76: How about we give it a try?

"What?!"

Cui Guangsheng was stunned, somewhat disbelieving his own ears.

"10.235, not a single bit off!"

Before Li Mubai could say the number again, Ruan Xiu exclaimed.

The sound entered his ears.

This time.

Cui Guangsheng could almost confirm that he hadn't misheard; what Li Mubai had just said was indeed the number 10.235.

"One part in three minutes, and done with absolute precision. This… it's truly unbelievable!"

Cui Guangsheng's eyes were vacant as he murmured to himself.

His expression was calm, but his heart was already in turmoil, unable to find peace.

10.235 millimeters.

No one understood the significance of this data better than him.

The Rabbit Country's top-tier fitters.

Even those who prided themselves on being first-class fitters couldn't achieve this level of precision.

The requirement was 10.235.

If those top fitters could get within two 'si' ( Silk, a unit of measurement), they would already be considered remarkable individuals.

These people.

Each of them was revered as a national treasure, like a giant panda.

As long as they lived.

The country would ensure these individuals were taken care of in their old age.

And now.

The machine in front of him could achieve perfect accuracy, producing exactly the specified measurement.

If this news were to get out.

The Steel Factory would probably have its doors trampled by the afternoon.

There would certainly be a continuous stream of people coming to the Steel Factory, wanting to purchase such a Numerical Control Machine Tool.

Thinking of this.

Cui Guangsheng suddenly burst out laughing:

"I never thought that before completely retiring from fitting, I would be able to participate in and witness the birth of such a magnificent machine! Hahahaha… It's worth it, so worth it!"

His face was flushed with excitement, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"You actually succeeded!

0.001 millimeter precision, this is an unreachable figure for our country right now…

No, not just our country.

Even the Small German Federation and the Eagle Country don't have this technology yet.

Others have spent decades on research, step by step, yet their achievements are not as great as ours in just one month.

Boss, you are truly a genius!"

Ruan Xiu's beautiful eyes sparkled, filled with admiration and shock.

Looking at the data on the measuring instrument's dial.

Li Mubai's face broke into a knowing smile.

He wasn't smiling because of their shock or praise, but because of the birth of the Numerical Control Machine Tool.

For this era.

The birth of the Numerical Control Machine Tool held absolutely epoch-making significance.

Perhaps.

In the future.

He would even have a place in history books, his name revered for all eternity.

A machine with 0.001 millimeter precision.

For the current Rabbit Country, it was too important.

With it.

Many industries in the Rabbit Country could take another big step forward.

If the Rabbit Country's speed of advancement was like a running rabbit.

Then with this Numerical Control Machine Tool.

The Rabbit Country's speed of advancement would be like a running rabbit with a thruster installed, directly allowing the Rabbit Country to cut at least 15 years off its development path!

For a country.

What does twenty years mean?

The Japan Chicken, after the Second World War, used twenty years to restore its economy from widespread devastation and approach the world's second-largest economy.

20 years.

For a country, that is a very significant span!

"Boss."

At this moment.

Cui Guangsheng suddenly called out to Li Mubai.

"What's wrong?"

Li Mubai turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"I want to resign."

Hearing this, Li Mubai froze in place:

"Out of nowhere, why do you want to resign?"

Cui Guangsheng gave a bitter smile, then raised his hands to show Li Mubai.

"This…"

Looking at Cui Guangsheng's constantly trembling hands, Li Mubai raised an eyebrow.

"Boss, they say a fitter's hands are his life. Look at my hands… I can no longer be a fitter."

Cui Guangsheng's expression was dim.

After saying this, he was like an empty shell drained of spirit, his eyes numb and pupils unfocused.

"Master Cui…"

Li Mubai wanted to offer comfort but was interrupted by Cui Guangsheng:

"Boss, today is my last day as a fitter.

To be able to personally witness the birth of such a Numerical Control Machine Tool is already my honor.

I'm leaving immediately, and I hope you won't stop me.

As for my wages, I won't take them.

Money is of no use to me; consider it my last small contribution to the company."

Li Mubai wanted to persuade him to take the wages.

Or to ask him to stay, learn programming, and then operate the Numerical Control Machine Tool.

But in the end.

Cui Guangsheng still stubbornly refused.

In the afternoon.

Zhao Zhenghua arrived at the factory gate with a convoy of trucks.

"Mu Bai, are the steel materials all ready? This time, I need to pick up steel for several Research Institutes."

Zhao Zhenghua stood at the main gate, a hint of unresolved worry in his brows as he spoke.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao, the steel materials have been ready for a long time."

Li Mubai replied with a smile.

He then began to instruct people to use the crane to hoist the steel plates one by one onto the trucks parked at the factory gate.

Before long.

One truck was already more than half-filled with steel plates.

This truck then drove away, replaced by an empty one.

Due to the heavy weight of the steel plates, each truck was not fully loaded.

Once fully loaded, it would be overloaded.

Outside the factory, the sun was blazing.

Just standing outside for a moment, Li Mubai and Zhao Zhenghua were already sweating profusely.

"Alas…"

Zhao Zhenghua shook his head and sighed softly.

"Uncle Zhao, what's making you so worried?"

Li Mubai asked casually.

From the moment Zhao Zhenghua got out of the car, he had noticed the hidden worry in his brows.

He was also a little curious.

What exactly could make the director of a Research Institute so melancholic?

Zhao Zhenghua pondered for a moment, then said helplessly:

"Alas… Mu Bai, you don't know. Aren't we making outer armor for tanks?"

Li Mubai nodded, indicating he knew, and said nothing.

Zhao Zhenghua continued:

"The tanks we made with your steel materials received recognition from the higher-ups. Soon, they will be taken to participate in an international tank competition."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Li Mubai asked, puzzled.

"Yes, that is naturally a good thing. But the higher-ups require us to improve several areas inside the tank within three months."

"But the internal structure of the tank isn't something I can just change as I please!"

"To change the internal structure, High-Precision CNC Machine Tool are needed. Mu Bai, you also know the level of our country's machine tools."

"The Research Institute simply has no way to modify and optimize the tank's internal structure. But the leaders insist that I make the changes, and if I can't, I'll be disciplined."

"Do you think I can not be worried about this?"

Zhao Zhenghua sighed, his tone full of helplessness.

Improving the internal structure of the tank.

For him, it was an unsolvable problem.

"Haven't you considered purchasing High-Precision CNC Machine Tool from abroad?"

Li Mubai asked again.

Upon hearing this.

Zhao Zhenghua immediately looked indignant.

"I actually went and tried to communicate with people. But people from foreign countries simply wouldn't sell them."

"Moreover. If they did sell, we would have to tell them what we were going to produce, and they would write the program. If we used the machine tool to make anything else, the machine tool would be locked by their program."

"Then the machine tool would become a pile of scrap metal."

"What's even more infuriating is."

"Those people even put time limits on the use of the machine tool. Once the time limit was exceeded, the machine tool would also be locked and scrapped."

"When technology is backward, you just have to endure being looked down upon. If only our country could also have High-Precision CNC Machine Tool!"

"But that's just wishful thinking…"

Zhao Zhenghua shook his head and sighed deeply.

Just as he was feeling utterly helpless.

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Uncle Zhao, why don't you let our factory try this?"