Chapter 127 Chinese Speed ​​and the "Kitchen Helper" Master

"The equipment is good, and the technology is also good."

Klaus forced himself to calm down.

Pointing at the surrounding environment, he tried to salvage his last shred of dignity:

"However, precision machining requires an extremely rigorous environment."

"Although it is clean here, the constant temperature and humidity standards simply cannot be met."

"With such a large temperature difference between day and night, micron-level precision is just a pipe dream."

"We have an underground constant temperature room."

He Zhenhua, who had been standing on the side without speaking, suddenly spoke up. He pointed outside:

"It was converted from the original civil air defense project, with a constant temperature of 20 degrees and a temperature fluctuation of no more than plus or minus 0.5 degrees."

"The main structure is already complete, and the equipment can be moved in next month."

Klaus was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously:

"How long did it take you to build an underground constant temperature project of this scale? Five years?"

In Zurich, just digging a basement takes half a year for approval, and a project like this would take at least five years.

He Zhenhua held up three fingers.

"Three years?" Klaus nodded, "That is also very fast."

"Three months." He Zhenhua said indifferently.

After the translator, Little Liu, translated faithfully, the air suddenly went quiet for three seconds.

"What?!"

Klaus turned his head sharply, his neck making a crisp "crack" sound.

He looked at He Zhenhua as if he were looking at a madman:

"My God, are you using magic to build this?"

"Three months? That's not even enough time for the concrete to dry completely!"

"People rest, but the machines don't; we work in three shifts."

He Zhenhua's tone carried a hint of ruthlessness, the true grit of an old military industrial worker:

"To rush the progress, we used quick-setting cement and steam curing."

"Mr. Klaus, this isn't called magic; this is called China Speed."

Klaus stood with his mouth open, unable to close it for a long time.

He suddenly felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Everything here was refreshing his worldview.

To relieve the awkwardness, he turned around and walked toward the nearby M1 modification area.

There, a worker was sitting in front of the console, holding his breath and concentrating on assembling a precision lead screw.

That was a job that extremely tested one's feel.

The worker's hands were as steady as a rock, with his wrists gently twitching.

The angle of the screwdriver's rotation seemed to have been precisely calculated, and every turn carried a unique sense of rhythm.

Silky smooth, precise, without any stagnation.

Klaus was mesmerized.

An expert shows his mettle the moment he makes a move.

This kind of feel could absolutely not be practiced without twenty years of immersion!

"Good! Good craftsmanship!"

Klaus exclaimed sincerely.

He even adjusted his lapels, preparing to pay tribute to this "hidden master":

"This must be your chief technician, right?"

"This level of assembly is master-class, even in Germany."

He Zhenhua glanced at the worker, his expression suddenly becoming a bit strange.

Zhao Qiang also turned his head, desperately holding back laughter, his shoulders shaking.

"Uh..." He Zhenhua coughed,

"His name is Song Changyin."

"Hello, Master Song."

Klaus was very polite,

"May I ask which precision factory Master Song worked at previously?"

The translator, Little Liu, glanced at Lin Xi.

Seeing Lin Xi nod, he braced himself and honestly translated He Zhenhua's answer:

"He was previously... a kitchen helper in the cafeteria."

Klaus's smile froze on his face:

"Sorry? A... what kind of helper?"

"He shredded potatoes."

He Zhenhua explained solemnly:

"Because the potato shreds he cuts are all maintained at 2 millimeters, uniform in thickness, and his hand is extremely steady."

"Manager Lin thought he was a promising talent, so he was specially recruited."

"This is his... sixtieth day in the factory."

A deathly silence.

Klaus stood in the wind, completely disheveled.

Shredding potatoes?

Precision assembly?

These two terms collided crazily in his brain, shattering his logical defenses.

Livestream room barrage:

【Hahahaha! Everyone is a hidden master!】

【Klaus: Who am I? Where am I? Why can someone who cuts potatoes build machine tools?】

【On the hidden skill tree of Chinese chefs: Cooking with the left hand, building aircraft carriers with the right!】

【Song Changyin: Actually, I think assembling a lead screw is easier than cutting potatoes; after all, a lead screw doesn't roll away.】

"Klaus, here, nothing is impossible."

Lin Xi stepped forward, patted Klaus on the shoulder, and broke the awkwardness.

He walked to the console, his slender fingers tapping rapidly, inputting a string of commands.

"Watch closely, this is the 'Watermen' you have been looking for."

The Enter key was pressed.

"Zzz—"

The modified C620 machine tool suddenly moved.

The tool post moved at high speed, and cutting fluid splashed.

But what shocked Klaus the most was the sound.

It was the unique sound of cutting metal, but mixed in was an extremely subtle, high-frequency vibration sound.

That was the piezoelectric ceramics performing microsecond-level real-time compensation!

That was the formula he saw on that napkin, turned into reality!

That was a miracle of using mathematics to forcibly eliminate physical errors!

Klaus closed his eyes and listened carefully to this industrial symphony.

All doubts, all arrogance, all confusion, at this moment, all vanished into thin air.

He let out a long breath.

His whole body seemed to have shed a heavy burden, and his shoulders relaxed.

He opened his eyes and looked at Lin Xi.

In his eyes, there was no longer the previous scrutiny.

Replacing it was a kind of near-fanatical reverence.

He knew he had come to the right place.

This dilapidated base, this group of magical "masters," this cobbled-together monster...

Here, hidden, was a soul capable of overturning the world.

Klaus took a deep breath.

He didn't speak again, walking silently to the temporary fitter's table.

He placed the old leather suitcase that never left his side flat on the table.

"Click."

The sound of the copper buckle popping open seemed exceptionally crisp in the quiet workshop.

There were no US dollars or passports in the suitcase.

Only two oddly shaped scrapers.

And a roll of drawings tightly wrapped in kraft paper.

The handles of the two scrapers had long been soaked into a dark brown by hand sweat.

The blade heads, however, were polished to a shine, refracting a cold, piercing light under the incandescent lamp.

Klaus took off his ill-fitting military overcoat.

He rummaged from the bottom of the suitcase a blue vest full of oil stains and put it on.

At this moment, that down-and-out old foreign man was gone.

Standing in front of everyone, it was as if a grandmaster about to draw his sword had appeared.

He carried the scraper and walked to the "Stone King," which weighed eight tons.

At this time, the granite base had already undergone preliminary grinding, and the surface looked as smooth as a mirror.

Several Eighth-Grade Fitters responsible for the previous work stood on the side, their eyes filled with a bit of anticipation, and also a bit of unconvinced defiance.

This was the work they had spent a week doing.

The flatness had already been controlled to within 2 silk (0.02 millimeters).

In China, this was the top-tier standard.

Klaus extended his index finger, his fingertip gently grazing the guide rail surface, feeling the subtle undulations.

Then, he frowned and shook his head.

"No."

His tone was blunt and merciless:

"This is not a guide rail; this is a washboard."