The Mysterious Night of Beijing

He took out a raffle box.

"Each person, male and female, will draw a number. Those who draw the same number will be tonight's lucky dance partner!"

A cheer erupted from the audience, but Chen Ziming's heart skipped a beat; he had a bad feeling.

A few minutes later, when the host loudly announced the winning numbers.

"Number three! Congratulations to our Engineer Chen and Engineer Cheng!"

All eyes in the room immediately focused on the two of them.

Chen Ziming: "..."

He knew it.

Cheng Yao was also stunned. She looked at Zhou Qin on the stage, who was smiling like an old fox. Her cheeks were a little hot. Amid the cheers of the crowd, the two reluctantly walked to the center of the dance floor.

As the music started, Chen Ziming's expression immediately turned serious, and his brows furrowed. Dancing?

Does the system store sell tutorials for this?

He stiffly reached out and placed his hand on Cheng Yao's waist, then took her hand with his other hand, his movements extremely awkward.

"You...can't dance?"

Cheng Yao asked in a low voice.

Do I look like I can jump?

Chen Ziming countered with a question.

As the music started, he steeled himself, took his first step, and landed squarely on Cheng Yao's foot.

"hiss……"

Cheng Yao gasped in pain.

"Feel sorry."

He stepped on her foot twice, and on her foot three times. After a three-minute song, Cheng Yao felt like her instep was about to swell up from his foot.

A burst of barely suppressed laughter came from the surrounding crowd, and Chen Ziming's face also became somewhat embarrassed.

He had never been so humiliated in his life. He quickly calculated in his mind how many points it would take to exchange for a dance proficiency skill, and whether it was worth it.

Just as he was about to give up treatment, Cheng Yao suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"Listen to my commands. I'll count to one, you step out with your left foot; I'll count to two, you step out with your right foot."

Her voice was soft, carrying a warm breath that tickled Chen Ziming's ear.

"one."

Chen Ziming subconsciously followed her instructions and stepped out with his left foot.

"two……"

He stepped out with his right foot.

Although he was still a bit stiff, at least he didn't step on her again. The two of them finished the dance in a strange and awkward way.

The moment the dance music ended, Chen Ziming felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and Cheng Yao looked at his relieved expression.

I couldn't help but laugh.

She found that the man's clumsy manner was actually quite cute.

The dance continued, and when it came to the talent show segment, Cheng Yao was pushed onto the stage by the crowd.

She didn't refuse and sat down at the piano without hesitation.

She played a very difficult Chopin etude. The music flowed smoothly, and everyone was stunned. When she finished, thunderous applause erupted.

After the performance, Cheng Yao returned to her seat, and several engineers immediately surrounded her.

"Engineer Cheng, you are truly multi-talented!"

"Yes, she's beautiful, incredibly skilled, and can play the piano—she's practically a perfect goddess!"

Just then, someone shouted something.

"Chen, you should have one too!"

"Yes! Engineer Chen, you should have one too!"

All eyes were once again focused on Chen Ming. Just as Chen Ziming was about to slip away, Zhou Qin grabbed him and held him down.

"Xiao Chen, everyone's so enthusiastic, just show us what you've got."

Show me your skills?

Chen Ziming looked around. There wasn't even a wrench in this place. What skills could he possibly use?

He was a little annoyed and just wanted to end this boring party as soon as possible.

He glanced around the dance floor. To create a lively atmosphere, the organizers had brought in a lot of stage equipment: laser lights, projectors, dry ice machines…

"I've got it!" Chen Ziming had an idea.

He stepped to the front of the stage and addressed the crowd:

"I'm willing to perform, but I need some materials."

"Mr. Chen, just tell us what you need, and we'll get it for you!"

"Bring over those broken projectors and those old metal racks over there."

Chen Ziming pointed to a corner, and everyone was confused, but they did as he said, and a pile of scrap metal was moved to the center of the stage.

Everyone looked at him curiously, wondering what he was going to do. Was he going to perform a live disassembly?

Or waste recycling?

Looking at Chen Ziming on the stage, Qin Feng, who was mixed in with the crowd, sneered. "Trying to attract attention? Wasn't the lesson last time enough?"

Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of so many people?

He was waiting to see how Chen Ziming would handle the situation.

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, Chen Ziming took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside.

Then, he started rummaging through the pile of junk and picked up a burnt projector lens.

He picked up another broken metal bracket and quickly used two high-voltage capacitors to short-circuit and generate high temperatures.

Since he didn't have a welding torch, he used a piece of high-hardness alloy to slice the metal open. Because he didn't have a cutting machine, his movements were so fast that no one could keep up.

At first, everyone was just there to watch the show, but as they watched, everyone's expressions changed.

Those originally unrelated scraps were quickly assembled into a strange machine in his hands, the process was incredibly smooth, and the structure of the machine became more and more complex and precise.

The people present were all engineers, and they gradually figured out what was going on.

"My God... he's building an incredibly precise focusing system!"

"That's... a polycrystalline silicon purification device? He made it using a dry ice machine and resistance wire?"

"This structure...this optical path design...he...he's not building a lithography machine, is he?"

When this idea came out, everyone thought it was crazy—a lithography machine?

unarmed?

Using a bunch of junk?

At the ball?

What a joke!

That's top-of-the-line equipment in modern industrial technology!

Only a handful of countries in the world can manufacture it. Did he think it was like building blocks?

Qin Feng's sneer froze. He stared intently at the man's hands on the stage, feeling utterly bewildered. Impossible! This must be some kind of illusion!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chen Ziming installed the last lens onto the strangely shaped machine. He clapped his hands, grinned at the stunned crowd below.

"alright."

After saying that, he pressed the start button on the machine.

A slight hum of electricity rang out, and a fine blue beam of light shot out from the machine's lens, projecting precisely onto the white curtain behind the stage.

The beam of light slowly etched a line of words onto the screen.

Everything can be repaired.

The edges of the writing were incredibly sharp and clear, and its precision far exceeded the comprehension of anyone present.

The entire ballroom was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the words.

Looking at the man standing next to the machine, with a look of satisfaction on his face that said he had finished his work.