Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

In the corner of the waste pile, the cold wind howled like knives.

Yi Zhonghai bowed his head meekly, his old face covered in coal dust, showing no trace of the former imposing manner of an eighth-grade worker.

Deputy Factory Director Li took a half step back in disgust and covered his nose with a handkerchief.

"Old Yi, you've been in the workshop for so many years, didn't you really see through the ins and outs of that Soviet machine tool at all?"

Deputy Factory Director Li lowered his voice and swept his cold gaze around.

"A five-year-old kid, you think you can make it run at overclock with a piece of broken wire?"

Yi Zhonghai wore a bitter expression, cursing under his breath.

If he could have seen it, would he have ended up in this situation?

But he dared not show it on his face and could only continue in the direction of Deputy Factory Director Li's words.

"Director Li, this is really strange."

"But I reckon that the machine tool was probably almost fixed. Zhang Dashan used to work in the security department, so he might know a bit about shady stuff and taught his son."

"That kid just got lucky, a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse!"

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and tried to discredit Zhang Huaimin.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Deputy Factory Director Li's eyes.

luck?

If it really came down to luck, then why did that old bastard Yang Lixin get all the credit, the reputation, and the special experimental funds allocated by the higher authorities?

He, the deputy factory director, had worked hard at the steel rolling mill for so many years, waiting for an opportunity to rise to a higher position.

This little prodigy is like a treasure trove fallen from the sky!

If we can win this kid over, or steal the credit for repairing the machine tool.

Then his promotion to factory director is a sure thing.

"Old Yi, you'd better do well in the workshop these days. If there's an opportunity, I'll definitely transfer you back to your original position."

Deputy Factory Director Li patted Yi Zhonghai on the shoulder and made a grand promise.

"But now, I have something I need you to do."

Upon hearing that he could be reinstated, Yi Zhonghai's cloudy eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded repeatedly.

The two whispered to each other for a while before dispersing like ghosts, one after the other.

The next morning.

In Deputy Factory Director Li's spacious and bright office.

The coal stove was burning brightly, and a purple clay teapot sat on top, steaming.

Liu Haizhong, with a large pregnant belly, sat on a leather sofa, half of his buttocks dangling in the air, nervously rubbing his hands.

Ever since he went crazy shouting "I love Apple" at the factory gate and was relegated to picking steel slag.

He dreamed of returning to the workshop, let alone sitting in Deputy Factory Director Li's high-ranking office.

"Old Liu, I heard you're doing quite well at the scrap yard lately?"

Deputy Factory Director Li picked up the purple clay teapot and slowly took a sip.

"Director Li, I... I was scammed!"

Liu Haizhong was so aggrieved he was about to cry. Just thinking about Zhang Huaimin's harmless little face made him want to slap himself twice.

"Alright, let's not talk about the past."

Deputy Factory Director Li put down the teapot, leaned forward, and stared intently at Liu Haizhong.

"Do you want to come back? Do you want to get a minor position in the workshop?"

Liu Hai's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing became rapid.

Becoming an official? That was his biggest obsession in life!

"I want to! I dream about it!"

Liu Haizhong suddenly stood up and patted his chest to assure him.

"Director Li, I'll do anything you say!"

"good!"

Deputy Factory Director Li smiled with satisfaction, took a document from his drawer, and tapped it on the table.

"Director Yang specially approved an independent laboratory for that five-year-old boy named Zhang Huaimin."

"We also applied for a large quantity of high-quality copper wire and special steel plates from above."

Deputy Factory Director Li's eyes gradually turned sinister.

"What does a little kid know about experiments? This is a complete waste of national resources!"

"Old Liu, I am now appointing you as the temporary leader of the logistics supplies inspection team."

"Your mission is to cut off his supply lines!"

Liu Haizhong was stunned and hesitated.

"Director Li, is this...is this going to work? That kid has the military region protecting him, and even Director Yang treats him like a god."

"What are you afraid of!"

Deputy Factory Director Li slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily.

"We're safeguarding the country's interests! How can we give those sophisticated materials to a five-year-old as toys?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of things from behind."

Deputy Factory Director Li softened his tone, enticingly suggesting.

"As long as you block him, he won't be able to produce anything, and Yang Lixin will lose all face."

"When that time comes, once his prodigy label is removed, won't he be begging us for help?"

"Once this is done, the position of deputy workshop director is yours!"

Deputy workshop director!

These five words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly dispelling all the worries and fears hidden in Liu Hai's hair.

That slight fear of the military region and privileges was utterly shattered in the face of power.

"Don't worry, Director Li!"

His eyes shone brightly in his bangs, and his fat trembled violently with excitement.

"No matter how strange Zhang Huaimin is, he's still just a five-year-old kid."

"If I cut off his resources, even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice. Let's see what he'll use to invent something!"

"He'll be begging us for mercy sooner or later!"

Deputy Factory Director Li was overjoyed upon hearing this and immediately picked up his pen.

On the supplies application form brought by Liu Haizhong, Zhang Huaimin's laboratory name was crossed out.

With a wave of his hand, he signed a new order for the allocation of supplies.

The high-quality copper wire, high-strength bearings, and special steel plates originally allocated to Zhang Huaimin's laboratory were replaced.

All of them were withheld and distributed to Liu Haizhong's department under the guise of "supporting the front-line workshops".

"Go ahead and do it, Lao Liu. Don't let me down."

Deputy Factory Director Li slapped the allocation order into Liu Haizhong's pocket, a glint of triumphant venom in his eyes.

Liu Haizhong held the document as if it were a priceless treasure.

It was as if he were holding the official seal that was about to be in his hands.

He bowed and scraped as he left the office, and the moment he closed the door, the humility on his fat face vanished.

Instead, there was an extremely arrogant and overbearing arrogance.

"You little bastard, serves you right for playing me for a fool before!"

"This time, let's see what you have to brag about!"

Liu Haizhong swaggered towards the workshop, carrying the precious materials that had been confiscated.

at this time.

Deep inside the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, in a separate, confidential laboratory converted from an abandoned warehouse.

Guard Chen Bing was standing in front of a large worktable.

Looking at the pile of scrap iron pots and broken copper and scrap iron discarded from the canteen kitchen on the table.

He was so anxious that he kept grabbing his hair.

"Huaimin, this guy with the bangs is absolutely awful!"

Chen Bing slammed his fist on the table in a huff.

"He took the note from Deputy Factory Director Li and hijacked all the high-level application materials we submitted!"

"I'll go to the factory manager's office right now and report this to higher authorities!"

"Brother Chen, don't be in such a hurry."

On the high stool next to the worktable.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing a clean blue cotton-padded jacket, his little feet swinging comfortably in mid-air.

He had a piece of fruit candy in his mouth, and his clear, large eyes showed not a trace of panic.

"Giving them all those good materials is just to make a few screws; it's a waste."

Zhang Huaimin jumped off the stool and walked to the pile of broken copper and scrap iron.

He reached out and tapped the bottom of a slightly deformed aluminum pot, which made a crisp "clang" sound.

"These are fine, we'll use them."

Chen Bing was dumbfounded.

"Huaimin, are you kidding me? What kind of junk is this?!"

"How could you possibly build the generator you drew on your blueprints using these things?"

Zhang Huaimin did not answer, but a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the system space deep within his mind.

In the dazzling array of traits on the virtual panel.

His gaze was precisely locked onto an icon flashing with deep blue electric light.

[High-explosive anti-shake generator (miniature basic version) fusion solution].

"Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice."

Zhang Huaimin sneered inwardly.

"That's because you simply don't understand what the fusion of all things means."