Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Precision-level basic industrial repair techniques?"

Zhang Huaimin chuckled inwardly; this system was truly a timely help.

He closed his eyes, feeling the cold metallic touch of his palms, his consciousness already immersed in the system's vast library of traits.

"Exchange, merge," he commanded crisply in his mind.

However, at the very second that his delicate little hand touched the machine tool casing.

Yuri, the Soviet expert standing nearby, bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Yuri roared angrily in Russian, his tall frame like a furious brown bear, and he lunged forward two steps.

He stretched out his large hands, covered in black machine oil, and tried to pull Zhang Huaimin away from the machine tool.

"Who let this brat in?!"

"This is the pinnacle of industrial precision; it's a sacred machine!"

"The syrup on his hands will contaminate the machine tool's casing! This is a desecration of the great Soviet industrial technology!"

Yuri was so angry that he spat everywhere, his blue eyes filled with arrogance and fury.

In his view, this precision machine tool was like his child, how could he allow a mere, immature Chinese child eating candied hawthorns to touch it carelessly?

The translator was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly translated Yuri's words to Director Yang without missing a single one.

Factory Director Yang was also sweating profusely with anxiety.

Although he knew that Zhang Huaimin had a "get-out-of-jail-free card" specially approved by the military region.

But offending Soviet experts at this critical juncture when the machine was about to be scrapped was like adding fuel to the fire!

"Oh dear, my little darling, please get away from me!"

Factory Director Yang rushed forward, trying to pull Zhang Huaimin back.

"This lump of iron is filthy; don't let it get your new cotton-padded coat dirty. Expert Yuri is in a bad mood right now..."

but.

Director Yang hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Bing's tall and imposing figure had silently blocked Zhang Huaimin and Yuri's path, like an iron tower.

Chen Bing did not draw his gun, but his hands, calloused from years of holding guns, merely raised them casually.

He steadily blocked Yuri's large hand, which was waving like a fan.

"Back off."

Chen Bing's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, ruthless killing intent.

Yuri felt as if his wrist was being clamped tightly by an iron clamp, and he couldn't move it at all.

He stared in astonishment at the unassuming Chinese soldier before him, a chill running down his spine.

Upon seeing this, Director Yang was terrified.

"No, no, no! Comrade Chen, Yuri didn't do it on purpose, please don't!"

Just when tensions were running high in the workshop and the atmosphere was at its most intense.

Zhang Huaimin, who was being protected behind him.

But he acted as if nothing was wrong, completely ignoring the noise behind him.

He slowly chewed up the almost melted White Rabbit candy in his mouth and swallowed it.

Then, he actually turned around.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of veteran engineers, factory committee cadres, and Yuri, who seemed ready to devour him.

Zhang Huaimin raised his chubby little hand, which was still slightly stained with sugar.

Looking at the hard, thick machine tool casing covered in black oil stains.

"Slap! Slap!"

He patted her lightly twice, very casually, even somewhat perfunctorily.

The two crisp slapping sounds were particularly jarring in the quiet workshop.

It was like two resounding slaps, landing squarely on Yuri and all the engineers' faces.

What is this?

Should we soothe the puppy?

Even more absurdly, after Zhang Huaimin finished filming, he mumbled something in a childish voice while looking at the enormous steel behemoth:

"Little Tie, listen to me, move quickly."

The tone was as if he were coaxing a tantrum toy.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

At this moment, the entire Workshop No. 1 seemed to have been put on pause.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, dumbfounded as they looked at the five-and-a-half-year-old toddler.

crazy.

This child must be crazy!

Or is it that the so-called "special technical advisor" invited by Director Yang is actually a mentally ill child with brain problems?

"Hahaha...Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Yuri suddenly burst into unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

He pointed at Zhang Huaimin, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face, and shook his head repeatedly.

"Director Yang, is this how you Chinese solve problems?"

"Using a little doll's magic to repair precision industrial machine tools?"

"You are insulting my intelligence! You are insulting science!"

Yuri's words were like sharp knives, piercing the hearts of every Chinese worker present.

Factory Director Yang was so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground; his old face turned bright red.

Deputy Factory Director Li hid behind the crowd, desperately trying to suppress his laughter, though he was secretly overjoyed.

"Yang Lixin, you've really embarrassed yourself internationally this time!"

"Let's see how you explain this to the ministry tomorrow!"

however.

What no one noticed was...

Just as Zhang Huaimin's two seemingly absurd "slap slap" sounds landed.

An invisible yet immensely powerful energy.

It had already flowed through his tender palm like a surging tide, frantically surging into the massive steel shell of the machine tool!

That is the ultimate power of "Precision-level Basic Industrial Repair Techniques" and "Magnetic Field Reconstruction"!

This force disregarded the thick steel plates and the complex gear structure.

It's like a highly skilled surgeon who precisely locates the spindle gear set inside the machine tool that has completely seized up due to metal fatigue and thermal expansion and contraction.

next second.

Miracles happen quietly in the microscopic world, invisible to the naked eye.

The meshing surfaces of gears, which originally suffered minor fractures and deformations due to intense friction.

Under the incredible energy reshaping of "Industrial Repair Technique," the broken metal molecules seemed to come alive, rapidly rearranging and healing themselves!

That "reconstructed magnetic field" is like a magical brush, instantly removing all the dried and solidified inferior lubricating oil and metal shavings from the surface of the gears.

The coefficient of friction was reduced to an almost impossible freezing point.

In less than a second.

The core component of this machine tool, which was deemed dead by Soviet experts and believed could only be overhauled by being transported back to the Soviet Union.

It not only restored its original smoothness and flatness.

In fact, its molecular structure is even more robust and precise than when it left the factory!

The knot was untied in an instant!

Yuri was still there, laughing merrily.

He pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and was about to take out a match to light it.

I was prepared to turn around and leave this backward and ignorant place after watching this farce.

Sudden.

"Buzz—"

A faint yet remarkably clear low-frequency electrical sound.

The faint sound emanated from inside the machine tool that had been silent for several hours.