Chapter 48

Zhao Gong's jar of homemade pickles had power comparable to Wang Hao's "Skyrocket Monkey" with added propellant.

Directly blowing away the last bit of newcomer estrangement in the team.

Now the "Insect Workshop" often stages the following scenes:

Wang Hao is scolded by the old man until he runs away with his head in his hands, while secretly learning how to make the old equipment more obedient than a little daughter-in-law;

Li Yang discusses problems with Zhao Gong, and the two can talk freely using a pile of professional terminology and gestures.

Making Chen Guang, who wants to steal the teacher's skills, push his glasses.

Today, the workshop is exceptionally lively.

Li Yang is manually polishing the inner curved surface of a key joint on the leg of "Spider-3" according to Zhao Gong's guidance.

That focus is like an old monk meditating.

Wang Hao is on the other side, struggling with the fuel column casting mold for his newly improved "Mantis Catching Cicada" micro-missile.

"Zhao Gong, look!" Wang Hao held the mold like a treasure.

"I changed the demolding angle according to what you said, isn't it much smoother?"

Zhao Gong glanced at it, reached out his calloused finger and touched the inner wall, shaking his head:

"Burrs aren't cleaned, polishing isn't in place."

"Same virtue as your dad, back then when he learned to tie fireworks frames, he also liked speed, almost set the workshop on fire."

Wang Hao's hand shook, the mold almost fell to the ground, his eyes wide: "Zhao Gong... you know my dad?!"

"Wang Guoqiang, right," Zhao Gong picked up the enamel mug and took a sip of water slowly:

"From Haoyu Fireworks Factory, we are old acquaintances."

"Back then at the city technical competition, he was making that 'Nine-Ring' firework."

"The frame was tied crookedly, and it was me who gave him a few pointers so it didn't fall apart in mid-air."

Wang Hao's mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, his brain buzzing—his dad had never mentioned this!

Feng Yan happened to come in and heard this, his heart moved violently.

He had long felt that Zhao Gong's agreement to come out of the mountains was too straightforward; now looking at it, the old man was afraid he had already figured out their details.

Thinking about it, it makes sense, a Level 8 machinist who worked in a state-owned factory for a lifetime.

After retiring, being specially approved to enter "Dragon Chant" so quickly, who would believe that no one above had greeted him?

This old man, the water is much deeper than it looks.

Zhao Gong ignored Wang Hao's shock, put down the mug and walked to Li Yang's side.

After watching for a while, he suddenly reached out: "Wrist force is wrong, drive it with your arm, don't press hard."

He took the tool and demonstrated it himself.

Only to see his wrist turn nimbly, the tool head drawing a light arc on the inner wall of the part.

The movement was as gentle as touching a lover's face, but the metal surface became as bright as a mirror at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is called 'listening to force'." Zhao Gong handed the part back.

"You have to feel the feedback between the material and the tool, and follow its nature."

"Same principle as an old Chinese doctor taking a pulse, machines can't measure it."

Li Yang looked at the part in his hand that seemed to have been cast with magic, bright as a mirror.

And looked at Zhao Gong's pair of hands that looked rough but were as steady as a rock, nodding heavily.

His eyes were full of the excitement of enlightenment.

"Holy crap! Brother Li, you have to treat us!" Wang Hao leaned over and said sourly, "Zhao Gong even passed this unique skill to you!"

Zhao Gong hummed:

"Want to learn? First grind down that impatient temper of yours. If the basic skills aren't solid, teaching you is also a waste."

This made Wang Hao wilt instantly, but his eyes ignited with a burning fighting spirit.

Just at this moment, Chen Guang rushed in holding his "Bee Sting" micro-laser:

"Zhao Gong, look at this heat sink..."

Zhao Gong frowned after just one glance: "Installed backwards."

Chen Guang was stunned, hurriedly checked, his face instantly flushed red—it really was installed backwards!

He, this top student, actually made such a low-level mistake.

"Optical genius also makes mistakes?" Zhao Gong rarely teased, took the laser, disassembled and reinstalled it in two or three strokes:

"Remember, precision equipment assembly requires a calm heart. If your heart is impatient, your hands will be impatient."

Feng Yan watched this scene, the corners of his mouth rising wildly.

Zhao Gong is like a full-level boss who accidentally entered a novice village, casually pointing out a few things that can make this group of geniuses enlightened.

This is not technical guidance, this is clearly opening a cheat for the whole team!

The afternoon test made everyone see what "you are still your grandfather" means.

Wang Hao's improved micro-missile was to be live-fire tested.

Everything was ready, just at the last moment before launch, Zhao Gong suddenly shouted stop.

He walked to the launch rack, touched the connection with his hand, his brows locked.

"This bolt, the preload is not enough." Zhao Gong's tone was certain.

Wang Hao didn't believe it: "Can't be, Zhao Gong? I tightened it according to the standard torque!"

Zhao Gong didn't talk nonsense, directly took the torque wrench and measured it—it was indeed off by a full 10%!

"The material has subtle deformation, looking at the torque value is useless."

Zhao Gong said while re-tightening, "You have to use your hand to feel the 'bite' of the bolt."

"This is equipment rotating at 200,000 revolutions per minute, it can't be off by a hair."

During the re-test, the missile roared out, drawing a perfect snake-like maneuver in the air, accurately hitting the target!

"Awesome!" Wang Hao jumped up excitedly, "Zhao Gong, your hand is more accurate than the instrument!"

Even the usually calm Li Yang couldn't help but sigh: "This experience... can't be quantified by data."

Zhao Gong just smiled faintly, took a small notebook out of the toolbox and threw it to Wang Hao:

"Common material bolt preload hand-feel comparison table, I wrote it by hand."

"You young people rely too much on instruments."

Wang Hao held the notebook like a treasure, almost kneeling on the spot.

After dinner, Feng Yan organized a small meeting.

Looking at the teammates in front of him who were being polished to be sharper and sharper, he cleared his throat:

"Brothers, our equipment is upgraded, and we have enough hands. It's time to make some big moves."

He knocked on the whiteboard, "I have an idea—how about we start a live stream?"

"Live stream?!" Wang Hao was the first to jump up, "Brother Feng, are you crazy? Aren't these projects of ours all confidential?"

"Use the old vest account of the workshop, only show the non-confidential parts."

Feng Yan had already thought about it.

"For example, let 'Xiao Bai' perform a transport, or show some civilian-version technology. It can maintain heat and..."

"And go fishing." Zhao Gong suddenly added, seeing everyone looking at him.

Added slowly, "See the reaction of the outside world to this kind of technology."

"Some things, hidden ones are more useful than bright ones."

Feng Yan's eyes brightened—ginger is still old and spicy!

Zhao Gong saw through his deep intention at a glance.

"Right! We show some 'harmless' technology on the surface, secretly..."

Feng Yan and Li Yang looked at each other, the two of them smiled knowingly.

Wang Hao became energetic: "I'm good at this!"

"When the time comes, I'll be responsible for the explanation, I guarantee to blow our 'Xiao Bai' up to the sky and not on the ground!"

Chen Guang pushed up his glasses: "I need to do technical filtering in advance to ensure no sensitive parameters are leaked."

Li Yang silently pulled up "Xiao Bai's" code and began to write a dedicated "performance mode".

Zhao Gong looked at the young people who instantly entered the state, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He picked up a tool and began to polish a prop for the live stream.

A small mechanical gadget that looked ordinary, but whose internal structure was so exquisite that peers wouldn't be able to sleep after seeing it.

Feng Yan looked at the hot workshop, feeling beautiful in his heart.

With Zhao Gong, this pillar of the sea, he felt that the sword "Dragon Chant" was finally sharpened.

It's time to let the outside world hear this dragon chant!