Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Buzz..."

The generator's internal rumble was steady and powerful, without a single extraneous sound.

Chen Bing stared intently at the wire connected to the output terminal, his breathing becoming shallow.

"Snapped!"

The high-wattage test bulb connected to the other end of the wire suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling white light!

The light made Chen Bing instinctively close his eyes.

There was no violent shaking, no deafening roar.

This ugly lump of iron, pieced together from a broken aluminum pot and scrap wire, actually produced a stable and powerful electric current!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Chen Bing rubbed his eyes, which were sore from the bright light, and looked at the quietly running miniature generator, feeling that his worldview had been completely overturned.

Just then.

A loud "bang!"

The already somewhat dilapidated door to the classified laboratory was violently kicked open from the outside.

A cold wind, carrying a few snowflakes, swept into the room, causing the glaring light bulb to sway slightly.

"Who's causing trouble in there!"

A sharp, hoarse shout shattered the silence in the laboratory.

With his large, round belly protruding, Liu Haizhong strutted across the threshold, holding a red-headed document in his hand.

Behind him followed three riot police officers with red armbands and menacing faces.

Liu Haizhong is full of confidence today.

Holding in his hand the "safety inspection order" personally signed by Deputy Factory Director Li, and having just confiscated all of Zhang Huaimin's high-quality materials.

He now felt that he was the most popular person in the steel rolling mill besides Deputy Director Li.

"Oh, Consultant Zhang, busy?"

Liu Haizhong spoke in a forced, official tone, his gaze sweeping across the laboratory.

When he saw the pile of scrap metal on the workbench and a broken aluminum pot with a light bulb still burning, his mouth immediately stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"I thought they were conducting some kind of high-tech, top-secret experiment!"

Liu Haizhong pointed at the miniature generator, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm and disdain in his tone.

"Isn't this a broken pot thrown away from the cafeteria? Consultant Zhang, are you playing house in the factory?"

Chen Bing's face darkened, and he suddenly stepped forward, blocking Zhang Huaimin's path.

"Liu Haizhong, how dare you!"

Chen Bing shouted sharply, his right hand already on the sidearm at his waist, his fingers applying slight pressure, the holster making a soft rubbing sound.

"This is a specially approved classified laboratory by the military region. Who gave you permission to bring people in without authorization? Get out of here immediately!"

When Liu Haizhong saw Chen Bing reach for his gun, he shrank back in fright, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

These soldiers are truly fearless killers who dare to fire their guns.

But when he touched the official document in his pocket and remembered that he had Deputy Factory Director Li backing him up, he mustered his courage again.

"Comrade Chen, don't scare people!"

Liu Haizhong forced himself to remain calm and held the document stamped with the factory committee's official seal high.

"I'm here to inspect fire safety on orders from Deputy Factory Director Li!"

"The factory received a report from the public that someone was illegally connecting electrical wires and starting a fire in an abandoned warehouse!"

"If this causes a fire and destroys state property, who can afford the consequences?"

Liu Haizhong got more and more excited as he spoke, pointing to the generator that was running on the workbench.

"I think this piece of junk is extremely dangerous! It doesn't even have an insulating shell. What if it leaks electricity and electrocutes someone?"

"Guards! To ensure the safety of the factory area, confiscate this dangerous item!"

The three disciplinary officers behind him received their orders, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to charge forward.

This isn't a security check.

This is clearly a pretense of security, an attempt to take the opportunity to smash the things Zhang Huaimin has put together!

This is a ruthless and malicious act, aimed at undermining the very foundation of the enterprise.

"Let's see who dares!"

Chen Bing's eyes widened in anger, and with a "click," he pulled out half of his pistol.

The cold, menacing gun barrels gleamed eerily under the lights.

The three patrol members froze in fright, stopping abruptly in their tracks, none daring to take another step forward.

Liu Haizhong swallowed hard, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Comrade Chen, you...you're resisting...resisting law enforcement! I'm going to report you to the security department!"

Just when tensions were running high and a conflict was about to erupt.

"Brother Chen, don't get angry."

A tender and clear voice slowly rang out behind Chen Bing.

Zhang Huaimin jumped down from the high stool and dusted off his hands.

He wasn't angry at all; instead, he wore an extremely innocent and carefree smile.

He bypassed Chen Bing and went straight to the miniature generator.

Reaching into the pile of scrap, he pulled out a broken nail, about two inches long, covered in rust, with one end flattened.

He had picked this up as a spare to secure the generator base, but he hadn't used it afterward.

Zhang Huaimin took the broken iron nail and walked up to Liu Haizhong.

"Second Uncle, you're right, safety comes first."

Zhang Huaimin looked up with his small face, his eyes revealing a sense of "sincerity".

"We're testing a new material right now."

"Look, these aren't ordinary iron nails. They're our newly developed 'high-tech anti-leakage special insulating nails'."

As Zhang Huaimin spoke, he handed the rusty iron nail to Liu Haizhong.

Liu Haizhong was stunned, staring at the nail that looked like a broken piece of junk, his face full of suspicion.

"High-tech? Insulating nails?"

Liu Haizhong sneered, inwardly cursing that this five-year-old brat thought he was stupid.

"Don't try to fool me with this junk! You call this high-tech?"

"Second Uncle, you really shouldn't disbelieve me."

Zhang Huaimin blinked his big eyes, his tone extremely firm.

"These nails have special materials added inside; they're not only insulating, but they also help improve your health!"

"This is a top-secret formula. If you can bend it, I'll admit it's substandard, and you can confiscate the machine as you please."

Upon hearing this, Liu Haizhong immediately burst into laughter.

Even a broken iron nail, he was still a level seven blacksmith, and with years of experience forging iron, bending it was a piece of cake.

If he could bend it, he would have a reason to smash that broken generator and go back to Deputy Factory Director Li to claim credit and a reward!

"You said it! Everyone heard it!"

Fearing that Zhang Huaimin might change his mind, Liu Haizhong eagerly snatched the rusty nail from Zhang Huaimin's hand.

Just as the rough, large hand in the bangs gripped the nail tightly.

A chilling smirk appeared on Zhang Huaimin's lips.

"System, target locked: Liu Haizhong!"

"Combined with 'powerful bad luck' traits! Maximum dosage!"

[Ding! Target locked!]

[Powerful unlucky trait fusing... Fusion complete!]

A black, ominous aura, imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly traveled along the iron nail and entered Liu Hai's palm.

And it spread to his limbs and bones at an extremely fast speed, eventually settling on his forehead.

Liu Haizhong was completely unaware of this.

He took a deep breath, his fat cheeks turning red, and suddenly exerted force with his right hand!

"Bend over!"

Liu Haizhong shouted loudly, trying to demonstrate his powerful grip as a level seven blacksmith.

However, ten seconds passed.

The rusty iron nail remained perfectly still in his hand, showing no sign of bending whatsoever.

"Why...why is it so hard?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Liu Haizhong's forehead. He felt as if he were holding a solid diamond, not an iron nail.

Little did he know that the iron nail had accidentally gotten some residue of the "level nine hardness corundum" that Zhang Huaimin had exchanged on the workbench.

With its current hardness, even a hydraulic press would break it, let alone him.

"Second Uncle, your strength isn't up to par."

Zhang Huaimin covered his mouth and chuckled to himself.

"It seems that our high-tech nails are of good quality."

Liu Haizhong's face turned bright red, feeling utterly humiliated in front of his subordinates.

He stuffed the nails into his pocket and pointed at Zhang Huaimin through gritted teeth.

"Don't get too cocky! This isn't over! I'll be back to investigate!"

He knew that with Chen Bing protecting him today, the machine couldn't be smashed.

But as long as he cuts off the supply of materials, this kid will be finished sooner or later.

"Let's go! We're retreating!"

Liu Haizhong glared fiercely at Zhang Huaimin, waved his hand, and turned to leave with three disciplinary team members.

He held his head high, his belly protruding, and he carried that "high-tech nail" in his pocket.

He was already planning how to complain to Deputy Factory Director Li when he got back.

"Bang."

He slammed the laboratory door shut.

Liu Haizhong swaggered out of the dark corridor where the laboratory was located, looking smug.

I just stepped out of the threshold.

Before he could even take a breath of the fresh air outside...

Liu Haizhong's right foot, clad in heavy suede shoes, landed with extreme precision and without any doubt.

I stepped on a banana peel that had been left at the door by someone, and it was frozen black and incredibly slippery.