Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The cold wind was like a knife, stinging my face.

The black Hongqi sedan's door slammed open.

An elderly general, dressed in a military overcoat, with gray hair and an imposing presence, stepped out of the car.

It was none other than the military region commander, Lin Zhentian!

Behind him followed four or five senior experts from various ministries, each wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a briefcase.

And two teams of heavily armed and vigilant special guards.

This display instantly brought the atmosphere in front of the steel rolling mill gate to a freezing point.

The security officers were so frightened they didn't dare breathe and quickly ran to inform Director Yang.

Not far away.

Deputy Factory Director Li and Xu Damao were hiding at the corner of the factory office building.

Seeing Lin Zhentian's ashen face.

Deputy Factory Director Li slapped his thigh excitedly, "Da Mao! It's done! Yang Lixin is doomed this time!"

Xu Damao was also beaming, rubbing his hands together with delight.

"Director Li, I told you! These old leaders hate capitalist practices the most!"

The two followed furtively behind the group, ready to witness the tragic end of Director Yang and Zhang Huaimin.

A few minutes later.

Director Yang ran out of the building, drenched in sweat, without even having time to put on his overcoat.

"Commander Lin! You...you came in person without giving me any advance notice?"

Factory Director Yang's voice trembled slightly.

This sudden arrival, especially with so many experts and guards, is definitely not a good thing.

Lin Zhentian ignored Director Yang's polite remarks.

He snorted and pulled a crumpled yellow envelope directly from his military overcoat pocket.

"Snap!"

It slammed hard onto Director Yang's chest.

"Yang Lixin! Take a look for yourself!"

"This is the mess your Red Star Factory has made!"

Lin Zhentian's eyes widened in anger, and his voice echoed throughout the factory area like a booming bell.

"Tolerating a little kid engaging in capitalist illicit activities in a secret workshop! Manufacturing unlicensed machinery!"

"How can you be a factory manager? Don't you know that every piece of good steel should be used where it's most needed?!"

Factory Director Yang hurriedly caught the envelope.

Take out the letter inside.

He glanced at it, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The three-thousand-word letter of accusation was venomous in every word.

Zhang Huaimin's act of hand-building a generator was completely distorted into a reactionary crime of sabotaging the country's industrial development!

"Sir! This is a false accusation! It's absolutely a false accusation!"

Factory Director Yang was so anxious that he stamped his feet and tried desperately to explain.

"Consultant Zhang, what is that...?"

"What?! Are you playing house with government supplies?!"

Lin Zhentian wouldn't listen to a word. He had a fiery temper and couldn't stand such deception.

"I brought the department's top electrical engineering expert with me today!"

"Come on! Take me to the scene! If it's really as the letter says, I'll fire you today!"

Deputy Factory Director Li and Xu Damao heard everything clearly from behind. They exchanged a smile, their tails practically wagging in the air.

The group marched in a grand procession toward the secret laboratory.

I had just arrived at the laboratory door.

The door creaked open.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing a blue padded jacket and holding a big, bright red apple in his hand.

He took a bite with a "crunch" and slowly walked out.

Chen Bing followed closely behind like a gatekeeper.

"Grandpa Lin, you've arrived."

Zhang Huaimin showed no fear in the face of this menacing scene.

He gave Lin Zhentian a sweet smile, and his clear eyes revealed a composure and calmness that was far beyond his years.

"Hmph! You're that Zhang Huaimin?"

Lin Zhentian frowned even more as he looked at the five-and-a-half-year-old toddler in front of him.

"The letter said you built a generator using a bunch of broken aluminum pots and scrap copper wire?"

Zhang Huaimin nodded and swallowed the apple in his mouth.

"Yes."

"That thing can generate electricity?" An elderly expert wearing thick-rimmed glasses couldn't help but chuckle.

"Young comrade, science is very rigorous; you can't just imagine things out of thin air."

"Whether it can generate electricity or not, we'll find out by trying."

Zhang Huaimin didn't mind the experts' disdain at all; he pointed to the laboratory.

"However, there's not enough room to work here, so I'll have to trouble you uncles to carry my machine to the large playground outside the blast furnace workshop."

Lin Zhentian, with a cold face, waved his hand.

Several guards immediately entered the laboratory.

When they carried out the "generator," which was only half the size of a watermelon, with an outer shell made by hammering and welding broken aluminum pots and a pitted and uneven surface.

The experts present all gasped in shock.

Then, they all revealed their undisguised contempt and disappointment.

"This is utter nonsense!"

The old expert shook his head in anger.

"You can't even see the most basic stator and rotor structure; the coils are all tangled up like a mess!"

"If this could generate electricity, I'd throw up everything I've eaten these past few years!"

Seeing this, Deputy Factory Director Li knew his chance to shine had come.

He pushed his way out from behind the crowd, pointed at the ugly lump of iron, and laughed loudly.

"Commander! Experts! You've all seen it, haven't you!"

"This is the 'child prodigy' that Yang Lixin was talking about!"

"Using those broken pots and scraps of wire thrown away from the cafeteria, trying to pull some kind of trick here!"

"If this junk could generate electricity, I'd eat this pot lid right here and now!"

Xu Damao chimed in, "Exactly! They wasted so much good wood on the base; this is clearly vandalism!"

Factory Director Yang stood to the side, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but didn't know how to refute it.

Because this generator looks really shabby.

A cold wind howled across the large playground.

In the distance, the blast furnace was spewing out red flames.

More and more workers who were leaving get off work were attracted to the area, and they gathered around the perimeter of the playground, discussing the matter.

That ugly aluminum boiler generator was placed steadily on a wooden table in the center of the playground.

Zhang Huaimin walked to the table.

He connected a thick wire to a row of ten high-wattage military searchlights.

It was haphazardly connected to the two rusty output terminals of the generator.

"alright."

Zhang Huaimin clapped his hands.

He raised his head, and his once innocent eyes now gleamed with a chilling, eerie blue technological light.

He silently connected to the system's energy matrix in his mind.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone held their breath.

Lin Zhentian frowned.

The veteran experts looked on with disdain.

Deputy Factory Director Li and Xu Damao wore malicious smirks.

Zhang Huaimin extended his chubby index finger expressionlessly.

In complete silence.

He pressed the extremely rudimentary start switch made of scrap metal.