Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Buzz—"

The sound was extremely faint, but in the deathly silent Workshop No. 1, it sounded like a thunderclap.

Yuri's hand, which was about to strike a match, suddenly trembled.

With a "snap".

The unlit cigarette fell directly out of his open mouth and landed on his greasy rubber shoes.

His bright blue eyes widened instantly, and his neck stiffly turned inch by inch.

He stared intently at the machine tool.

"Did I...did I hear that right?"

Yuri mumbled something in Russian, stammering.

However, the faint electrical sound did not disappear; instead, it became clearer and clearer.

It's like a sleeping steel behemoth slowly awakening.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on the machine tool.

Zhang Huaimin, however, was not idle.

He turned around, took short steps, and walked to the open electrical box on the side of the machine tool.

The wiring inside the distribution box is dense and tangled, like a mess of yarn. Even a glance at it would make an ordinary worker dizzy.

Zhang Huaimin reached into the pocket of the little cotton-padded jacket.

Under the stares of everyone present, who looked at him as if he were a fool.

He pulled out a rusty half-wire and a toy screwdriver about the size of a palm with a plastic handle.

This isn't machine repair!

This is clearly just kids playing house!

Factory Director Yang saw this and was anxious, just about to speak up to stop them.

"Consultant Zhang, there's high-voltage electricity in there..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhang Huaimin stood on tiptoe and barely managed to reach the edge of the electrical box.

He used that plastic toy screwdriver to randomly tap three times on several core relays.

Then, he casually draped the half-wire between the two thick copper bars.

One wrap, one twist.

The movements were fluid and fast, almost dazzling.

Then, he clapped his hands and put the toy screwdriver back in his pocket.

He shouted at the control panel next to him:

"power ups!"

The old electrician next to him was completely bewildered by this series of actions and subconsciously pressed the main power switch.

"Click!"

The instant the switch is closed.

"Boom—Rumble!!!"

A deafening yet incredibly joyful and smooth roar of steel suddenly erupted in Workshop No. 1!

The sound was crisper and more pleasant than when the machine tool was first turned on after being shipped from the Soviet Union!

Followed by.

On the machine tool's control panel, the row of previously lifeless red fault lights went out instantly.

Instead, there are more than a dozen green indicator lights that represent the perfect operation of various indicators.

They all lit up at once!

The dazzling green light illuminated every blank face in the workshop.

Alive!

This imported core machine tool, which had been sentenced to death, actually came back to life!

"It moved! The spindle gear moved!"

A sharp-eyed veteran engineer pointed to the high-speed rotating gear set inside the machine tool, which created a whirlwind, and his voice trembled with excitement.

Not only did it move, but the speed of its rotation and the steady sound of its rotation were also remarkable.

This doesn't look like a broken machine at all.

This is even more precise and powerful than a brand new machine tool!

The deathly silence of the entire workshop was broken.

Everyone stared at Zhang Huaimin as if he were a monster, their minds completely blank.

Three minutes!

Zhang Huaimin walked up to the machine tool and clapped it twice.

He then poked around in the electrical box a few times with a broken wire and a toy screwdriver.

All told, it definitely didn't take more than three minutes!

It's fixed already?!

The fatal malfunction that required major repairs back in the Soviet Union was solved so casually?!

This can no longer be described as a miracle.

This is a miracle!

Yuri stood there, frozen, his legs feeling like they were made of lead and unable to move.

He rubbed his eyes violently and rushed to the machine tool's control panel like a madman.

He roughly pushed aside the technician next to him, his eyes fixed on the instrument panel displaying various precise parameters.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Yuri roared wildly in Russian, his hands flying across the control panel.

He wants to test it!

He wanted to prove that it was all an illusion, a false appearance caused by the machine's final moments of lucidity!

With Yuri's control, the machine tool began to undergo various challenging no-load tests.

However, the data displayed on the instrument panel was like a series of resounding slaps to Yuri's face.

Spindle speed: Exceeds the factory maximum limit by 20%!

Friction coefficient: almost zero, and the smoothness reaches an astonishingly perfect level!

Vibration amplitude: None!

Yuri's breathing became increasingly rapid, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like raindrops.

He stared at the parameters that were so perfect they were almost unscientific, and his whole body trembled violently.

Overclocking!

The machine tool was not only repaired.

Moreover, the performance was artificially boosted to a whole new level, achieving true overclocking!

Even the most advanced heavy industry laboratories in the Soviet Union could not do this!

And all this.

It was actually done by a five-and-a-half-year-old Chinese child using a broken wire and a toy screwdriver?!

Yuri slowly turned around.

He looked at Zhang Huaimin, who was standing not far away, biting a lollipop, with an innocent and carefree expression.

At this moment, Yuri's heart went through a process of transformation, from arrogance and disdain to shock and fear, and finally to deep fanaticism and submission.

In the Soviet Union, technology was everything, and truth was God.

And the child before us is the living god of machines!

"thump!"

Under the horrified gazes of hundreds of people throughout the workshop.

This was Yuri, a high-ranking Soviet expert who usually didn't even respect Director Yang.

Without any hesitation, his knees buckled.

He knelt down straight in front of five-year-old Zhang Huaimin!

"Comrade-in-arms! A god! A living god!"

Yuri no longer cared about maintaining an expert image.

He shouted at the top of his lungs in extremely broken Chinese, with heavy trills.

While shouting, he also imitated the Chinese way, putting his hands together and bowing repeatedly to Zhang Huaimin.

"You are a true master mechanic!"

"Please! Please take me as your apprentice!"

"I'm willing to give you all my possessions in the Soviet Union, if you'll teach me that magic trick you just performed!"

Yuri's words, conveyed through the translator's trembling voice, spread throughout Workshop One.

boom!

All the workers, senior engineers, and factory committee cadres in the workshop.

At that moment, everyone froze.

They looked at the tall Soviet expert kneeling on the ground, then at the five-year-old toddler biting a candied hawthorn.

The thrill of the shockwave was brought to its peak in that instant!

This was the Soviet Union, the leading power representing the most advanced industrial level at the time!

Now, he's actually kneeling in front of a five-year-old Chinese child, crying and begging to become his apprentice!

This scene is so impactful!

That's so damn inspiring!

"Great! Great! That's wonderful!"

After a brief silence, Director Yang finally recovered from his shock and elation.

He was so excited that his face turned red and his whole body was trembling.

He rushed forward, picked up Zhang Huaimin in one lap, and was so moved that tears almost fell from his eyes.

"Advisor Zhang! You are truly our savior at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill! A great hero of the nation!"

Factory Director Yang shouted at the top of his lungs to the entire workshop.

"I must report this matter to the Ministry of Industry and to Chief Lin!"

"I want to award Advisor Zhang a Special Class Merit!"

The surrounding workers also reacted quickly, bursting into thunderous applause and cheers.

"Consultant Zhang is awesome!"

"A child prodigy! China has its own child prodigy now!"

In this sea of ​​jubilation.

Only one person looked worse than if he had swallowed a fly.

Deputy Factory Director Li hid at the very back of the crowd, gritting his teeth tightly.

He looked at Zhang Huaimin, who was surrounded by people like a star, and at Director Yang, who was so excited that he forgot himself.

His fingernails dug deep into his flesh, the poisonous fire of jealousy and resentment burning wildly in his heart.