Chapter 33: Sharpening Weapons Before the Battle and

The news that the inspection team would arrive a week early was like a depth charge thrown into a calm lake.

Exploding in the "Insect Workshop" newly established in the "Iron Wolf Workshop."

After a brief dead silence, there was a chain reaction like an atomic bomb explosion.

"Next week?!" Wang Hao's voice was the first to break the sound barrier.

"My circle hasn't been drawn round yet! This is even harder than letting my family's Skyrocket Monkey write a will in a typhoon, Brother Feng!"

Feng Yan felt his temples throbbing, his internal monologue scrolling frantically:

'Good fellow, is this inspection team coming by rocket?'

'Saying they'll come early, they come early, not giving any buffer, even more urgent than my mom urging me to get married!'

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to take on the posture of a "project manager."

Although he was panicking inside, he had to be as steady as an old dog on the outside:

"What are you panicking about! If the sky falls, there's someone tall to hold it up!"

"We are just a group of people doing technology, eat as much as you can, just take out our best stuff!"

That's what he said, but for the next 24 hours.

The entire fireworks factory warehouse seemed to enter a wartime state.

The air was filled with a complex smell mixed with solder, instant noodles, and... anxiety.

Feng Yan immediately organized a high-intensity, hellish simulation drill.

The effect, well, can only be described as "the ideal is plump, the reality is bony enough to hurt your teeth."

Wang Hao's "Haoyu Precision Delivery System" prototype.

Under the eyes of everyone, it once again staged "precious footage of early humans taming missiles."

The preset "drawing a circle in the air" turned into a crooked potato drawn by a Parkinson's patient.

Finally, it plunged headfirst into a sand pit in the distance, kicking up a cloud of aggrieved dust.

"Wind! It must be the wind's fault!" Wang Hao pointed to the leaves that were motionless outside the warehouse door, forcefully saving face.

Feng Yan complained internally: 'This wind probably blew out of your brain, right?'

On the other side, Chen Guang's laser candle-lighting demonstration also hit a bottleneck.

Either the power was too low to light it, or the power was slightly higher and directly vaporized the candle head.

Leaving a wisp of blue smoke and embarrassment.

His requirements for environmental airflow were harsh to the point of being outrageous.

Wang Hao sneezing nearby could make the light spot drift for miles.

"Airflow disturbance exceeds expectations, need more precise turbulence model compensation..."

Chen Guang pushed his glasses, his brows twisted into a hemp flower.

Feng Yan: 'It's over, I feel like Guangzi isn't lighting a candle, he's performing surgery on the air.'

The most headache-inducing thing was the coordinated test of "Xiao Bai."

When simulating the scenario where "Iron Wolf" urgently needed tools.

"Xiao Bai" was carrying the wrench box, and while running, it was suddenly attracted by a reflective screw cap on the ground.

An emergency brake and a turn of the head almost threw the wrench box onto Li Yang's "Iron Wolf."

Through the exoskeleton communicator, everyone clearly heard the sound of Li Yang taking a deep breath.

The sound was full of restraint, "I want to dismantle this dog."

Wang Hao wailed while holding his head: "Ancestor! That's a wrench! Not a bone! Was your task priority eaten by a dog?!"

Chen Guang added a knife quietly: "From the program logic, the weight of its visual interest module might indeed be set higher than the task execution module..."

Feng Yan looked at this chaotic scene, feeling his hairline receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He finally understood, these genius teammates.

Each one taken out alone is a master who can change the world, but put together.

The effect is comparable to adding the wrong reagent in a chemical experiment, who knows what kind of colorful black will explode.

Pressure shrouded down like substance.

Even Li Yang, who was usually steady, was debugging a tiny transmission delay in the exoskeleton.

He couldn't help but use more force, and the screwdriver scraped a harsh sound on the alloy shell.

At night, the warehouse was brightly lit, and the smell of instant noodles couldn't suppress the irritability.

Feng Yan looked at this group of partners with bloodshot eyes and messy hair, knowing that it couldn't go on like this.

He stood up abruptly and clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Brothers, stop for a moment." Feng Yan's voice echoed in the empty warehouse, "We seem to have gone into a dead end."

He walked to the whiteboard and wiped off the dense fault records and optimization items on it.

"We have been pursuing 'perfect demonstration,' afraid of making mistakes, afraid of losing face."

Feng Yan's gaze swept across everyone, "But let's think, what is the inspection team coming to see?"

"Is it a mature product that is flawless and can be mass-produced directly?"

He asked and answered himself: "I don't think so! What they are coming to see is potential! It's possibility!"

"It's the 'drive' we have that can eat instant noodles with the momentum of a full-course meal!"

He picked up a mobile hard drive and shook it:

"In here, there is the complete recording of our bee-repellent operation, and the process of 'Spider One' being born at the barbecue stall."

"These, in your eyes, may be immature 'dark history,' but I think, this is our most precious 'secret weapon'!"

Wang Hao's eyes widened: "Brother Feng, are you crazy?"

"Showing national-level experts us being chased by hornets all over the street, and that... 'Barbecue Hero' you poked out with bamboo skewers?"

"That's right!" Feng Yan's eyes shone, "We must let them see!"

"What we want to report is not cold data and perfect performance."

"It's a living team that can find inspiration from being besieged by hornets and barbecue stalls!"

"What we want to show is a kind of 'wild path' impact."

"It's telling those big shots that future wars and technology might not follow the routines in their textbooks!"

He became more excited as he spoke: "'Iron Wolf,' 'Xiao Bai,' lasers, missiles, are our present;"

"And the 'Insect Legion,' the ability to discover problems from life shown in the VCR."

"Is the craziest future we can bring to the country!"

Li Yang looked up at Feng Yan, the fatigue in his eyes replaced by a glimmer of light.

Chen Guang pushed his glasses, thoughtful.

Wang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found... it seemed to make some sense?

"However," Chen Guang was still a bit worried, "the stability of these demonstration projects..."

"Do your best, listen to fate!" Feng Yan said decisively.

"Optimize what can be optimized to the best, if there are really flaws, just honestly explain that this is the 'current version limitation' and 'next step attack direction'!"

"Experts are all sensible people, they can distinguish between technical bottlenecks and attitude problems!"

He looked at the partners who had regained their fighting spirit and gave the final instruction:

"Now, Old Wang, you continue to grind with your 'circle,' but don't pursue 100% success anymore, give me the failure boundary and influencing factors!"

"Old Chen, prepare two plans, one for lighting candles, if it doesn't work, change it to static etching to show precision!"

"Old Li, optimize 'Xiao Bai's' priority, even if you temporarily lower the intelligence."

"Must ensure the execution of key instructions! I am responsible for making the VCR bloom!"

"Action!"

The warehouse was busy again, but the atmosphere was different.

The previous anxiety was replaced by a kind of desperate excitement.

Wang Hao was gnawing on a ham sausage while struggling with the trajectory model.

Muttering: "Even if it's not round, I have to draw a cooler ellipse!"

Chen Guang recalibrated the equipment, his eyes returning to the focus of a top student.

Li Yang silently pulled up the underlying code of "Xiao Bai" and began to modify the task weight drastically.

Feng Yan looked at this group of partners who quickly adjusted their state, and the big stone in his heart fell a little.

He sat back in front of the computer, plugged in the hard drive, and began to browse those materials full of "smoky atmosphere."

The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously.

'Bet on it!' he thought, 'Just use our pot of "stew".'

'Go and shock the taste buds of the national-level banquet!'

Outside the window, the night was deep.

But the lights of the "Insect Workshop" were as bright as day. ===== CHAPTER 34 =====