Chapter 128: Four Tech Masters Gather, Shanwan Village Enters Its Highlight Moment!

The expert group, half in doubt, followed Lu Qingshan and his party toward the food factory; Team Leader Sun adjusted his glasses, his expression still serious.

Zhao Lao San and Zhao Lao Wu trailed closely behind, fearing they'd miss any chance to expose the "scheme".

As dawn barely broke, the air in Shanwan Village was scented with a faint pine fragrance.

After a night of communication, trial production, and contemplation, Lu Qingshan's plan had fully taken shape.

He looked at the large crowd behind him, a slight smile lifting his mouth.

Today is the moment to set the record straight!

"Experts, the food factory is just ahead."

Lu Qingshan pointed at the nearby factory billowing thin cooking smoke and said.

As soon as they reached the factory gate, the expert group was drawn in by waves of aroma emanating from inside.

It was a scent mixing meat aroma with special seasonings—rich yet not cloying, making one unable to resist taking a deep breath.

"This smell…"

The food‑industry expert among the group couldn't help sniffing, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

At that moment, Li Jianqiang emerged from the factory, still in work clothes, holding a freshly made jerky.

Seeing the expert group, he gave a light nod, then looked at Lu Qingshan: "Little Lu, the sample's ready; come take a look."

Lu Qingshan felt a surge of joy; Master Li's performance was so natural, showing no trace of affectation.

"Master Li, these are experts from the province; they can help us with quality control."

Lu Qingshan introduced.

Li Jianqiang then seemed to have an epiphany, hurriedly wiping oil from his hands: "Comrades, sorry, I was testing a new process and couldn't attend."

Team Leader Sun sized up Li Jianqiang, noting the seasoned technical aura of the middle‑aged man, and, intrigued, asked: "Master Li, right? Could you introduce your process here?"

"Certainly."

Li Jianqiang's eyes instantly lit up, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

He raised the jerky and said, "Experts, behold, this is Wild Boar jerky made with our newly developed meat‑processing technique."

The food‑industry expert in the group took the jerky for close inspection, his expression gradually turning serious.

The jerky's color, texture, and grain all displayed a remarkably high level of processing.

"Master Li, could you explain this technique in detail?"

He couldn't help asking.

Li Jianqiang instantly perked up and began a detailed explanation: "Traditional jerky methods have several key issues—uneven dehydration, severe nutrient loss, short shelf life. Our new process uses staged dehydration, first low‑temperature slow roasting to lock meat fibers, then segmented temperature control and humidity regulation to let moisture evaporate evenly…"

As Li Jianqiang spoke, several experts' expressions changed noticeably.

The technical details were so professional that they couldn't be grasped by last‑minute cramming.

"The most critical part is this temperature‑control curve."

Li Jianqiang pulled a data‑filled schematic from his pocket.

"Look, the first phase should stay at 45 °C, the Second Phase rises to 65 °C, the third phase drops to 50 °C, and the whole process lasts 18 hours. Jerky made this way not only tastes good, but retains over 85 % of its nutrients."

Team Leader Sun took the schematic for close inspection, becoming increasingly shocked.

The process's theoretical foundation was solid, the data detailed, certainly not something a layperson could fabricate.

"Master Li, your technique…"

The food‑industry expert's voice sounded incredulous.

"In our previous factory, this technology was shelved; the leaders said it 'didn't match production realities.'"

Li Jianqiang shook his head, a flash of anger in his eyes, and said, "Director Lu gave me the chance to apply years of research in practice."

As the expert group was stunned by Li Jianqiang's technology, a "crack—crack" sound of meat slicing came from nearby.

The crowd turned, seeing Qian Jin busily working at a manual slicing station.

"Master Qian, what is this?"

Lu Qingshan asked at the right moment.

Qian Jin didn't look up, but continued his motions: "We're waiting for the upgraded multifunction slicer to be assembled; here's the blueprint—its efficiency can be three times higher than now, and the slices will be perfectly uniform in thickness."

As he spoke, he paused, lifted the slicer's blueprint for the experts: "Experts, look, the error is no more than 0.2 mm."

The engineer in the expert group took the blueprint, a look of disbelief on his face; such design precision truly met industrial production standards.

"What is the principle of this slicer?" the engineer couldn't help asking.

Qian Jin finally looked up, an excited grin on his face: "The key lies in the spiral blade design and the pressure‑adjustment device. Traditional slicers have fixed pressure, but meat density varies by cut, causing thickness differences. My design automatically adjusts pressure according to the meat's softness…"

As Qian Jin explained, the engineer's eyes widened.

This seemingly unremarkable middle‑aged man actually mastered such exquisite mechanical technology.

"This technical level rivals that of the province's big factories!"

The engineer couldn't help exclaiming.

Hearing this, Zhao Lao San's complexion turned sour.

He had thought these people were Lu Qingshan's hired stooges, but now it seemed the technology truly had substance.

But he was still unwilling, about to voice a doubt, when a voice from the other side interrupted.

"This is wild mountain ginseng, at least fifteen years old. This is astragalus, top quality. This is lingzhi, wild, its medicinal effect three times that of cultivated ones…"

The crowd followed the voice and saw Yao Bai'nian standing at the medicine‑material factory entrance, holding several freshly processed herbs, speaking fluently to the agricultural expert in the expert group.

"Master Yao, your eye…"

The agricultural expert looked at the wild mountain ginseng in his hand, his face full of admiration.

The ginseng's shape, grain, and weight indeed matched the characteristics of a fifteen‑year‑old specimen.

"These are basic skills."

Yao Bai'nian said lightly, "The real skill lies in processing. The same medicinal material, with different processing methods, can differ in effect by up to tenfold."

Speaking, he walked to a nearby stir‑fry station and began a live demonstration of the processing of the herbal material.

He moved with practiced skill, his heat control precise, and every detail revealed deep foundation.

"What processing method is this?"

The agricultural expert couldn't help but ask.

"An improved version of the honey‑frying method."

Yao Bai'nian didn't even lift his head, "Traditional honey‑frying takes two hours; my improved version needs only forty minutes, and the efficacy is better retained. The key is temperature control and the choice of honey…"

The agricultural expert listened, entranced, and kept nodding, "This is true inheritance of traditional craftsmanship!"

While everyone was stunned by the various technical displays, Wang Ming was not to be outdone.

He carried a tray filled with different raw materials and came over, "Experts, look at these ingredients; each looks ordinary alone, but after precise proportioning…"

He began mixing on the spot, each ingredient measured to the gram.

Soon, a powder emitting a distinctive scent was completed.

"What is this?"

Group Leader Sun asked curiously.

"A natural preservative."

Wang Ming said proudly, "Its effect surpasses chemical preservatives and is harmless to the human body. The key lies in this proportion…"

The expert group leader stared at the preservative in his hand, his shock beyond words.

Any one of these techniques alone could sustain a company's development.

At that moment, Zhao Lao San could no longer hold back; he shouted, "Comrades, don't be fooled! These people were hired by Lu Qingshan as temporary actors, and these techniques are fake!"

Zhao Lao Wu added from beside him, "Exactly! How does Shanwan Village have so many technical talents? It must be a performance for you!"

Hearing this, Li Jianqiang's face instantly darkened.

He set down the tool in his hand, slowly turned around, his eyes like swords staring straight at Zhao Lao San.

"What did you say? Say it again!"