Chapter 126 The Foreign Expert Turns Out to Be a Country Bumpkin

Inside the door, it was not as dim and cluttered as expected.

The floor was as clean and bright as new.

All tools were hung neatly on the wall according to Germany DIN standards.

The stark visual contrast made Klaus swallow the sarcastic remark in his throat.

"This..." He was somewhat stunned.

"This is the stage we have prepared for you."

Lin Xi clapped his hands.

Zhao Qiang, Jiang Jun, He Zhenhua, and others who had been waiting for a long time gathered around.

Translator Xiao Liu also hurried to catch up.

In the center of the workshop.

A huge, unclad machine tool frame stood quietly, like a dormant steel beast.

Klaus's professional instinct was instantly activated.

He didn't bother with pleasantries and walked quickly to the prototype machine.

His gaze was instantly drawn to the base.

It was not common cast iron, nor was it cheap concrete.

It was a single solid block of pitch-black stone, emitting a faint, cold light.

"This is..."

Klaus took off his gloves and gently rubbed the surface of the base with his fingertips.

It felt cold to the touch, dense as jade, and produced a dull sound when struck, indicating excellent vibration absorption.

"Granite?"

Klaus frowned, then shook his head,

"No, natural granite has high internal stress and cannot be used as a base for a micron-level machine tool."

"Unless it has undergone decades of natural aging..."

"Did you use artificial stone?"

"No, this is natural."

Zhao Qiang crossed his arms, wearing a goofy smile known as "Versailles":

"It's the 'quancheng green' gabbro from our Shandong Province."

"As for the aging..."

Zhao Qiang drew out the sound and spread his hands,

"Not much, Mother Earth handled it for us for about five hundred million years."

When translator Xiao Liu translated this, Klaus's hand trembled.

Five hundred million years?

In Europe, this level of natural stone is usually only used for royal tombstones or as museum treasures.

These Chinese people actually used it to make a machine tool base?

It is simply a waste of precious things!

It is simply... too enviable!

The live stream chat was scrolling frantically:

[Hahaha, look at the foreigner's expression! Never seen the world, have you!]

[This is what it means to have a mine at home and not panic!]

[Klaus: I want to call the police, someone is showing off their wealth here!]

However, what shocked Klaus even more was yet to come.

He circled the machine tool and suddenly squatted down.

Staring intently at the structural design of the bed, his blue eyes widened.

"Wait!"

Klaus pointed to that unique double-layer frame, his voice rising by an octave:

"This is... thermal symmetry design?"

"No! This is a 'box-in-box' structure?!"

As a top industry expert, he knew exactly what this meant.

Traditional C-type structure machine tools bend like shrimp when heated.

And this "box-in-box" structure can control thermal deformation on the central axis.

It is the most cutting-edge conceptual design currently existing internationally, only in the laboratories of ETH Zurich!

"You..."

Klaus suddenly looked up.

Looking at the circle of plain-looking Chinese people in blue work uniforms,

"How could you possibly build this?"

"Where did the blueprints come from?"

"Drawn by ourselves."

Zhao Qiang pointed to his own head, then pointed to Lin Xi beside him:

"Manager Lin provided the concept, and I was responsible for making it a reality."

"How about it, foreign expert, is this work passable?"

Passable?

Klaus looked at the mating surface, with machining precision clearly at the micron level, and felt his face burning.

This is not passable, this is simply a work of art!

He took a deep breath, trying to regain some dignity as a "Western mentor."

"The structure is good, but..."

Klaus stood up.

His sharp gaze swept to a glass scale next to the X-axis guide rail, and his expression changed suddenly.

"My God!"

He jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointing at the grating scale and roaring:

"Lin! Are you crazy? Is this the latest model from Heidenhain?"

"This is a strategic material strictly embargoed by COCOM!"

"You actually dare to smuggle this?"

"If it is discovered, China will fall into a diplomatic dispute!"

He was too familiar with that unique lithography texture.

It was a symbol of precision.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Jiang Jun, who had been silent, pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses and walked up slowly.

"Mr. Klaus, look clearly."

Jiang Jun's voice was flat, with no discernible emotion.

But every word was filled with pride:

"This is not Heidenhain."

"This is Red Star - Changguang - 001, made in China, Changguang Institute."

"Impossible!"

Klaus instinctively retorted,

"China cannot produce this level of precision..."

"Grating pitch 2 microns, resolution 0.8 microns after electronic subdivision."

Jiang Jun stated the data directly and handed over a magnifying glass,

"If you don't believe it, you can measure it on the spot."

Klaus took the magnifying glass and leaned in to look.

There were no German labels.

Only a line of tiny, vigorous Chinese characters: Red Star - Changguang - 001.

Under the lens, the extremely delicate lithography lines looked like neat wheat waves under the magnifying glass.

Klaus's hand began to tremble.

He suddenly realized that in this Eastern country, he was experiencing a collapse of his cognition.

"Is this also... Lin Xi's idea?"

Klaus asked dryly.

"Manager Lin provided a little bit of... algorithmic support."

Jiang Jun humbly added a finishing blow.

Klaus felt like he had been shot in the chest.

Before he could recover, his gaze fell on the servo motor.

It was a black box the size of a soda can, connected to a thick lead screw, appearing extremely discordant.

"This must have a problem!"

Klaus finally found a breakthrough point, he shook his head, his tone firm:

"This is a medium-sized cutting machine tool, requiring huge feed force."

"Such a small motor, its volume is not even one-third of Siemens' similar products."

"The torque is definitely not enough! Is this a toy?"

Physics does not lie.

To get high torque, the coils must be large, and the magnets must be large; this is common sense!

Zhao Qiang and Jiang Jun looked at each other.

A mischievous smile appeared on both of their lips at the same time.

"Wanna try?" Zhao Qiang raised an eyebrow.

"Try it, then!" Klaus also got temperamental.

Zhao Qiang left the prototype machine.

Walked to a test machine nearby and pressed the start button.

"Hum—"

A low and powerful buzzing sound instantly resounded through the workshop.

There was no expected overload alarm, and no powerless roar.

The little black box instantly erupted with terrifying explosive power.

The torque meter connected to the test end saw its needle instantly hit the red zone!

The entire test bench shook with it.

"What the f..." Klaus cursed, his eyes almost popping out.

This volume, this explosive power, completely violated common physical sense!

"Third-generation rare earth permanent magnet motor."

Zhao Qiang patted the hot black box:

"neodymium iron boron material, a specialty of our country."

"Volume halved, torque tripled. This is called..."

"Concentrated essence."

Klaus was completely speechless.

He looked at this monster—

A base from hundreds of millions of years ago, a world-class grating, and a motor that defied common sense.

Every single item, if taken out separately, is technology that Western engineers would fight over.

Now, it was piled up like Chinese cabbage in this dilapidated workshop in the Northwest.