Chapter 204 Are you crazy! Using a diesel engine as a power source?

At this moment, a commotion broke out on the periphery of the crowd.

Several organizing committee officials in dark suits,

accompanied by a large group of businessmen wearing VIP badges, squeezed their way in.

Director Zhu walked at the very front, fine beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He had heard the commotion over here from a distance earlier.

The demonstration of that Mazak QT-10 had been too perfect.

As the team leader, he was all too aware of the cruelty of such occasions.

Once publicly executed by the opponent in terms of technology,

it wasn't just Red Star Technology's face that would be lost, but the very backbone that China's machinery industry had worked so hard to straighten.

Director Zhu's gaze crossed the crowd and fell anxiously on Lin Xi.

An inquiring look was squeezed between his brows:

“Can you do it? If not, then withdraw; don't force it.”

Lin Xi keenly captured this gaze.

He didn't panic; across the bobbing heads, he gave Director Zhu a slight nod.

It was an extremely certain look.

“Don't worry, watch me.”

Receiving the signal, Director Zhu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He stepped aside to make room for the businessmen behind him.

“Everyone, this is our China machine tool exhibition area.”

Director Zhu asked Xiao Wu to translate.

Although he tried to keep his tone steady, his hand inside his sleeve was clenched into a fist.

Lin Xi turned around, not in a hurry to refute Yamamoto Ichiro's grand narrative about 'precision' and 'efficiency.'

He walked straight to the corner of the booth and yanked off an inconspicuous piece of canvas.

“Whoosh!”

A black, greasy diesel generator was revealed.

This kind of rustic-looking thing,

appearing in a high-tech hall like Hanover, created an overwhelming sense of discord.

“Everyone,”

Lin Xi patted the fuel tank of the generator, which made a dull thud,

“Mr. Yamamoto just showed us the crown of industry.”

“Now, I would like to invite everyone to see the soil of industry.”

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet:

“The electricity here is Hanover's electricity.”

“220 volts, 50 hertz, as stable as a Germanic person's watch.”

“But in the factories of you bosses sitting here, is the electricity like this too?”

In the crowd, several businessmen from Latin America and Africa looked at each other and gave bitter smiles.

This was practically a soul-searching question.

In their factories, power outages were the norm, and unstable voltage was a way of life.

“Engineer Tu, pull the plug!”

Tu Zhi didn't say a word and directly pulled the plug connecting the 'Tianshu' machine tool to the exhibition hall's power grid.

The display screen went dark instantly.

Immediately after, Lin Xi pointed to the diesel engine: “Connect it to this.”

The whole place went into an uproar.

Are you crazy?

Using this kind of old-fashioned diesel engine to directly power a CNC machine tool?

That kind of violent voltage fluctuation and noise would be enough to burn out any precision servo circuit!

Yamamoto Ichiro frowned and gave a cold snort:

“Grandstanding.”

“With such crude current, you won't even be able to start the driver.”

“Chug-chug-chug—!”

Tu Zhi suddenly pulled the starter rope.

The diesel engine gave a series of violent coughs, followed by a deafening roar.

Black smoke rose, and a pungent smell of diesel instantly permeated the exhibition area.

Although the smell was acrid, it felt incredibly familiar to many small and medium-sized factory owners present—

this was the true smell of their workshops.

Accompanying the generator's vibration,

the needle on the voltmeter swung wildly from side to side like it had gone mad.

It danced a frantic disco between 190 and 240 volts.

This kind of voltage quality was practically poison for precision electronic equipment.

However, Lin Xi remained calm.

Because on his retinas,

the bullet comments in the live stream were scrolling frantically,

providing him with confidence from the future.

【High-Voltage Expert: Go for it, Streamer! These 'Wide-Voltage Adaptive Power Module' blueprints were drawn by me staying up all night. The front stage has supercapacitor filtering, and the back stage is high-frequency switching regulation. Never mind a diesel engine, it could stay stable even if you connected it to a hand-cranked generator!】

【Mech-Fixer: This is a sure win. Back then, CNC systems feared this most; one fluctuation and they'd lose steps or crash. But this m1 system has power-off protection logic written into the base layer, and the hardware has redundant designs. It's simply a dimensional strike.】

【Spectator: I don't understand the tech, but this vibe is so strong. You really get Wasteland Punk!】

“Power on!” Lin Xi shouted loudly.

Tu Zhi pressed the green start button.

The machine tool named 'Tianshu' only vibrated slightly.

Then, the screen lit up again.

The spindle motor emitted a low hum and began to rotate steadily,

completely ignoring the violent current at the input end.

“This... how is this possible?”

A small factory owner from Southeast Asia widened his eyes,

“No voltage regulator needed?”

Yamamoto Ichiro stood on high ground, his brow furrowed tightly.

As an expert, he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to maintain the stability of a CNC system under such voltage.

When Japanese people made equipment, they emphasized a constant environment.

Who would research how to adapt to such a crappy power grid?

This was simply the way of a barbarian!

Lin Xi ignored everyone's shock and looked at the front row of the crowd.

A dark-skinned African merchant wearing a white robe was there.

“My friend,”

Lin Xi asked loudly in English, “Where are you from?”

The man was stunned for a moment: “Nigeria, Lagos.”

“Have you ever worked as a machine tool operator?”

“No, I run an auto repair shop. I only handle the money.”

The man shrugged, drawing a round of good-natured laughter.

“Great, what I want is a boss who doesn't understand technology.”

Lin Xi smiled and handed him a thick manual.

He then handed him a rough part marked with a serial number,

“Please, turn to page 20 and find the serial number for this part.”

“Then enter it into the machine tool.”

“Leave the rest of the operation to yourself.”

The Nigerian businessman stepped onto the stage half-doubtingly.

He opened the manual.

There were no complex G-code explanations inside, only pictures.

On the left was a diagram of the part, and on the right was a string of numeric code: 8001.

He clumsily entered it on the panel: 8-0-0-1.

A line of English text immediately popped up on the screen:

【Standard bearing housing / Carbon Steel / Medium Speed Cutting / Confirm?】

The merchant pressed the green 【Confirm】 button.

Then he pressed 【Start】.

“Sizzle—”

The tool post moved rapidly, cutting fluid gushed out, and iron filings flew.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

No programming, no tool setting, no complex parameter settings.

Amidst the 'chug-chug-chug' vibrations of the diesel engine, a brand new bearing housing gradually took shape.

“That... did it?”

The Nigerian fellow looked at the warm part, his eyes nearly popping out of his head,

“Can the apprentices in my factory use this if they are illiterate?”