Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Click".

A very faint mechanical clicking sound, like the ticking of an old pocket watch, rang out in the empty playground.

There was none of the deafening, ear-tearing roar that one might expect from a traditional internal combustion engine.

There was no pungent black smoke or acrid diesel smell.

That ugly lump of iron, welded together from a broken aluminum pot, lay as still as a stubborn rock lying by the roadside.

If you don't listen carefully.

It might even be completely masked by the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

"Pfft—"

Seeing this, Deputy Factory Director Li couldn't help but cover his mouth and burst into laughter.

"I knew it! If this junk could generate electricity, I'd…"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The sound was as if it had been abruptly cut off in the throat by an invisible pair of scissors.

It wasn't just him.

Everyone present—Chief Lin Zhentian, senior experts from ministries, Factory Director Yang, and the hundreds of workers watching the spectacle from the periphery—was present.

In that instant, their pupils contracted sharply in unison!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The ten high-wattage military searchlights were connected to the generator's wiring.

Without any warning.

It burst forth with a blinding, intense white light, like the blazing midday sun in summer!

The light is so bright!

It was so bright that it even eclipsed the pale winter sun, causing the experts in the front row to instinctively raise their arms and cover their eyes tightly.

"Oh My God……"

An elderly expert peered through his fingers at the ten searchlights, which were operating at full capacity and even slightly overheating, and was so shocked that his voice trembled.

This is not over yet.

Zhang Huaimin wanted to demonstrate the terrifying performance of this miniature generator.

He turned around and nodded to Chen Bing.

Without saying a word, Chen Bing connected the plug of a heavy industrial motor used for mixing cement next to the playground directly to the output terminal.

"Buzz—!"

That heavy-duty electric motor requires three-phase industrial electricity to operate.

Powered by a miniature generator that is only half the size of a watermelon.

In less than a second, it instantly reached its maximum speed!

The belt spun wildly, emitting a deep, powerful whistling sound.

The aluminum boiler generator remained remarkably quiet.

Apart from the extremely slight, buzzing-like vibration emanating from the outer shell.

It's like a bottomless black hole of energy, constantly emitting terrifying amounts of electricity!

"Quick! Bring the instruments over here! Measure the voltage! Measure the frequency!"

The old expert with thick-rimmed glasses who was leading the group no longer showed any disdain or contempt.

He was as excited as a twenty-year-old.

He shoved aside the guard in front of him, snatched the precision multimeter and oscilloscope from his assistant, and pounced on the wooden table.

With trembling hands, he connected the probe to the output terminal.

When you can see the data displayed on the instrument screen.

The old expert's eyes were practically glued to the screen, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"This...this is impossible!"

"Damn it! The equipment must be broken!"

The old expert frantically pounded on the instrument, then switched to a spare one to retest.

The result was exactly the same.

"How's it going, Lao Zhao? What are the numbers?"

Chief Lin Zhentian also sensed something was wrong, strode forward, and asked in a deep voice.

Expert Zhao swallowed hard and turned his head away.

He looked at Chief Lin, whose weathered old face was filled with fervor, disbelief, and a kind of piety as if witnessing a miracle.

"Commander..."

Expert Zhao's voice was hoarse, even slightly cracked.

"The voltage is 220 volts, with an error of no more than 0.01 volts, as stable as a straight line drawn with a ruler!"

"50 Hz frequency, a perfect match!"

"The most terrifying thing is... its energy conversion efficiency..."

Expert Zhao took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, before shouting out that number.

"A staggering 98%!!!"

boom!

This number was released.

Not only the other experts, but even Chief Lin Zhentian, who didn't understand technology, felt a buzzing in his head.

A conversion efficiency of 98%?

What does this mean?

This means that this generator converts almost all of the fuel (even if it uses the lowest quality fuel or other energy sources) into electricity!

No heat loss! No mechanical friction loss!

In the fields of physics and mechanics in the world today, this is simply the prototype of an impossible "perpetual motion machine"!

not to mention.

It's only about half the size of a watermelon! And it makes almost no noise or vibration!

"hiss--"

Commander Lin Zhentian gasped, his eyes, weathered by war and sharp as a hawk's, gleaming.

It burst forth with an extremely terrifying burst of light.

As the commander of the military region, he knew all too well what this equipment meant on the battlefield!

Its small size means that it can be easily carried by a single soldier.

Noiseless and vibration-proof means that the target will never be exposed during reconnaissance behind enemy lines or when the radar is operating in a hidden position!

Its high-efficiency output is sufficient to support all the surgical power needs of a front-line field hospital!

This is no broken aluminum pot!

This is simply a powerful weapon of a major power, capable of changing the landscape of modern warfare!

It's a lifesaver for countless frontline soldiers!

"Bang!"

Commander Lin Zhentian was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

He slammed his large, iron-fan-like hands down onto the wooden table.

The shock made all ten searchlights shake.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Commander Lin said "good" three times in a row, his old face flushed red with extreme excitement.

He turned around, his earlier gloom and anger gone.

Zhang Huaimin stared intently at the five-year-old child who was leisurely munching on an apple.

"What capitalist black market! What unlicensed machinery!"

Commander Lin roared at the top of his lungs, like an old lion protecting its young, a roar that shook the entire drill ground.

"This is a genius! This is a once-in-a-century talent in Chinese industry!"

He turned his head sharply, his gaze sweeping coldly across the entire room.

Finally, he stared intently at the security personnel and guards.

"From now on!"

"All the blueprints, specifications, and the actual product of this generator!"

"All classified as top-level national military secrets!"

"Classification: Top Secret!"

"Anyone who dares to divulge even a single word will be charged with treason and executed on the spot!"

This was Chief Lin's extremely menacing directive.

This instantly elevated Zhang Huaimin and his "broken pot generator" to god-like status.

Factory Director Yang stood to the side, feeling his legs go weak.

But on his refined face, an unprecedentedly joyful smile bloomed.

You won the bet!

This time they've really latched onto a powerful patron!

At this time.

Just moments ago, Deputy Factory Director Li was clamoring to "eat the pot lid on the spot."

He was like a boneless rotten mud.

With a "thump," he collapsed onto the cold snow.

His greasy face was now as pale as a newly pasted window paper.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead like beads from a broken string.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He never expected this.

He went to great lengths, even using his connections to write a letter of denunciation, thinking he could bring down Yang Lixin and that brat in one fell swoop.

The results of it?

What they produce is not illegal.

Instead, it was stamped and certified as "Top Secret Military Industry" by the military region leaders on the spot!

This is like kicking the hardest iron plate and smashing all your toes!

"Commander... this... this is all a misunderstanding..."

Deputy Factory Director Li's teeth were chattering as he made a final attempt to fight back.

Commander Lin Zhentian slowly turned around.

He looked down at Deputy Factory Director Li, who was sprawled on the ground.

There was no anger in his eyes, only a coldness and disgust as if he were looking at a dead person.

He slowly pulled the crumpled, yellowed letter of denunciation from his pocket.

"Snapped!"

Without any mercy.

It landed directly on Deputy Factory Director Li's pale face.