugui was holding fell to the ground, spilling water everywhere.

"Final...lifetime specially appointed consultant?! Deputy factory level?!"

Yan Bugui's eyes nearly bulged out, his tongue was tied in knots, and his gold-rimmed glasses almost slipped off.

"My God! He's only five and a half! I've been teaching my whole life and I haven't even become a department head!"

Liu Haizhong, heavily pregnant, hid behind her own door, her face deathly pale.

He dreamed of becoming an official in the factory.

Now, this little kid who just kicked him to scaveng for steel slag a couple of days ago has suddenly become a deputy factory-level consultant!

After that, did Liu Haizhong still have a good life in the factory?

"This...this is impossible! He's a monster! He's definitely a monster!"

Hiding inside the house, Jia Zhangshi watched this scene through the crack in the window. She was so frightened that her teeth chattered, and she even forgot the pain of her severed finger.

Qin Huairu slumped on the kang (a heated brick bed), her face ashen.

She knew that the gap between the Jia family and Zhang Huaimin was no longer as vast as heaven and earth.

Rather, it is the chasm between humans and gods.

Those beasts in the courtyard will no longer even have the right to look up to Zhang Huaimin.

In the room.

Zhang Huaimin took the official letter of appointment and casually stuffed it into his shoulder bag.

He picked up a wooden box covered with a black cloth from the table.

Inside was a precision miniature motor model that he had initially assembled using the system.

"Grandpa Zhou, Brother Chen, let's go."

Zhang Huaimin spoke calmly, as if he were about to face not a national-level large-scale factory, but someone going to the alley entrance to buy a skewer of candied hawthorns.

"Alright! The car is already waiting outside!"

Zhou Jianguo personally led the way, while Chen Bing, with his hand on his holster, stood closely beside Zhang Huaimin.

The three of them stepped out of the east wing.

The neighbors in the courtyard instantly retreated to both sides like a tide, as if avoiding a plague, making way for a wide avenue.

Everyone kept their heads down, not daring to even breathe loudly.

His eyes were filled with extreme awe and fear.

Zhang Huaimin carried the wooden box, stepped across the middle courtyard, and walked through the front courtyard.

He did not go to see those beasts who had schemed against him and bullied him.

Because they are no longer worthy to be his opponents.

At this moment, he completely crushed the low-level beginner village dungeon, the Siheyuan, and achieved a perfect clear.

Step out of the courtyard house.

A brand-new military jeep has started up.

Zhang Huaimin stepped onto the pedal and sat in the back seat.

"boom--!"

The jeep let out a deep roar, spewed out a cloud of white smoke from its exhaust pipe, and shot off.

The wheels crushed the remaining snow in the alley and sped off toward the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Outside the car window, the street scenes of Beijing rushed past.

Zhang Huaimin looked into the distance at the towering steel plant that was belching thick smoke.

His gaze gradually sharpened.

An industrial powerhouse—that's the vast universe he, a transmigrator, should truly roam!

A dozen minutes later.

The jeep came to a steady stop in front of the imposing iron gate of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Outside the gate at this moment.

Red flags were waving and crowds were bustling about.

Factory Director Yang, dressed in a sharp Zhongshan suit, along with Deputy Factory Director Li and a group of factory committee leaders, had been waiting in line for quite some time.

The jeep stopped.

Factory Director Yang jogged up to greet him, his refined face beaming with an unprecedentedly respectful smile.

"Welcome! A warm welcome to Consultant Zhang for your guidance!"

however.

The moment Zhang Huaimin pushed open the car door and stepped onto the steel rolling mill ground.

"Boom—Crack!"

A dull, piercing sound, like metal bones being torn apart.

Suddenly, an explosion occurred in the No. 1 precision workshop deep inside the factory area!