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The piercing red alarm sounded like red-hot steel needles, suddenly stabbing into everyone's ears.

Director Yang's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and a fine layer of cold sweat visibly appeared on his forehead.

"What happened?! What's wrong in Workshop Number One?"

Factory Director Yang turned around and roared at the head of the security department behind him, his voice cracking.

That was the only core machine tool in the factory that was imported from the Soviet Union!

The entire country's heavy industry relies on that precious machine for a large portion of its precision components!

If something goes wrong with it, he'll be out of a job as factory manager.

If the higher-ups blame us, it will be an immeasurable and enormous loss!

"Factory manager! Something terrible has happened!"

A workshop foreman, dressed in work clothes covered in oil stains, tumbled and crawled from deep within the factory area.

His face was filled with terror, and he was panting heavily.

"Machine Tool No. 1...the spindle gear of Machine Tool No. 1 is jammed!"

"Comrade Yuri, the Soviet expert, is inside making repairs, but... but he said..."

"What did you say?! You fucking bastard, just say it!" Director Yang's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he grabbed the director's collar.

"Comrade Yuri said that the gear may have suffered a serious internal fracture, and it cannot be repaired here; it must be disassembled and transported back to the Soviet Union for major repairs!"

boom!

These words struck Yang, the factory director, and all the cadres present like a blow to the head.

Was it shipped back to the Soviet Union for major repairs?

It would take at least half a year for a round trip!

What about production tasks during this period? What about national orders?

This is absolutely devastating for Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill!

"What's the panic?"

Just then.

A clear, youthful voice, yet with an extraordinary composure, rang out beneath everyone's feet.

Zhang Huaimin was holding the tightly wrapped wooden box.

Those large, clear black and white eyes calmly watched the factory leaders who were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"A stuck gear is not necessarily broken."

"It could be metal fatigue caused by thermal expansion and contraction, coupled with the wrong type of lubricant, resulting in momentary seizing."

Zhang Huaimin casually uttered a few highly technical industrial terms.

"Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

The military experts and veteran engineers present were shocked to hear the words that came out of the mouth of this five-year-old child.

They were all stunned.

They looked at each other, a hint of surprise and uncertainty flashing in their eyes.

Does this kid really know anything about mechanics?

Factory Director Yang seemed to have grasped at the last straw and didn't care about formalities anymore.

"Yes, yes, yes! Consultant Zhang, please come in!"

He personally led the way, and the group of people hurried towards the No. 1 Precision Workshop.

Li, the deputy factory director, who was walking at the back of the group, stared intently at Zhang Huaimin's back with his sinister eyes.

He sneered inwardly.

"A five-and-a-half-year-old kid like you doesn't know anything about mechanics!"

"Yang Lixin is really grasping at straws in his desperation, even daring to play along with such an absurd act."

"Wait until we get to the workshop, then we'll see how you get out of this, you little liar!"

Deputy Factory Director Li was hoping that Machine Tool No. 1 wouldn't be repaired.

As long as Yang Lixin is dismissed from his post because of this incident.

As the deputy factory director, he can rightfully take the position of factory director!

soon.

The group arrived at the large conference room on the first floor of the factory's office building.

In order to cover up the truth and to comply with the policy red line of "five-year-old child labor".

Today, the factory held a brief but high-level internal appointment meeting.

The meeting room was filled with the factory's core middle-level managers.

When I saw Director Yang respectfully leading a five-and-a-half-year-old toddler onto the stage.

The cadres below immediately erupted in uproar.

"What... what's going on here? Factory Director Yang brought a child to the meeting?"

"Whose child is this? How did he get here?"

Whispers echoed in the conference room.

Seeing this, Deputy Factory Director Li felt even more smug.

He slammed his teacup on the table with a "bang," stood up, and struck a pose of righteous indignation.

"Director Yang! This is a core meeting of the factory committee. What are you doing bringing up this random kid from who-knows-where?"

Deputy Factory Director Li pointed at Zhang Huaimin, his voice stern.

"This is a large state-owned factory, not a daycare center!"

"You're treating the nation's production targets like a joke!"

Some of the uninformed cadres below also nodded in agreement.

In this era, rules are absolute orders, and no one dares to disobey them.

To them, having a five-year-old child participate in technical work in a factory was simply a fantasy and a serious violation of regulations!

Factory Director Yang's face darkened, and he was about to explain.

Zhang Huaimin calmly placed the wooden box he was carrying on the table.

He unwrapped a White Rabbit milk candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

Then, he tilted his head, looked at Deputy Factory Director Li, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Her little hand reached into the pocket of the blue cotton-padded jacket.

He slowly and deliberately pulled out a small, dark green leather ID booklet.

With a "snap".

Zhang Huaimin slammed the certificate booklet onto the conference table.

"This deputy factory director, your eyesight isn't good, so you should get a pair of glasses."

Zhang Huaimin's voice was clear and crisp, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Look what this is."

Deputy Factory Director Li snorted disdainfully, leaned over, and looked down.

Just one glance.

The sneer on his face froze instantly.

On the dark green leather surface, a gleaming gold national emblem was prominently printed!

Turn it over.

The bright red steel seals of the Ministry of Industry and the Military Region Confidentiality Bureau are clearly stamped on it!

[Zhang Huaimin, a nationally protected scientific research orphan]

[Awarded Honorary Technical Advisory Title for the "Youth Science Enlightenment and Cultivation Center" at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill]

[Enjoy: Special treatment and exemptions as a envoy of the Bureau of Secrecy!]

boom!

These words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into Deputy Factory Director Li's skull.

His sinister eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets.

National Class A Protected Property!

Military Region Security Bureau Seal!

Special treatment for special envoys!

This...this isn't child labor that violates regulations at all!

This is clearly an "imperial envoy" disguised as a five-year-old child, a national treasure with a get-out-of-jail-free card!

In front of this document.

He was just a lowly deputy director of a steel rolling mill, not even worth a damn!

Just as Deputy Factory Director Li was too shocked to speak...

Chen Bing, who had been standing behind Zhang Huaimin, suddenly stepped forward.

With a "whoosh" sound.

Chen Bing's rough, large hands pressed directly onto the holster of the shiny black Type 54 pistol at his waist.

A chilling killing intent instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

"Advisor Zhang's identity and appointment were top secret, personally approved by the military region leaders!"

Chen Bing's eyes were like knives as he stared intently at Deputy Factory Director Li, his voice as cold as ice.

"Anyone who dares to question this is questioning the military region's decision!"

"Anyone who dares to obstruct this will be punished for leaking state secrets and disrupting military production!"

Gudong.

Deputy Factory Director Li swallowed hard.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his white shirt.

His initial arrogance vanished when he saw the steel stamp and the holster on Chen Bing's waist.

It was extinguished in an instant, leaving not even a spark.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed into a chair, his face ashen, not daring to utter another word.

The meeting room was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden reversal and the terrifying document.

A well-defined privileged flow allows for a direct, devastating attack!

With the absolute backing of the state apparatus.

All the conspiracies, tricks, and loopholes in regulations and laws have become pale and powerless jokes.

"Director Yang, let's skip the meeting. Machine Tool No. 1 is waiting."

Zhang Huaimin put the documents back in his pocket and picked up the wooden box on the table.

He chewed on a lollipop and, as if nothing had happened, strode off the stage with his short legs.

"Okay! Okay! Coach Zhang, this way please!"

Factory Director Yang snapped out of his daze, quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurried after him.

The group walked through the long corridor and headed straight for the No. 1 Precision Workshop.

As soon as I stepped into the workshop.

A strong smell of engine oil and burnt smell wafted over.

Around that huge, steel monster-like Soviet-made core machine tool, anxious workers and technicians were gathered.

A tall, blond Soviet man wearing blue overalls stained with oil.

They were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

He paced impatiently next to the machine tool, holding a large wrench and muttering Russian curses under his breath.

"It's ruined! It's completely stuck! This damn machine is beyond repair!"

Soviet expert Yuri, in despair, threw the wrench on the ground with a jarring clang.

He turned around and bumped right into Zhang Huaimin, who was slowly walking into the workshop, chewing on a lollipop.