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"Rubbish?!"

These two words were like two awls, piercing deeply into Yi Zhonghai's ears.

His sallow old face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

"I don't believe it! I've been a fitter for forty years, how could my welds be garbage!"

Yi Zhonghai, like an enraged blind old wolf, shoved aside several senior workers blocking his way.

He roughly snatched the high-powered industrial magnifying glass from the old expert's hand.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I want to see it for myself!"

With trembling hands, Yi Zhonghai lunged at the worktable in a near-mad manner.

He pressed his oil-stained face tightly against the special steel valve.

The lens of the magnifying glass was less than two centimeters away from the "silver line" that Zhang Huaimin had casually drawn.

He stared wide-eyed at his bloodshot old eyes, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

He doesn't believe in superstitions!

He absolutely refused to believe that a five-and-a-half-year-old child could weld a gap more perfect than his forty years of experience in just three seconds!

This is definitely a smokescreen! They used some special paint to cover up the flaws!

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and roared in despair in his heart.

however.

When he looked through that lens that magnified a hundred times, he could truly see the microstructure of the weld.

Yi Zhonghai's breath froze completely at that moment.

No.

There was nothing there.

There were no tiny pores as he had expected.

There were no pinholes, not even at the nanometer level, caused by uneven melting at high temperatures.

There is no internal stress fault that inevitably occurs when metal cools down.

Under a magnified view of 100 times.

The junction of these two special steel plates made of different materials.

The arrangement of the metal molecules presents a breathtakingly perfect symmetrical geometric structure!

They were not forcibly "stuck" together by high temperatures.

Instead, they are like naturally grown crystals, perfectly fused and recombined together!

This level of fusion at the molecular level.

Let alone China in the 1960s, even the most advanced top-secret laboratories in the world today, such as those in the United States or the Soviet Union.

It is absolutely impossible to make it by hand welding!

This has completely exceeded the limits of modern industrial physics!

It's the "ultimate craft" that only exists in theory and myth!

"This...this...how is this possible..."

Yi Zhonghai's hands, which were holding the magnifying glass, began to tremble uncontrollably.

That frequency was like having a severe case of Parkinson's disease.

The magnifying glass swayed incessantly in his hand, constantly bumping against the valve, making a crisp "clanging" sound.

He felt as if ten thousand bells were striking his brain at the same time, making him dizzy.

My vision blurred in waves.

How is that possible?

He is Yi Zhonghai, a former senior figure at the prestigious Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill!

Once revered by thousands, an eighth-level fitter who made a living with his exceptional skills!

He practiced diligently for a full forty years!

Countless days and nights, he was burned by welding sparks and his eyes were hurt by arc light, before he finally mastered the "fish scale welding" technique he was so proud of.

That was his ultimate trump card, allowing him to establish himself and lord it over others in this factory!

It was also the spiritual pillar that sustained him after his demotion, making him believe that he would one day make a comeback.

But now.

This trump card, this pillar.

It was a five-and-a-half-year-old child who couldn't even hold a welding torch properly.

In just three seconds.

In a casual and merciless manner.

It was smashed to pieces!

It was ground into powder that was even worse than scrap metal!

"Tick-tock".

A single, murky tear, mixed with cold sweat from his forehead, fell onto that perfect silver line.

Yi Zhonghai's old face lost all color in that instant, becoming even paler than a dead man.

His spine, which had stood straight for decades, seemed to have been silently removed.

He looked like a rotten piece of flesh that had been punctured.

He slumped helplessly at the edge of the worktable.

The surrounding workers looked at Yi Zhonghai's dejected and miserable appearance.

No one stepped forward to comfort them.

Even his disciples, who had previously received favors from him, silently turned their heads away, their eyes filled with complex emotions and estrangement.

In this large state-owned factory where technology speaks for itself.

The food itself is the original sin.

Moreover, Yi Zhonghai's character has long been notorious.

He's like a drowned dog with its spine broken; he's nothing but disgusting and can't make a ripple anymore.

Factory Director Yang looked coldly at Yi Zhonghai, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Yi Zhonghai, what else do you have to say?"

Director Yang's voice was stern, like a judge announcing a death sentence.

"Your technology is not only outdated, but also fraught with deadly security risks!"

"From today onwards, stop embarrassing yourself in the precision workshop!"

"Pack your things right now and go to the foundry to carry sandbags! We'll talk about it when you realize your mistake!"

Go to the foundry workshop and carry sandbags!

That was the hardest, most tiring, and lowest-ranking job in the entire factory!

For an old man who is almost sixty years old and has lived a life of luxury for half his life.

This is a hundred times worse than killing him!

Yi Zhonghai's body convulsed suddenly.

His cloudy, swollen eyes were fixed on the ground, their sockets bloodshot and as red as a rabbit's.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that his lips bled, refusing to make a sound.

resentment.

Extreme resentment and unwillingness gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

Why?

Why is God so biased towards this little bastard!

Why did everything he had painstakingly built up over his entire life get ruined by this five-year-old child?

Just as Yi Zhonghai was on the verge of a complete breakdown and madness.

A chubby little hand, slightly warm.

Suddenly, he gently patted his shoulder, which was trembling violently with anger.

Yi Zhonghai suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Huaimin standing beside him as if he had seen a ghost.

On Zhang Huaimin's face, there was no arrogance of a victor, nor any mockery or contempt.

His deep, star-like eyes calmly gazed at Yi Zhonghai.

It's like looking at a piece of insignificant trash.

"Master Yi, don't just focus on being sad."

Zhang Huaimin's voice was clear and crisp, yet it possessed an irresistible magic.

He reached out his other small hand and picked up the welding construction drawing, which Yi Zhonghai treasured, from the workbench. The drawing was covered with dense symbols.