Chapter 56 This time, they smashed up Factory 702's place.

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"Click."

The door, which had been tightly shut for three days, finally opened.

Sun Erga, who was gnawing on a watermelon, was so startled that his hand shook, and the watermelon rind fell onto his instep.

Everyone stood up instantly, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Lin Xi walked out.

He was unshaven, his eye sockets were sunken, and the white shirt on his body was as wrinkled as dried mustard greens.

But those eyes were terrifyingly bright.

That kind of light was like a hungry wolf seeing meat, or a shark smelling blood.

"Man... Manager Lin?"

Wang Dapao cautiously approached,

"Are you... hungry? Should I go make you a bowl of noodles?"

Lin Xi didn't look at him, nor did he look at anyone else.

He raised his head and took a deep breath of the air, which carried the scent of hot dust.

Then, he slapped the blueprint in his hand, covered in strange symbols and data, onto Wang Dapao's broad chest.

"Stop eating."

Lin Xi's voice was hoarse, yet it possessed an unquestionable metallic quality.

"Go, pack your things."

Wang Dapao was stunned: "Where... where are we going?"

Lin Xi turned his head, his gaze crossing the low perimeter wall to look toward the Northwest corner of the base.

That was the direction of the Red Flag Motor Factory.

It was an old-brand military industrial giant that had once been glorious but was now struggling on the line between life and death due to a failed conversion from military to civilian production.

"Bring the tools, bring the money."

Lin Xi grinned, revealing a row of white teeth that looked particularly grim on his haggard face.

"We're going to crash a party."

"Whose?" Sun Erga asked subconsciously.

"A motor manufacturer's."

Lin Xi straightened his collar, the exhaustion in his eyes swept away and replaced by endless ambition.

"And while we're at it, let's teach them..."

"...what real China Power looks like."

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Red Flag Micro-Motor Factory, Code 702.

The two mottled large iron gates were tightly shut, and the armed sentries at the entrance stood straight as ramrods.

Wang Dapao wiped a handful of sweat from his neck.

He looked at the scorching sun overhead, then at Lin Xi standing in the shade smoking, and couldn't help but grumble:

"Manager, we've been roasting here for half an hour. This Factory Director Lao is putting on quite the airs, isn't he?"

"They make radar servo motors; they're the top dogs in the military industry."

Lin Xi gave a thumbs up, then flipped it upside down,

"And us? In their eyes, we're just self-employed upstarts who make electric fans."

"What's wrong with being upstarts? Upstarts have US dollars in their hands!"

Wang Dapao patted his bulging briefcase; that was his full source of confidence.

"In the eyes of technical geeks, money is just paper."

Lin Xi blew out a smoke ring, his gaze calm,

"We have to use a language they understand."

As they were speaking, the small window on the iron gate opened.

"Come in, only two people allowed."

The old man at the gatehouse shouted irritably,

"No photos in the workshop, and no touching things."

"If you break the equipment, you couldn't afford to pay it back even if you sold that Service Center of yours."

Wang Dapao's eyes widened and he was about to flare up, but Lin Xi held him back.

The two of them crossed the factory area and arrived at a red-brick workshop in the deepest part.

A middle-aged man wearing dark blue work overalls was hunched over a machine tool, holding a micrometer, his brow furrowed into a tight knot.

Lao Zheng, Director of Factory 702, was also the famously known 'Motor Madman' in the Northwest.

"Factory Director Lao," Lin Xi called out.

Lao Zheng didn't look up, still staring at the rotor in his hand:

"Don't come over, just stand right there."

"You have static electricity on you; don't ruin my coils."

Wang Dapao was so angry his nose was almost out of joint.

Lin Xi smiled and stood five meters away:

"Factory Director Lao, how have you considered my previous proposal?"

"Proposal?" Lao Zheng finally straightened his back, wiped his hands with a black, oily cloth, and turned around.

His gaze was cold, carrying the aloofness of a scholar and the arrogance of a craftsman.

"Are you saying you want my factory, which builds servo motors for anti-ship missiles, to make razors for you?"

Lao Zheng acted as if he had heard the world's biggest joke,

"Manager Lin, I heard you made some money at the Canton Fair."

"But having money doesn't mean you understand technology."

"Micro-motors are one of the jewels in the industrial crown."

"We are tackling high-precision compensation for radar; we don't have time to play house with you."

Lao Zheng casually grabbed a motor the size of a fingernail from the workbench and tossed it over.

Lin Xi reached out and caught it.

"This is the micro-motor you want."

Lao Zheng's tone was disdainful,

"Ferrite magnetic tiles, maximum speed 2800 RPM, torque 0.5 Nm."

"This is the current limit in China. Using this for your razors would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

Lin Xi pinched the crude little thing and turned the bearing.

It was jerky and loose.

So this was the current 'limit'.

"Factory Director Lao, what I want is the world's most advanced micro-motor."

Lin Xi casually set the ferrite motor aside,

"This thing isn't even fit to carry their shoes."

"What boastful nonsense," Lao Zheng sneered,

"The world's most advanced micro-motors use the latest rare-earth cobalt magnets—Samarium-Cobalt magnets."

"Those are strategic embargoed materials; we don't even have the formula in China!"

"How can we compete? By talking big?"

"Even if you just want something to make do with, I can only give you this ferrite type."

Lao Zheng issued an order for them to leave,

"If you're picky, turn left out the door and find some small workshop run by a neighborhood committee."

"What if we have that kind of magnet?"

Lin Xi's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a needle piercing into Lao Zheng's ear.

Lao Zheng's hand-wiping motion stopped.

"What did you say?"

Lin Xi didn't waste words and gave Wang Dapao a look.

Wang Dapao stepped forward, pulled a blueprint from his briefcase, and carefully spread it out on the workbench.

Lao Zheng glanced at it nonchalantly.

With that one look, his gaze was like it had been glued down; he couldn't pull it away.

"Stator diameter 12mm..."

"Coreless winding..."

"These parameters..." Lao Zheng's hands began to tremble slightly,

"Rated speed 12,000 RPM?"

"Stall torque 18 Nm?"

"And the volume is reduced by half?"

He suddenly looked up, staring at Lin Xi.

"Do you even understand common physics?"

"With such a small volume, to reach this magnetic flux, unless your magnetic tiles were forged in the furnace of the Supreme Lord Lao Zi!"

"Ferrite can't do it! Samarium-Cobalt can't do it either!"

Lao Zheng slapped the blueprint with a thunderous bang, "This is science fiction! It's nonsense!"

Facing the roar of a top engineer, Lin Xi's expression remained calm and composed.

"Factory Director Lao, theory is dead, but people are alive."

Lin Xi reached into his jacket pocket.

It was a small box wrapped layer upon layer in electrical tape.

That was the prototype he had produced during his three-day seclusion, using the formula provided by the livestream room.

He had guided Wang Yu to fire it using crude laboratory methods.

Though it was ugly and rough,

its heart was the third-generation rare-earth permanent magnet from 2025—

neodymium iron boron.

"Big Cannon, connect the power."