Chapter 205: A Violent Test That Terrified Everyone

"As long as he knows Arabic numerals..."

Lin Xi pointed at the machine tool's control panel.

"The Red Star m1 system has built-in process parameters for three thousand common parts."

"What we want to do is not turn workers into engineers, but make the machine adapt to the workers."

Yamamoto Ichiro's expression turned a bit ugly.

His conversational programming, which he took pride in, was indeed advanced.

But it also required a basic understanding of mechanical processing.

Whereas Lin Xi's...

This had simply turned the machine tool into a point-and-shoot camera!

"But this proves nothing!"

"This kind of low-end processing proves nothing!"

In the crowd, an engineer finally couldn't help but lash out.

"With such crude usage, the equipment's lifespan definitely won't last half a year!"

"Lifespan?"

Lin Xi smiled.

There was a hint of madness in his smile that made the Industrialists feel a sense of dread.

He pulled a red bucket from under the display stand.

"Engineer Zhou, show everyone what this is."

Zhou Jianjun took the bucket.

He poured the contents into a transparent glass.

It was a cup of pitch-black engine oil.

But what made people's skin crawl was that the oil was mixed with a large amount of visible yellow grit!

That was quartz sand, the most common thing in a casting workshop.

It was also the absolute nemesis of precision machinery.

"My God..."

That engineer's face instantly turned pale.

"What is he trying to do?!"

"Could it be..."

"It must be hard for all you bosses to maintain constant temperature, humidity, and a dust-free environment in your workshops, right?"

Lin Xi's voice rose above the roar of the diesel engine.

"Wind, sand, dust, and iron filings—that is the norm."

Then, under the terrified gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes.

Lin Xi directly opened the lubrication oil tank cover of the "Tianshu" machine tool.

Then, without hesitation, he poured in that cup of oil mixed with grit!

"Stop!"

In the distance, Director Zhu almost cried out.

This was an exhibit!

Doing this would ruin the machine!

Yamamoto Ichiro was also stunned.

He subconsciously took half a step back, as if looking at a madman.

"You are murdering the machine!"

Grit entering the lubrication system would instantly wear down the guide rails, jam the lead screws, and damage the bearings.

This was common mechanical knowledge!

However, the expected ear-piercing metal screech did not occur.

That "Tianshu" was still cutting.

Although the sound became a bit muffled, as if there were phlegm stuck in its throat.

But the spindle speed remained stable, and the tool still followed its path precisely.

In the livestream, the bullet chat exploded.

["Holy crap! He actually poured it? Streamer, you're too ruthless!"]

["Mechanical Nerd: Let me explain, this machine tool doesn't use traditional rolling guide rails, but full hydraulic static pressure guide rails! Those were the blueprints provided by the user 'Great Country Craftsman'!"]

["Great Country Craftsman: Hehe, just a humble contribution. The design principle is to use a high-pressure oil film to float the moving parts—that's positive pressure flushing! Sand can't get into the friction surfaces at all; it's flushed out directly by the oil pressure. Plus that double-layer labyrinth seal, this is called the 'Oil Bath Golden Body'!"]

["Bystander: Although I don't understand, it sounds amazing. The Japanese must be dumbfounded, right?"]

"This is the technology of Red Star Technology."

Lin Xi patted the vibrating machine tool casing and shouted loudly.

"As long as it's not a chunk of rock, it can push through the damage to turn out the parts you urgently need!"

There was dead silence on the scene.

There was only the tireless cutting sound of the machine and the chug-chug-chug roar of the diesel engine.

For those major European and American manufacturers with constant-temperature workshops.

This was an act of barbarism.

But for those Third World buyers in deserts, jungles, and old factories.

This wasn't just a machine; it was a savior.

The gaze of that Nigerian businessman changed.

It was no longer just watching the show, but showed a kind of fanatical greed.

He knew all too well.

In his hometown.

Those delicate German machine tools would become a pile of scrap metal once they broke.

Just waiting for spare parts would take three months.

But this machine...

This was simply a beast born for that kind of harsh environment!

In the final few seconds before the part was finished.

Lin Xi suddenly made an even more shocking move.

Without any warning.

He suddenly bent over and yanked out the power cord connecting the diesel engine!

"Hum—"

All indicator lights went out, and power was cut.

The audience's hearts stopped!

What was he doing? A suicide demonstration?

Normally, the moment power is lost.

Under the effect of cutting resistance, the spindle would decelerate sharply.

The tool would snap, and it might even damage the workpiece surface.

But—

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

That huge three-jaw chuck didn't stop immediately.

It seemed to possess some massive inertia, carrying a brute force that forced it to finish the final cut!

It cut off the last layer of iron shavings.

It completed the final chamfering process.

Only then did it slowly and unwillingly come to a halt.

The entire venue was silent.

Everyone stared at that bearing seat, which wasn't very smooth but was definitely qualified and usable.

The livestream bullet chat began to flood the screen:

["Physics God: Awesome! This is the legendary 'heavy flywheel energy storage'!"]

["Mod Freak: Haha, this was my suggestion! Add a weighted cast-iron flywheel behind the spindle. Although it starts slower and uses more power, this inertia is simply invincible! Power-off protection? This is a physical cheat!"]

["Bystander: The Japanese are still working on electronic brakes, while the Streamer just uses a physical flywheel. Hilarious."]

"This is the product design of Red Star Technology."

Lin Xi patted the now-stationary machine, his tone flat:

"Even if the power is suddenly cut during processing."

"Its inertia is enough to finish this cut."

Lin Xi looked up, his gaze sweeping over those simply dressed small and medium factory owners:

"Not only does it protect the tools, but more importantly—"

"It saves this business deal for you."

After a brief silence.

"Clap."

The Nigerian businessman was the first to clap.

Then, "Clap, clap, clap..."

The applause spread like a tide.

It wasn't the polite, elegant kind of applause.

It was a fanatical wave mixed with whistles, cheers, and stomping.

It was resonance from the grassroots Industrialists.

It was a crude but effective rebellion of pragmatism against elitism.

Director Zhu's heart finally returned to its place.

He let out a long breath, feeling his back drenched in cold sweat.

He looked at Lin Xi with a complex gaze:

"This kid is really a damn talent, he's just too hard on the heart."

The diesel generator was still chugging.

That pungent smell of black smoke felt out of place in Hanover's precision engineering exhibition hall.

The Nigerian businessman's hands were still trembling.

He stared fixedly at that "Tianshu" that had just finished turning the bearing seat and hadn't even had its oil stains wiped clean.

In his hometown.

This wasn't just a machine tool; this was clearly a money-printing machine!