Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The news that he could lift a 200-pound tank bearing with one hand swept through the entire Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill like a hurricane.

This was witnessed by hundreds of eyes, including military leaders and ministerial experts!

There is no room for any deception!

Factory Director Yang was so excited he felt like he could fly to the sky.

This is not only a source of pride for Hongxing Factory, it's practically an auspicious sign bestowed upon their factory by God!

"Publicity Department! Get to the Publicity Department right now!"

Director Yang practically roared as he gave the order, then sprinted back to the office building.

The third floor of the office building houses the factory's publicity department.

Section Chief Xu was reading the newspaper while holding a teacup when the door was kicked open with a bang.

"Old Xu! Stop looking! Big job's here!"

Factory Director Yang rushed in, sweating profusely, and slammed his hands on the desk, causing the water in his teacup to splash out.

"Immediately gather all the writers in the department and get this manuscript done tonight!"

"The content is about our factory's special consultant, the five-and-a-half-year-old prodigy Zhang Huaimin!"

"How can you fix an imported machine tool in three minutes? How can you handcraft a miniature generator? How can you lift a 200-pound heavy bearing with one hand?!"

"Write down every single detail clearly and plainly!"

Old Xu was stunned, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground.

"Factory manager... are you alright?"

Old Xu swallowed hard, looking cautiously at Factory Director Yang. "This...this is too outrageous! Five and a half years old? Hand-building a generator? And lifting a 200-pound bearing with one hand?"

"If this gets published, won't the people accuse us of bragging?"

"You don't know anything!"

Factory Director Yang glared angrily, pulled out a red-headed document stamped with the seal of the Military Region's Bureau of Secrecy from his pocket, and slammed it down in front of Old Xu with a "smack."

"This was personally approved by Chief Lin Zhentian!"

"Apart from the core parameters of that generator, which cannot be disclosed, the commander said that the other achievements should be publicized extensively!"

"We must let the whole nation know that our China has produced a once-in-a-century prodigy!"

Upon seeing the bright red stamp, Old Xu gasped and instantly stood up straight as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

"Yes, Factory Manager! I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

That night, the lights in the propaganda department stayed on until dawn.

Old Xu, with several pen holders in hand, stayed up late, his eyes bloodshot, carefully choosing each word.

Finally, before dawn, I finished a magnificent and awe-inspiring 3,000-word article.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight had not yet pierced the winter fog.

Director Yang personally took the manuscript, got into a jeep, and headed straight for the headquarters of the largest Workers' Daily in Beijing.

The editor-in-chief's office of the newspaper.

Editor-in-Chief Hu rubbed his sore eyes as he looked at the manuscript handed to him by Factory Director Yang, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Old Yang, even though we've known each other for a long time, you can't joke around with my big newspaper."

Editor-in-Chief Hu pushed the manuscript onto the table and shook his head repeatedly.

"A five-and-a-half-year-old child repairing core Soviet machine tools? That's utterly a fantasy!"

"And this guy lifting a 200-pound tank bearing with one hand? Are you writing a martial arts novel?"

"If this manuscript gets published, I'll be losing my editor-in-chief position today!"

Editor-in-Chief Hu spoke firmly, refusing to believe a single word in the manuscript.

Factory Director Yang wasn't annoyed. He gave a cold laugh and slowly took out another document from his briefcase.

"Old Hu, take a look at this first, then decide whether or not to take off your hat."

Editor-in-Chief Hu took the document with suspicion, glancing at it only once before looking up at the document.

His face, which had previously held a hint of disdain, turned deathly pale in an instant!

"This...this is a 'top-secret clearance' personally signed by Chief Lin?!"

Editor-in-Chief Hu's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the document on the ground.

He looked at Director Yang in disbelief, his voice trembling.

"Old Yang, you...you're saying everything in this manuscript...is true?!"

"The military region commander personally stamped it, how could it be fake?" Director Yang straightened his back, full of confidence.

"Old Hu, this is a shot in the arm for China's industrial sector! Are you going to publish it or not? If not, I'm going to get the internal report!"

"Send it! It absolutely has to be sent! I'll fight anyone who tries to stop me!"

Editor-in-Chief Hu jumped to his feet in excitement, his earlier fatigue vanished, and his eyes gleamed with fervent light.

This is an exclusive news story that will go down in history!

"Typesetting department! Notify the printing plant immediately! Stop all printing! Publish the entire front page headline!"

Editor-in-Chief Hu shouted at the door, and the entire newspaper office instantly sprang into action, like a high-speed machine, working frantically.

The next morning.

As thousands of newspapers were rapidly ejected from the printing press.

The entire capital city was in an uproar!

The Workers' Daily, on its front page, published a headline in extremely prominent, even bold, black font that shocked the world:

[A five-and-a-half-year-old technological backbone: The extraordinary journey of a specially appointed consultant at Hongxing Factory!]

The article lacks ornate language, offering only the most authentic and impactful details.

It details how Zhang Huaimin impressed Soviet experts in three minutes and how he impressed the military region leaders by hand-making a miniature generator.

And that astonishing, superhuman strength to lift a 200-pound heavy bearing with one hand!

The accompanying picture is a somewhat blurry side profile photo.

That was taken secretly by the propaganda officer.

The photo shows a five-year-old boy wearing a blue padded jacket, with delicate features.

He had half a candied hawthorn in his mouth.

That delicate, white hand was casually patting on a huge steel machine tool.

This creates an extremely strong, even somewhat absurd, contrast and visual impact!

"My goodness! Five and a half years old? Is this even human? This must be a god descended to earth!"

"Soviet experts knelt down and became their disciples on the spot? That's so satisfying! We Chinese have stood up too!"

"A hand-made generator...this kid must have the entire library in his head!"

"Two hundred pounds with one hand? That's like Li Yuanba reincarnated!"

Streets and alleys, teahouses and factories.

Wherever he went, everyone was talking about this name—Zhang Huaimin!

This five-and-a-half-year-old orphan became the most dazzling star in Beijing and even in all of China overnight!

His deeds, as if they had grown wings, flew into every household.

The technical backbones of various factories held newspapers, their eyes brimming with emotion.

The young soldiers in the military region were filled with patriotic fervor when they saw the photo of him carrying a bearing with one hand.

At this moment, Zhang Huaimin's reputation experienced an unprecedented surge!

Its prestige has skyrocketed, reaching a level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve!

At this time.

Nanluoguxiang, Hongxing Courtyard.

The winter sun lazily shone on the snow in the front yard.

Uncle Yan Bugui had just bought a newspaper for two cents from the post office at the entrance of the alley.

He originally wanted to see if any schools were hiring substitute teachers so he could earn some extra money.

but.

When he opened the newspaper to the front page and saw the huge headline and that all-too-familiar profile picture...

Yan Bugui seemed to be frozen in place.

He stared intently at the newspaper, frozen in place under the eaves of his house.

His gold-rimmed glasses slipped off his nose and fell to the ground with a "thud," but he didn't even notice.

Those usually sharp, calculating green bean eyes.

At this moment, however, I was filled with extreme horror and disbelief.