Chapter 89

Since the success of the "Bearing Mountain Guard" model and the "Clear Observation" laser scanner, the Longyin Research Institute's threshold has almost been stepped flat.

Orders from the military, police, and civilian lines surged like three torrents, nearly flooding the Longyin Research Institute's not-too-large lobby.

The two front desk landlines and three girls' phones rang from morning till night, leaving their voices hoarse.

Just registering visitors from the military, police, and various large enterprises filled several thick volumes.

The equipment upgrade approval for the "Southwest Blade" Special Forces Brigade has also been officially issued.

The Special Forces Brigade's Staff Officer Yang Rui personally delivered a purchase list as thick as a small booklet.

Fifteen sets of improved Iron Wolf heavy exoskeletons, thirty sets of custom-made Bearing Mountain assault-type exoskeletons.

Matching the Insect reconnaissance cluster (spiders, butterflies, centipedes, twenty each as a starting point), plus dedicated Black Tortoise battery packs and Flying Serpent fast-charge arrays in various quantities.

"Section Chief Feng Yan, Brigade Chief Gao is personally overseeing this project; time is tight, the task is heavy." Staff Officer Yang Rui pointed to the conspicuous "three-month delivery" date on the list.

"The brigade hopes to form combat capability as soon as possible; Section Chief Feng Yan will need to put in extra effort."

Feng Yan stared at the long list, feeling his temples throb.

Just the precision machining of the core joints and transmission systems of these fifteen Iron Wolf exoskeletons.

With the Longyin Research Institute's current productivity, working nonstop would still take two months.

Not to mention the subsequent assembly, debugging, and stringent acceptance testing.

Here we haven't even sorted out the clues when the formal red-header document from the Provincial Public Security Department arrived.

The document explicitly requires promoting the issuance of "Police Tactical Insect Packs" across the provincial Special Police Units.

The first batch requires two hundred basic configurations, with additional units to be added as needed.

Captain Lei Meng even directly brought several special police backbone officers from the sub-bureaus, treating the Longyin Research Institute's guesthouse as a temporary station.

He loitered daily at the workshop and lab doors, eyes peeled, waiting.

"Old Feng, given our friendship, you gotta open a green channel for me!" Lei Meng put his arm around Feng Yan's shoulders.

"Next month's end there's a cross-regional counter-terrorism drill; sister units are watching, hoping this batch of new gear will make its debut."

What caught Feng Yan off guard was the explosion of the civilian market.

The procurement manager of Swift Wind Logistics camped out in the reception hall, clutching the seal and contract, softening hard resistance.

On the spot they signed an additional order for five thousand Knowledge-Action One logistics robots, requesting delivery in batches within six months.

Representatives from several major rehabilitation centers and medical device companies also came in turn, praising the trial results of the Bearing Mountain Guard assistive exoskeleton.

Preliminary intent orders alone exceeded one thousand units, urging the provision of sample machines and detailed quotes.

The research institute under the National Cultural Heritage Bureau is downright sly and crafty.

They directly deposited the initial technology usage fee and deposit for the Clear Observation laser scanner into the Longyin Research Institute's account, fearing they'd miss the queue if delayed.

Wang Hao gazed at the pile of contracts, purchase orders, and production plans stacked like a mountain on his desk.

Feeling his brains ache, he slumped in his chair, weakly wailing:

"Feng bro! Feng bro! Save me! The brothers on the production line are about to be drowned by orders!"

"This is more tormenting than fixing bugs nonstop for a month!"

Li Yang too hadn't returned to the dorm for five straight days, so he set up a simple camp bed in the workshop corner, helpless!

Soon a critical joint of the military-version Bearing Mountain assault-type exoskeleton revealed material fatigue during prototyping, requiring reselection and optimization of the heat treatment process;

Soon the production line debugging of the civilian-version Bearing Mountain Guard assistive exoskeleton ran into trouble with the robot arm not meshing smoothly with the old master's manual polishing process.

He wished he could clone himself to keep an eye on several critical points at once.

Chen Guang's side was under immense pressure as well.

The Special Police Unit proposed dozens of meticulous revision suggestions for the Police Tactical Insect Pack.

From the Mechanical Spider's climbing stability on smooth tile walls, to the Mechanical Butterfly's signal anti-interference capability in complex urban canyon environments.

All of these require him and his team to quickly optimize the algorithms and adjust the hardware.

On the civilian side, the visual recognition system of 'Zhixing No. 1' needs improvement in extreme weather.

The processing efficiency of the massive point cloud data from the 'Mingcha' scanner also urgently needs optimization.

Multiple monitors before him flickered simultaneously with different code interfaces, test data, and 3D models, and the sound of keyboard typing hardly ceased.

"Engineer Chen, feedback from the No. 3 Special Police Detachment: the spider's adhesion on damp walls is insufficient."

"Engineer Chen, logistics park report: on rainy days, the robot vision system misjudges puddles as obstacles."

"Engineer Chen, the Ancient Architecture Institute asks: can the post‑processing software for the scan data be made a bit more user‑friendly……"

Even Zhao Gong, who always holds a secure position and is mainly responsible for technical oversight,

They personally led Lieutenant Zhang's security detachment and several technical backbones sent from the brigade's support, implementing a three‑shift rotation.

They stood guard day and night in the machining and final assembly workshops, tightly monitoring the machining precision of key components and the overall assembly quality.

"The tolerance of this bearing housing exceeds 0.05 mm! Take it apart and redo it!"

"This weld seam has internal bubbles—no good! Cut it open and re‑weld!"

"For military‑grade quality, even the slightest flaw is a hidden danger! All of you, cheer up!"

The old man's voice was loud, carrying an unquestionable authority, but his eyes were bloodshot, revealing the pressure of production.

Feng Yan felt even more like a high‑speed spinning top, rushing between departments and various tasks, exhausted.

In the morning, he had to meet in the conference room with the market director of "Sufeng" Logistics, using both soft and hard tactics, to explain the production bottleneck and strive for a more relaxed delivery schedule;

At noon, he had to accompany Captain Leimeng and the special police backbone to conduct a field demonstration of the "Police Insect Pack", answering various tricky tactical application questions and recording improvement needs;

In the afternoon, he had to dive into the workshop, confirming with Li Yang and Zhao Gong the production progress of core components for the military order, and coordinating those special alloy materials that require special approval and have long procurement cycles;

In the evening, he also had to review with Chen Guang the optimization plans for the next phase of the "Zhixing No. 1" and "Mingcha" systems, and approve the computational resource applications……

The institute's cafeteria had completely become a "wartime command center" combined with an "information exchange market", making mealtime the only opportunity for department heads to meet regularly and take a brief break.

Wang Hao, while wolfing down his food, also kept staring at the production schedule on the tablet, sighing.

Done, done, this month don't even talk about going out for team-building fun; if I can get five hours of sleep a day, I'll be burning high incense!

Li Yang silently placed the sole large chicken leg from his own plate into Wang Hao's bowl:

"After eating, go to Line 3. The installation of the newly arrived joint bearings has run into interference issues again—go sort it out."

Wang Hao let out a wail, but still finished the chicken leg in a couple bites, grabbed the safety helmet on the table, and rushed out.

Chen Guang sipped his barely touched soup in small mouthfuls, his eyes never leaving the rolling code on the tablet screen.

Suddenly he looked up and said to Feng Yan, "Brother Feng, the climbing algorithm for the police-version spider needle on smooth vertical surfaces needs to incorporate a new friction mechanics model."

"We need to call on large-scale simulation data for training, and the application for existing computing resources must increase by 30%."

Feng Yan rubbed his throbbing temples, hardly hesitating: "Approved! I'll immediately coordinate with the Information Center and the higher supervisory department to secure resources!"

These past few days, even the parking lot below the research institute has become hard to find a spot, often filled with vehicles from various units.

There were Mengshi off-road vehicles with military plates, Santanas with police badges, and black business cars from major corporations visiting.

The security guard at the gate couldn't help but remark, "What a lively bunch—we're even busier than the city government's reception office!"

That night, Feng Yan finally finished processing the last purchase request on his desk that required his signature.

He slumped on the office sofa, feeling completely drained.

He gazed at the workshop and main labs still lit up outside the window, his heart a mix of emotions.

There was pride and joy from the technology's wide recognition, but also deep worry about the immense management pressure and resource bottlenecks brought by this rapid development.

Wang Hao came in with an even more unkempt mop of hair, holding two bowls of freshly prepared beef noodle soup, handing one to Feng Yan in an attempt to liven the atmosphere.

"Brother Feng, you gotta hold up! Our sweet troubles are something others would love to have!"

"Look, the patent fee for the 'Mingcha' scanner just came in—the numbers alone are uplifting!"

"Should we consider upgrading to a higher-power server or adding a few more high-precision machine tools? The production pressure is indeed too great now!"

Feng Yan took the instant noodles, gave a wry smile: "Yeah, sweet troubles……"

"This money came in just in time, but the gap is still huge."

He slurped a mouthful of noodles, his gaze turning to the dark night outside the window.

"The high-performance computing cluster needs upgrading, the new precision machining center needs to be planned, and personnel expansion and training are the biggest expense……"

"This amount of money only just puts out the burning need; the subsequent investment will be a bottomless pit."

He set down the instant noodles, picked up the internal communicator, and his tone turned firm:

"Information Center? This is Feng Yan."

"I wanted to ask, has our Dragon Chant application recently been approved?"

"The administrative and secretarial staffing, the quota for introducing senior technicians, the import quotas and procurement funds for high-end precision equipment, and the approval of new R&D sites……"

Wang Hao listened to Feng Yan's inquiry, his eyes slowly brightening, feeling that the instant noodles in his bowl smelled even better.

As it turned out, his Brother Feng had already submitted the application earlier.

Just then, on the desktop lay Feng Yan's highest-authority encrypted communicator.

A dedicated indicator light representing the highest-level supervisory department.

Suddenly it began flashing a red light at a frequency different from ordinary communications.

Wang Hao leaned over to take a look, even forgetting to eat his noodles, and lowered his voice:

"This frequency…… I've never seen it before?"

"It doesn't look like a routine report—could it be a top-level emergency communications request? Nothing else could have happened, right?"

Upon hearing that, Feng Yan lowered the communicator, gazing at the incessantly flashing red light that seemed to carry an invisible pressure.

He took a deep breath, reached out, and pressed the answer key.