Chapter 106 The Explosive C616-M1 and the Approaching Storm

With Luigi providing a "flying start,"

Lin Xi also activated his "connections."

For example, Harrison, and the 32 manufacturers who signed licensing agreements last year.

Well, except for three.

He asked them to help introduce business.

These were all people who had made money following Red Star.

Hearing Lin Xi ask for help with business introductions, wouldn't they rush to bring people over?

Over the next two days, the booth of Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant completely exploded with activity.

People, nothing but people.

The booth, originally only five or six square meters, was squeezed by merchants from various countries like a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush.

Solid products and accurate pain points—that was the kingly way.

Weak industrial foundation? No problem, it's idiot-proof operation.

Lack of skilled workers? It doesn't matter; what we want is for disobedient workers to get lost.

A large number of factory owners from Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Latin America, and Africa were waving cash.

Although many were just tentatively ordering one or two units.

But you couldn't ignore the sheer volume of the base!

By the sixth day of the Canton Fair,

The intent orders signed by Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant had directly reached over a hundred units, involving an amount of—

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Over two million US dollars!

What kind of concept was this?

Last year, Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant worked itself to death for a whole year, and its foreign exchange earnings from exports weren't even two hundred thousand US dollars.

In four days, it had increased tenfold!

Cui Yushan looked at that number, feeling like he was walking on air.

...

However, human joys and sorrows are not shared.

Right next door to the Red Star Technology booth, separated by only a wall,

The exhibition area of Fengtian No. 1 Machine Tool Plant was deserted.

A few polished C620s stood there, ignored by everyone.

Deputy Factory Director Ma stood by the booth with his hands behind his back, his face ashen.

He had sold a few units over the past few days.

But more often than not, those foreigners would only glance at their products.

Then they would be drawn away by the C616-M1 next door.

"Ma-san, you don't look very well."

A stiff voice in Mandarin came from the side.

Deputy Factory Director Ma turned his head and forced a smile:

"Mr. Yamamoto."

Yamamoto Ichiro, the representative of Japan's Yamazaki Iron Works in China.

He was also the Japanese person in charge of introducing CNC technology to Fengtian No. 1 Machine Tool Plant.

He had just arrived at the Canton Fair today.

"It's all because of the commotion next door."

Deputy Factory Director Ma pointed to the Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant booth nearby and said sourly:

"They've come up with some kind of modified lathe."

"All my customers have been lured away, and my products aren't selling."

Yamamoto Ichiro was a bit puzzled.

They knew the strength of Fengtian No. 1 Machine Tool Plant; it was considered the industry leader in China.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to cooperate with them.

What kind of product was so powerful that it could make Director Ma so depressed?

Yamamoto Ichiro slowly strolled over to the adjacent booth.

At first sight of that strangely shaped C616-M1, Yamamoto Ichiro almost laughed out loud.

"An external motor? This is too crude!"

"Does anyone actually buy something that looks like it was hammered out in a rural blacksmith shop?"

Just then, a prototype finished its demonstration and was performing an idle return.

Yamamoto Ichiro didn't just watch the excitement like an ordinary layman.

He bent down directly, ignoring the wrinkles in his suit, and pressed his ear close to the bed base.

Auscultation.

This was a unique skill of veteran mechanics.

Whether a machine was good or not, the sound wouldn't lie.

At first, a contemptuous smile still hung on Yamamoto Ichiro's face.

But after only three seconds,

His smile froze.

Five seconds later,

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

No abnormal noise.

No sound of tiny gaps in gear meshing.

No low-frequency noise from spindle vibration.

There was only one sound.

An extremely high-frequency, extremely delicate whining sound.

"Zzz—zzz—"

That was the servo motor making high-frequency adjustments!

How is that possible?!

Yamamoto Ichiro straightened up abruptly.

Without even considering politeness, he reached out and pressed his hand firmly onto the machine tool base.

The sensation from his fingertips was as steady as Mount Tai, completely motionless!

"Nani..."

Yamamoto Ichiro muttered to himself, his face turning pale,

"With a light bed like the C616 and this kind of feed rate, the vibration should be very large."

"Why is it so steady?"

"Unless..."

As an expert who had been immersed in this industry for thirty years,

A terrifying thought exploded in his mind.

This is Soft control!

This is using algorithms to predict mechanical errors and perform reverse compensation within milliseconds!

This is the core technology that their company had only successfully tested on high-end machine tools last year—

Feed-forward control algorithm!

How could these Chinese people possibly master this technology?

This kind of top-tier algorithm, classified as a trade secret,

How could it appear on a piece of junk machine tool used for repairing tractors?

"Mr. Yamamoto? What's wrong?"

Deputy Factory Director Ma followed him over and was a bit confused seeing Yamamoto Ichiro's expression.

Yamamoto Ichiro ignored him.

He stared fixedly at the black control box mounted behind the machine tool, his eyes filled with horror.

This wasn't selling machine tools.

This was dumping technology!

The Chinese had "downscaled" high-end algorithms to the civilian level and were then dumping them at rock-bottom prices!

If this thing were allowed to spread,

Japan's market share in the low-to-mid-range CNC machine tool market would suffer a massive blow!

"Baka..."

Yamamoto Ichiro gritted his teeth and squeezed out a Japanese curse.

He turned abruptly, not even apologizing when he bumped into Officer Liu who was passing by.

He stumbled toward the international telephone booth outside the exhibition hall.

He had to contact headquarters immediately.

Sound the alarm!

This was no longer just business; this was war!

...

In a corner of the booth,

Lin Xi, who had been covering his face with a newspaper, had taken it off at some point.

He watched Yamamoto Ichiro's panic-stricken back as he left and sneered.

"Manager Lin, what happened to that Japanese man?" Officer Liu came over, looking puzzled,

"I wanted to greet him, but why did he run off in such a hurry?"

"Because he understood."

Lin Xi picked up his tea mug and took a sip of the somewhat cold tea.

"Understood what?"

"He heard the sound of the death knell," Lin Xi said indifferently.

In the livestream room, the audience's perspective saw everything clearly.

[Hahaha! An expert! He knew the value of our m1 kit just by listening!]

[Alert! The other side might take action; these people are the best at playing dirty.]

[Alert! High energy ahead! The extinction plan is coming!]

Lin Xi's eyes turned cold.

The sudden emergence of the m1 kit had touched too many people's interests.

The other side would definitely take action.

But it was just as well.

...

Half an hour later, in a cafe outside the exhibition hall.

The environment was elegant, with piano music flowing.

Deputy Factory Director Ma sat by the window.

He hadn't touched the black coffee in front of him, looking restless.

Opposite him, Yamamoto Ichiro had just returned from hanging up the transoceanic call, his face grim.

"Mr. Yamamoto, what did headquarters say?" Deputy Factory Director Ma asked tentatively.

Yamamoto Ichiro took a deep breath.

He regained his arrogant elite posture.

Only deep in his eyes was a trace of ruthlessness hidden.

"Ma-san, regarding our cooperation to introduce Full-function CNC machine tool technology..."

Yamamoto Ichiro paused to observe Deputy Factory Director Ma's expression.

"Headquarters has agreed in principle."

Deputy Factory Director Ma's eyes lit up, and his breathing quickened:

"Re... Really?"

"Then the previous technology transfer fee..."

"The fee can be discussed, and even reduced."

Yamamoto Ichiro body leaned forward and lowered his voice,

"We will fully assist you in establishing a world-class machine tool production line."

"We will provide unprecedented low prices, and a comprehensive product line."

At this point, Yamamoto Ichiro showed his true colors and said word by word:

"We have only one small additional condition."

"Please say it! As long as we can introduce the technology, any condition is fine!"

Deputy Factory Director Ma's hands were shaking with excitement.

After working so hard for so long, he was finally about to succeed!

Seeing Deputy Factory Director Ma's impatient look, a trace of contempt flashed in Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes.

"The condition is very simple."

"To ensure product standardization and uniform quality."

"Your country must abandon the current crude and immature self-developed CNC systems."

"From now on, all CNC machine tools produced by your country..."

"Must all adopt our CNC systems and standards!"