Chapter 150 Call me Old Ke!

"Aiyaya!! I don't want to live anymore!!"

Just as the entire venue fell into a dead silence.

A tragic, earth-shattering wail suddenly erupted from the crowd.

It was Xiao Liu, a young technical backbone sent by Fengtian Third Machinery Plant this time.

He was slapping his thigh hard, his face filled with regret.

"What's wrong, Engineer Liu? Leg cramp?"

The person next to him was startled.

"I regret it! My heart is green with regret!"

"Half a year ago! Just half a year ago!"

"People from the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building Industry specifically went to Shenyang to find me!"

"They said there was a new project here in the Northwest, and Manager Lin personally asked for me!"

"Then why didn't you come?"

"I..."

Xiao Liu wished he could slap himself twice.

"I thought the Northwest was just the Gobi Desert, how could it be as comfortable as our Shenyang?"

"Plus, I had just started dating and couldn't bear to leave, so... so I turned it down!"

Xiao Liu looked at that spindle, which represented the pinnacle of world craftsmanship, and tears were about to fall:

"If I had known this 'new project' was about this."

"Forget a girlfriend, even if it were raining knives from the sky, I would have come!"

"This is a world-class first-tier machine tool!"

"I missed the greatest opportunity of my life!"

The entire venue instantly fell quiet.

Everyone's gaze underwent a subtle change once again.

So...

This unremarkable-looking Xiao Liu was actually someone Lin Xi had his eye on?

What did this mean?

It meant this kid definitely had some unique skills!

Since Lin Xi specifically named Xiao Liu, then Xiao Liu must have some real talent!

Swish!

The deputy factory directors of Fengtian No. 1 Machine Tool Plant and Fengtian Second Machinery Plant standing nearby instantly had sharp glints in their eyes.

Like two hungry wolves spotting prey, sparks flew from their eyes.

The two exchanged a look and instantly reached a silent understanding:

The person Lin Xi didn't manage to poach was a fish that escaped the net!

Since they were all in Shenyang, they had to poach this talent for their own plant!

"Ahem, well... Xiao Liu."

The deputy factory director of Fengtian No. 1 Machine Tool Plant instantly changed his expression, squeezing out a kind smile.

He helped Xiao Liu up and even patted the dust off his pants:

"Don't be sad. It's a good thing for young people to be attached to home; it shows you're sentimental!"

"Yes, yes!"

The Chief Engineer of Fengtian Second Machinery Plant was not to be outdone and directly shoved the former aside.

He grabbed Xiao Liu's other hand.

"Xiao Liu, since you don't want to be too far from home and can't come to the Northwest, you can come to our Fengtian Second Machinery Plant!"

"Our two factories are only three bus stops apart!"

"Go away! Old Zhang, why are you stealing my person?"

The deputy factory director of Fengtian No. 1 Machine Tool Plant got anxious.

"Xiao Liu, come to our No. 1 Plant!"

"I'll file a report with the director as soon as I get back to raise your benefits!"

Xiao Liu was still stuck in his state of regret.

Being sandwiched between two major factory leaders, he was completely dazed:

"Huh? Leaders, I..."

"Don't say another word! It's settled!"

"We'll handle the transfer procedures as soon as we get back to Shenyang!"

...

The manual scraping classroom.

The main event had arrived.

Everyone had heard that Red Star Technology had a top expert from Switzerland.

Legend had it that this Mr. Klaus was a grandmaster-level expert in European precision manufacturing.

Arrogant and eccentric, he possessed pure Germanic noble blood.

This big shot had been specially invited to teach everyone.

To impart manual scraping techniques passed down through a century in Switzerland.

To show respect, the major factories had specifically sent elites who understood German and English.

Everyone sat upright, adjusting their collars, afraid of losing face for the Chinese workers.

Lin Xi also quietly slipped to the back door of the classroom.

He was afraid Klaus wasn't familiar with Chinese culture.

If any problems arose during the communication later, he could step in to save the situation.

"Creak—"

The door was pushed open.

All eyes hit the spot like spotlights.

Then, everyone turned to stone and cracked.

There was no suit and tie, no gold-rimmed glasses, and none of that aloof elite vibe.

Walking in was a little old man wearing a bulky, military-green padded coat.

A flask was tucked into his waist.

That cotton-padded coat looked quite old.

The cuffs were worn shiny, and there were two obvious oil stains on the collar.

He wore a Lei Feng hat on his head.

The two earflaps weren't tied, swaying back and forth with his steps.

He looked exactly like an old shepherd from the Northwest who had just come back from the sheep pen.

The only difference was that high, prominent nose and deep-set eyes.

Which proved he was indeed a foreigner.

Klaus wobbled his way to the podium.

He habitually tucked both hands into his sleeves and sniffled.

A simple and honest smile appeared on his face.

The translator, Xiao Liu, was about to open his mouth to introduce him.

Klaus waved him off and pulled his hands out of his sleeves.

He breathed a puff of hot air, pulled out the stainless steel flask Li Jianguo had given him from his waist, and took a sip.

"Ha—"

After a satisfied sigh, Klaus spoke.

"Is everyone here?"

A pure Northwest Qinqiang accent, with a hint of garlic from mutton pita bread soup, echoed in the classroom.

"Then I'll begin!"

"You can just call me Old Ke!"

The translator Xiao Liu had a face of utter despair, looking like he 'knew this would happen'.

The 'Eighteen Arhats' elites below each had eyes wide as copper bells, as if they were seeing an alien.

Swiss expert?

Noble blood?

Isn't this just Old Man Zhao from the east end of our village?!

Klaus seemed oblivious to everyone's reaction, or perhaps he was already used to it.

He patted the top-tier granite base.

"Scraping, you see, is actually the same principle as rolling out noodle dough."

Klaus continued his output in a Northwest dialect mixed with German words.

"The force must be even, the heart must be still, you can't be impatient."

"I see some of you using the scraper like a hoe; that won't do."

"The noodles made that way..."

"Oh no, the guide rails, they won't be flat!"

Lin Xi stood in the back row, covering his face tightly, his shoulders shaking violently.

In his mind's live-stream room, the comments had completely exploded.

【Hahahaha! I can't take it! Help!】

【Is this the legendary cultural output? This is too hardcore!】

【Engineer Lin: I just told you to take care of the expert, not to assimilate him into a Terracotta Warrior!】

【Li Jianguo is guilty of a heinous crime! He turned a perfectly good gentleman into a Northwest old man!】

【Strongest localization patch: Loading 100% complete!】

【What the hell, rolling out noodle dough! This metaphor is brilliant!】

Lin Xi looked at the foreign expert on stage, who looked more like a local than the locals, feeling a sense of helplessness and amusement.

Master, oh Master, just how much 'enchanted soup' did you feed him?

But...

Looking at those big shots below who had originally sat upright, prepared to receive the 'baptism' of advanced Western technology.

Now, their expressions were shattered, yet they were forced to be drawn in by Klaus's exquisite technique.

They began leaning forward to take notes.

The smile on Lin Xi's lips couldn't be suppressed.

Behind this absurd sense of local-foreign fusion was an unprecedented confidence.

No matter which country's big shot you are.

Once you come to this land and eat this bowl of pita bread soup, you're one of our own!

"Watch closely now!"

Klaus on stage suddenly shouted, the scraper in his hand turning into a blur.

"This stroke is called 'The First Emperor Sweeps the Six Realms'!"

"It's a secret skill I realized while drinking with Old Li yesterday!"

Swish swish swish!

Cold light flashed, and stone chips flew.

Though the name was chuunibyou and the style was rustic.

The perfect fish-scale pattern under the microscope plunged the entire venue into a deathly silence once more.

Immediately after, thunderous applause erupted.

Even if he was dressed like a shepherd, at this moment, he was still an indisputable industrial grandmaster.

This was Red Star Technology.

Anything is possible, and everything can be assimilated.