Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Chen Bing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in front of the large worktable.

He rubbed his buzz cut with his large hands, which could crush walnuts with his bare hands, in frustration.

Looking at the table full of black scrap metal, rusted gears, and a leaky aluminum pot that the cafeteria had thrown away.

Chen Bing felt this was nothing short of a farce.

"Huaimin, this really won't do!"

Chen Bing pointed at the pile of broken copper and scrap iron, his voice cracking.

"That old bastard Liu Haizhong took all the good steel, leaving us with this junk that even scrap collectors wouldn't take!"

"Director Yang made a solemn pledge to his superiors. If we hand over this pile of garbage, wouldn't that be pushing the director into a fire pit?"

"If all else fails, I'll go tie that bastard in the bangs up right now!"

As Chen Bing spoke, a hint of military ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his right hand was already on the holster at his waist.

"Brother Chen, don't worry."

Zhang Huaimin pulled a bright red apple out of his pocket and rubbed it on his clothes.

"Crunch!" He took a big bite, and juices spilled out.

He swung his short legs, slowly chewing on his apple, while his big eyes sharply scanned every piece of scrap metal on the table.

To the average person, this is a pile of garbage.

But in Zhang Huaimin's eyes, who had the system's support, the molecular structure and physical properties of each piece of scrap metal were as clear as transparent glass.

"They're holding back my application materials? They overestimate themselves."

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of Zhang Huaimin's mouth.

"In the face of true technology, there is no difference between gold and scrap metal."

He swallowed the apple, closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly sank into the system.

"System, extract and integrate the fundamental principles of high-explosive anti-vibration engines!"

[Ding! Extracting the basic principles of a high-explosive anti-vibration engine...]

[Fusion begins!]

hum-

A vast and sophisticated flow of mechanical knowledge, like a galaxy pouring down from above, instantly flooded into Zhang Huaimin's brain.

Countless complex gear meshing models, magnetic field cutting formulas, and energy conversion matrices.

In just a few seconds, it was deeply imprinted in his memory.

He could even clearly perceive how to construct the most incredible energy conversion system using the simplest materials.

Zhang Huaimin suddenly opened his eyes.

Deep within those clear, childlike eyes, a shimmering, deep blue light seemed to emanate from technology.

"Brother Chen, could you help me plug in that old soldering iron?"

Zhang Huaimin jumped off the high stool, rolled up the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket, revealing his small, white arms.

Chen Bing was stunned for a moment, but instinctively obeyed the order and turned on the power.

The next three hours.

Chen Bing felt as if he were watching a science fiction magic show that overturned his understanding of half his life.

Zhang Huaimin's small, tender hands, which belonged to a child of only five and a half years old, seemed to possess a magical power to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.

He picked up the broken aluminum pot with a hole in the bottom.

No ruler or compass needed.

He deftly twirled a pair of rusty iron shears, making a few sharp "snip-snip" sounds.

The originally hard aluminum sheet was cut into dozens of strangely shaped yet perfectly curved heat dissipation fins, like pieces of paper.

Next came the scrap copper wire.

With Zhang Huaimin's nimble fingers, the uneven copper wires were quickly stripped of their outer layer.

Then, in a bizarre wiring method that Chen Bing had never seen before and even defied the common sense of physics, it was densely wrapped around the old gears.

"Sizzle—"

The soldering iron produced a faint spark at the contact point.

Zhang Huaimin's eyes were focused, and each spot weld was precise to the micrometer level.

There were no blueprints, no precision machine tools.

Relying entirely on the principles of brain fusion, a hardcore and outrageous "hand-crafting machine" is being carried out on this simple workbench.

"What...what on earth is going on?"

Chen Bing watched from the side, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and he even forgot to breathe.

Although he didn't understand mechanics, he had seen many experienced car repairmen in the army.

But when those experienced mechanics repair cars, which one of them doesn't refer to thick blueprints and use various precision instruments to compare and gesture?

Who else would do something like Zhang Huaimin, just randomly piecing together a bunch of junk based on his gut feeling?

This is absolutely ridiculous!

But as time went on...

What Chen Bing saw as "nonsense" gradually changed.

Pieces of scrap iron were precisely welded together to form a tight, seamless metal shell.

Those messy copper wire coils actually formed a miniature magnetic field array between the aluminum sheet and the gears, which looked extremely complex and full of technological beauty.

Zhang Huaimin soldered the last connection point with a soldering iron.

The entire device was finally completed on the worktable.

Chen Bing's eyes widened, and he gasped.

This...this is a generator?

The thing in front of me is only half the size of a watermelon.

The outer shell was made by hammering and welding that broken aluminum pot. The surface was pitted and even had black ash from the rice that hadn't been washed clean.

It looks like an ugly lump of scrap metal, not at all like a high-tech industrial product.

But if you look closely at its internal structure...

Through the gaps in those aluminum sheets, you can see the densely packed copper coils inside, as intricate as a human neural network, and the perfectly fitted gear transmission assembly.

The stark contrast of cyberpunk industrial ruggedness is immediately striking.

"call--"

Zhang Huaimin wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and exhaled a long breath.

Even with the support of a system principle, building a generator by hand still requires a considerable amount of physical exertion.

"Is it... all done?"

Chen Bing pointed at the ugly lump of iron, his voice trembling, feeling that his worldview had been severely impacted.

"You're going to use this broken pot and scrap wire?"

"This thing can generate electricity? What if it explodes the moment it's plugged in?"

"Brother Chen, you can't judge a book by its cover."

Zhang Huaimin washed his hands, dried them with a towel, and smiled broadly.

"Although the materials used in this generator are of inferior quality, its core architecture is at least fifty years ahead of its time."

He walked to the worktable, took out a wire connected to a test light bulb, and connected it to the generator's reserved output terminal.

"Small size, anti-shake, quiet operation, high-explosive output."

Zhang Huaimin's finger hovered above the makeshift start button made of scrap metal.

"The moment to witness a miracle has arrived."

His eyes narrowed, and his finger pressed down sharply!

"Click".

A very faint mechanical clicking sound echoed in the laboratory.

Followed by.

From inside that ugly aluminum boiler generator came a deep, heavy thud, like the heartbeat of a wild beast!

"Buzz..."

The miniature gear set begins to rotate at high speed.

At the very same time that the generator was activated.

Outside the gate of the classified laboratory.

Liu Haizhong, heavily pregnant, clutched an official inspection order in his hand.

Three disciplinary officers wearing red armbands followed behind, marching menacingly toward the laboratory door.