Chapter 45

Wang Hao suppressed a laugh and poked Chen Guang with his elbow:

"Guangzi, did you hear that? Old Li was called that for the first time, and he didn't blow up!"

Chen Guang pushed up his glasses, looking at Li Yang, who had already crowded next to Zhao Fusheng with an attitude even more serious than in class.

Analyzed in a low voice: "In cognitive psychology, this usually means the other party has gained a high degree of recognition in a professional field."

Zhao Gong ignored the whispering on this side, his finger pointing at a complex multi-degree-of-freedom joint group on the "Spider-3" drawing:

"This place of yours, following that old Russian set?"

"Making it so complex, it looks good, but it's a nightmare to machine, and the reliability is discounted."

Li Yang's brows furrowed slightly; this was one of the highlights he had designed by referencing the latest foreign papers:

"Theoretically, redundant joints can improve terrain adaptability..."

"Theoretical crap." Zhao Gong was not polite at all, picking up a pencil and sketching a simple diagram on the blank space of the drawing.

"See that? This place, merge it into two large-angle swing joints, add an elastic bushing."

"The range of motion isn't much smaller, the machining difficulty is cut in half, and it's easier to repair if it breaks."

"This thing of yours is for work, not for a catwalk show."

Li Yang stared at the simple diagram that pointed straight to the core with just a few strokes, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and he slapped his thigh hard:

"Right! The force is more direct, and we can save space to add cushioning!"

The look in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Gong was practically glowing, "Zhao Gong, this modification of yours... is amazing!"

Wang Hao was dumbfounded on the side, inner OS:

'Good heavens, Brother Li, this tech otaku who looks down on everyone, actually has a day where he's so obedient and listens to the lecture?'

'The old man is awesome!'

"And you," Zhao Gong's gaze turned to Wang Hao who had crowded over.

"Where is your drawing for installing micro-missiles on the 'Mechanical Centipede'? Let me see."

Wang Hao hurriedly handed over the tablet.

Zhao Gong scanned it a few times, pointing to the thruster mounting seat:

"This fixing method, do you think you're tying firecrackers? Once the vibration is high, it's guaranteed to loosen."

"Change it to one with a locking taper sleeve, and here, add an auxiliary support point."

"Understood!" Wang Hao didn't say a word, immediately began modifying it on the tablet, muttering to himself:

"It still has to be you, old man! I kept saying the test was always off..."

Zhao Gong looked at Chen Guang again: "Little Chen, the mounting surface of your laser heat sink, the flatness requirement is too high, it's unnecessary."

"Give me a sample, I'll manually scrape it for you, I guarantee the fit will be stronger than that glue you're using now, and it'll be easier to disassemble."

Chen Guang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, Zhao Gong. I'll get it for you immediately."

He turned to get the sample, his steps even lighter than usual.

Feng Yan looked at this scene, his heart blooming with joy.

Zhao Gong had only been here for half a day, and in just a few words.

Several technical problems that had plagued the team for a long time were either pointed toward a better solution or given a solution directly.

This efficiency was higher than him holding ten project seminars!

What made him even more secretly pleased was that Zhao Gong seemed to know the "details" of the team clearly, but just wouldn't point them out.

Instead, there was a sense of "I knew you little rabbits were doing this" understanding.

In the afternoon, Zhao Gong officially began to reorganize the "Insect Workshop".

He didn't rush to move those high-precision equipment, but first took Li Yang and Wang Hao.

To re-classify and place all tools, measuring tools, materials, and semi-finished products, and designate areas.

The old man had a near-paranoid rigor in his design of space utilization and workflow.

Every tool had a fixed position, and the retrieval path was the shortest.

"A workman must sharpen his tools if he is to do his work well."

Zhao Gong said slowly while adjusting the angle of a multi-functional tool rack:

"If you can't even find your things, what kind of precision work are you doing?"

Wang Hao was sweating profusely from exhaustion, complaining to Li Yang in a low voice:

"Brother Li, I feel like we didn't get a technical guide, we got a workshop dean..."

Li Yang didn't complain, but learned seriously instead.

Even taking out a small notebook to record Zhao Gong's points about the spacing of different materials and dust/moisture prevention.

After organizing the environment, Zhao Gong began to "look, listen, ask, and feel" the equipment.

He circled the five-axis machine tool that was being worshipped a few times.

Knocking here, listening there, and pulling up historical machining data to look at for a long time.

"The control system version needs to be upgraded." Zhao Gong said to the equipment engineer who followed.

"There is also a hidden parameter, regarding spindle thermal compensation, the default setting is conservative, I'll tell you how to adjust it."

The engineer was stunned, hurriedly taking out a notebook to record it.

Zhao Gong quite appreciated the old lettering machine that Wang Hao had magically modified:

"Your brain is quite active. It's just that the guide rail precision is gone, I'll help you scrape and grind it later, it can fight for another five years."

The most amazing thing was his tuning of the old-fashioned hand-cranked milling machine and bench drill.

He took out the grinding paste and standard straightedge he brought himself.

Personally doing it, scraping and grinding the contact surface of the machine tool guide rail bit by bit, and adjusting the spindle clearance.

The focused expression was as if he were carving a work of art.

"Done," Zhao Gong finished his work and clapped his hands.

"Now this old partner, for the rough machining and partial semi-finishing of those micro-parts of yours, it might be even steadier than that big guy."

Li Yang was skeptical, took a simple test part and machined it.

When the result came out and he measured it, he was shocked again.

This decrepit equipment, after Zhao Gong's tuning.

The flatness and perpendicularity of the machined part's reference surface.

Actually exceeded the performance of that five-axis machine tool under default parameters!

"This... this is unscientific!" Wang Hao shouted looking at the data.

Zhao Gong hummed: "Machines are dead, parameters are set by people."

"If you don't serve it comfortably, why should it work hard for you?"

With Zhao Gong sitting in command, the "Insect Workshop" seemed to have been injected with a soul, and began to operate efficiently.

Li Yang took the "Spider-3" drawing modified by Zhao Gong.

Re-simulated it, and the results showed that all indicators rose instead of falling.

He excitedly pulled Zhao Gong to discuss further optimization.

The two of them faced the computer screen, one concise, one experienced, and actually communicated without any obstacles.

After improving the thruster installation method, Wang Hao's "Mechanical Centipede" was as steady as a real centipede in ground crawling tests.

Never again did the awkwardness of "the thruster getting crooked while walking" appear.

After Chen Guang's laser heat sink was fitted with the mounting seat manually scraped by Zhao Gong, the core temperature dropped by another eight degrees Celsius.

Making Chen Guang push his glasses up several times in a row, calling it "the victory of empiricism."

Even the jumping joint of the "Mechanical Mantis", which had been progressing slowly,

after Zhao Gong saw Li Yang's design, he directly gave a solution using shape-memory alloy and a clever lever structure.

Simulation results showed that both jumping power and response speed had a qualitative leap.

In just a few days, the R&D progress of several prototypes of the "Insect Legion" was like opening an accelerator, with significant improvements.

The atmosphere of technical discussion within the team also became more pragmatic and efficient.

Zhao Gong could often use the simplest truths to break through the technical myths they had been struggling with for a long time.

That night, Feng Yan looked at the micro-robot prototypes on the workbench that were brand new, with greatly increased precision and reliability.

And looked at Zhao Gong, who was wearing reading glasses under the light.

Patiently guiding Li Yang on how to manually polish the inner curved hole of a special angle, feeling a thousand emotions in his heart.

He sent a message in the internal group.

【Dragon Chant Core Group】

【Feng Yan: (A photo of Zhao Gong guiding Li Yang under the light)

Brothers, what is meant by 'having an old person in the family is like having a treasure', I have deeply experienced it.】

【Wang Hao: Seconded! After the old man came, I feel like my 'missiles' can be shot with flowers!】

【Chen Guang: Data support. 'Insect Workshop' average daily problem-solving efficiency increased by 68%.

Prototype first-pass rate increased by 42%.】

【Li Yang: Hmm. Learned a lot.】

【Feng Yan: @everyone By the way, Zhao Gong's establishment and treatment have been specially approved from above.

'Dragon Chant' project specially appointed senior technical consultant, procedures are in progress.

The old man didn't say anything, just nodded.】

【Wang Hao: Awesome! Must be! The old man's craftsmanship is worthy of it!】

【Chen Guang: Conforms to the principle of setting positions based on contribution.】

【Li Yang: (Shared a dynamic simulation video of a new 'Spider-3' joint, the movement is outrageously smooth) Modified by Zhao Gong.】

【Wang Hao: Holy crap! This smoothness! Brother Li, has your 'Spider-3' gained sentience?!】

Feng Yan looked at the exclamations and discussions scrolling across the group, and put away his phone with a smile.

He walked to the entrance of the "Insect Workshop", looking at the focused silhouettes of the old and young under the light.

Feeling that the future of their team was becoming more and more immeasurable.

With the blessing of Zhao Gong's craftsmanship, "Dragon Chant" could truly be said to have strong muscles and bones.

They could safely and boldly exert their abilities.

He seemed to be able to hear it already.

When those micro "insects" flap their wings, crawl, and jump on the future battlefield.

The shock they emit that makes opponents shudder.