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The atmosphere in the No. 1 Precision Workshop was as oppressive as a large iron pot that had been sealed shut.

This is the lifeblood of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

That massive Soviet-made core machine tool, like a dead steel behemoth, lay quietly in the center of the workshop.

The drive shaft, which should have been humming rhythmically, was now completely silent.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of engine oil and the burnt smell of metal rubbing together violently.

Factory Director Yang rushed in with a group of factory committee cadres in a great hurry.

As soon as he entered the door, Director Yang's legs went weak and he almost lost his balance.

He looked at the lifeless machine tool and felt a chill run down his spine.

"What's wrong, Comrade Yuri? What's the problem?"

Factory Director Yang was sweating profusely with anxiety. He grabbed the Russian translator next to him, his voice trembling.

This machine tool is responsible for the precision machining of several important gun barrel parts for the military region.

The construction period is tight and the task is heavy.

If work stops for even a day, the losses will be incalculable.

Not to mention, if it completely breaks down, and the higher-ups blame him, his job as factory director will be over.

Yuri, the Soviet senior technical expert whom the factory had hired at great expense.

Right now, he's wandering around the machine tool like a headless fly.

His blond hair was matted together with sweat and engine oil, and his once crisp blue overalls were now covered in black grease.

Yuri was holding an oversized pipe wrench in his hand.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

He impatiently pounded on the heavy casing of the machine tool with pipe wrenches, trying to revive the dead machine with this most primitive physical therapy.

However, the machine tool seemed determined to strike, emitting only a dull metallic echo and no other response.

"Damn it! This is absolutely absurd!"

Yuri slammed the pipe wrench on the ground in frustration, making a loud, piercing noise.

He turned his head, his bright blue eyes bloodshot, and yelled at the translator in a string of gibberish.

Upon hearing this, the translator's face turned deathly pale.

He swallowed hard and turned to Director Yang, his voice trembling.

"Factory manager... Expert Yuri said..."

"What did he say? Tell me quickly!" Factory Director Yang stamped his feet anxiously.

"Expert Yuri said that the spindle gear set of this machine tool has suffered severe physical meshing."

"It is suspected that the core internal components have suffered irreversible wear and breakage due to prolonged high-load operation."

The translator stammered as he repeated Yuri's words.

He said... "This level of core component damage is something that China simply doesn't have the conditions or equipment to repair."

"Unless...unless the entire machine tool is disassembled and transported by train back to a heavy machinery plant in the Soviet Union for major repairs!"

"Otherwise, even if this machine is completely beyond repair, not even a god could fix it!"

boom!

The translation was like a thunderbolt, exploding directly in Director Yang's mind.

Shipped back to the Soviet Union for major repairs?!

Factory Director Yang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost collapsed to the ground.

The round trip, plus the time for major repairs.

It will take at least half a year!

For more than half a year, the military region's orders had been delayed, and the production plan of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill would be completely paralyzed.

This is not just an economic loss, but also an extremely serious political responsibility!

"No...no, that won't do! It absolutely cannot be shipped back to the Soviet Union!"

Factory Director Yang, his eyes red with anxiety, grabbed Yuri's arm and pleaded desperately through the translator.

"Comrade Yuri, you're a senior expert, you must have other ideas, right?"

"Our factory is willing to pay any price to get it fixed here!"

Yuri shook his head helplessly and forcefully pulled his arm back.

He looked at Director Yang with a condescending gaze, even tinged with pity.

"Director Yang, this isn't about the cost; it's about science, it's the iron law of industry!"

Yuri answered curtly through the translator.

"China's industrial base is too weak. You don't even have the most basic precision lathes. How can you repair such high-precision core gears?"

"I told you, unless a miracle happens, this machine tool is just a pile of scrap metal!"

Yuri sighed, took a dirty handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the oil off his face.

He has given up.

The veteran engineers and level-eight workers from the Red Star Factory nearby heard the Soviet experts say this.

They all hung their heads dejectedly, like wilted eggplants.

Even foreign experts have condemned this machine to death, so what can these workers from humble backgrounds do?

A sense of despair, like a thick, dark cloud, enveloped the entire Workshop No. 1.

Deputy Factory Director Li hid behind the crowd.

He looked at Director Yang's grief-stricken appearance and sneered inwardly.

"Yang Lixin, Yang Lixin, you've really hit rock bottom this time!"

"Let's see how you get out of this! Once the higher-ups investigate, let's see how you'll manage as factory manager!"

Deputy Factory Director Li was overjoyed and was already planning how he would make great strides after taking over as factory director.

As for the machine tool breaking down? Was the country's order delayed?

That's none of his business; he only cares about his own power.

Just when the entire place was deathly silent and everyone was suffering in despair.

"Click, click."

A series of extremely faint yet rhythmic footsteps.

In the empty, oppressive workshop, a sudden sound rang out.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

The five-year-old boy who had just been displaying his power in the conference room, holding a "get-out-of-jail-free card," was none other than Zhang Huaimin.

Holding that mysterious wooden box, she walked slowly and steadily out of the crowd with her short legs.

He still had that White Rabbit milk candy in his mouth.

On her exquisitely beautiful face, there was not a trace of panic or despair.

Instead, it carried an unfathomable calmness and indifference.

In full view of everyone.

Amidst the puzzled, confused, and even somewhat ridiculous gazes of all the veteran engineers, factory cadres, and the arrogant Soviet expert Yuri.

Zhang Huaimin walked slowly, step by step.

They walked up to the imported heavy machine tool that looked like a steel behemoth and was now "completely scrapped".

He stopped in his tracks.

He tilted his head slightly back, looking at the enormous machine in front of him, which was many times taller than him.

Zhang Huaimin remained silent.

He simply stretched out his fair, chubby little hand.

It gently adhered to the cold, oil-stained, heavy iron shell of the machine tool.

The instant his palm touched the metal.

Deep in Zhang Huaimin's mind.

The translucent blue virtual panel instantly lit up with an extremely dazzling light.

[Ding! Target detected: Damaged Soviet-made precision heavy-duty cutting and rolling machine!]

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