Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 202 Growing Bigger and Stronger! Creating New Glory!
Although craft brewing equipment isn't anything high-end, it doesn't even have anything that can be called "patented," let alone "secret."

But this was indeed Zhai Da's first time doing "reverse engineering".

"Reverse engineering" is an indispensable part of the industrial sector, and it has been as ubiquitous as the word "technology" throughout history and across the world.

Don't talk about intellectual property issues. In a decade or so, when domestic industries upgrade, foreign countries will study you relentlessly, dismantling cars, robots, and dissecting code. They won't hold back at all.

After the demolition is complete, they should publish a book and a report so that the whole world knows.

Studying you is acknowledging your level of expertise; being able to bypass your patents and copy your work is normal business competition.

If you still can't handle it after all that, then it's called "you're disrupting the market and causing overcapacity."

Therefore, there is absolutely no moral pressure to "do reverse engineering". Those who think that "reverse engineering" is disrespectful to intellectual property rights are being misled.

The craft brewing prototype was disassembled into the smallest possible parts, and then Zhai Da and Xu Xuejun added their own needs and considerations to optimize it into a more suitable solution.

Design, modeling, fabrication, assembly, and debugging.
Reverse engineering! It involves using a physical object to decipher its secrets, explore its underlying principles, and then create something more powerful and superior.

Zhai Da used to focus on only one type of content, such as fine processing, which was like shooting at a target in the void. Now, he is playing live-action CS.

Carrying his grandfather's notes with him every day provided a "buff to enhance his learning ability in metalworking," and he felt that he was making rapid progress!
"Craftsmanship" and "knowledge" have truly come together. Take CAD for example. In his previous life, he had taken a few tedious courses in college and wondered what the point of this nonsense was. Why bother drawing a nut or something? It was a complete waste of time.

But now I realize that if you feel what you've learned is useless, it might be because you haven't found a place to use it.
Arts subjects aside
Inside the Industrial Innovation Center, Zhai Da could often be seen busily working, and Wu Qiang would occasionally come over to check on him. As for the small amount of metal consumed...
The Great Sage of Balance said that it was just a little bit of hardship and nothing to worry about.

In Zhengxin Building, during a university physics class, before the teacher arrived, Zhai Da took a break to open his laptop and model the parts for the car he would be getting from the Industrial Innovation Center that evening.

That five-axis CNC machine is difficult to use for making Wan Chunrong's leaves, but it can easily handle the parts of Chedian craft brewing equipment, making it as easy as "biting off a hornet's nest".

Shen Zixuan, who was passing by, glanced curiously at Zhai Da's screen and his body trembled violently:
"Holy crap! There's a CAD drawing assignment? How come I didn't know?! Oh no, when is it due?! I haven't even downloaded the pirated software yet!"

Zhai Da glanced back at the other person: "This isn't homework, it's for my own use."

Shen Zixuan scratched his head. Was there really such a thing as "for personal use" for this thing?

For freshmen, turning what they "learn" into "use," or even building their own careers, is still too far away.

"By the way, are you free this weekend? Want to grab a bite to eat together?"

Zhai Da continued fiddling with the computer without turning his head, replying emotionlessly, "Eating? A class get-together?"

Actually, I was already thinking about how to refuse.

Asking one more question is to make it seem like Iron Tongue isn't so heartless.

"Not in our class. We went to Erlong Mountain during the National Day holiday with some beautiful girls from Harbin Normal University. We're planning a second get-together this time."

To be precise, the last National Day trip was much smaller because Zhai Da didn't come. In the end, there were less than ten people, and all the girls were from Harbin Normal University. Moreover, they didn't seem very satisfied after the trip, probably because they felt there weren't any handsome guys here.

The only bright spot was hearing that the famous writer Zhai Da was their classmate, which made them so excited that they couldn't sleep all night.

Perhaps the atmosphere at Harbin Normal University is different from that at Harbin Institute of Technology; three out of the five girls are fans of Zhai Da's books.

If it weren't for using Zhai Da's name this time, they probably wouldn't have been willing to come.
Unfortunately, having dinner with a group of girls he doesn't know is usually because he's lonely and bored, and Zhai Da's situation only touches on the last one.
Harbin has gotten several degrees colder.
"You know I have half as many courses as you do, and I have a lot of academic pressure. Let's talk about it next time."

There will be another time when someone refuses.

Shen Zixuan smacked his lips and could only nod.

It's not surprising.

He was actually one of the more worldly-wise people his age, and he knew that Zhai Da was not on the same level as them. But when people are controlled by hormones, they can get up in the middle of the night to seek guidance, let alone this little bit of embarrassment of being rejected.

After Shen Zixuan left, there was a period of time when no one disturbed Zhai Da until the bell for class was about to ring, when a pair of "breasts" appeared in front of Zhai Da.

Zhai Da looked up in confusion. He was sitting down, and normally when someone was standing in front of him, there should be "a pair of legs" visible.

Someone is kneeling in front of me?
Looking up, he saw Ge Qiaoqiao, the "fortune teller," looking at him smugly, her hands in her hoodie pockets, her back straight.

Oh, it's you. Now "a pair of breasts" makes sense.

Of course, it's not that Ge Qiaoqiao has a great figure; it's mainly that the sweatshirt has a distinct front and back.

Ge Qiaoqiao revealed a single canine tooth and asked, "Junior Zhai, are you in this class?"

Zhai Da looked around and asked, "This is a first-year course. Are you here to retake it?"

"What do you mean by retaking the course? Didn't I already say I'm getting a guaranteed spot in graduate school?"

Zhai Da thought to himself, "There are many types of postgraduate recommendation, and some of them don't conflict with retaking courses. What if your 4.0 GPA is just bragging?"

Ge Qiaoqiao laughed and said, "This course teacher is my mentor, and I am your teaching assistant. I'll look after you from now on. You can hand in your assignments as you see fit, I'll turn a blind eye to one thing and a blind eye to the other."

Oh, a teaching assistant? Ge Qiaoqiao seems to be majoring in applied physics, but can a senior become a teaching assistant?
Not necessarily. Many students who are recommended for postgraduate studies have already "joined forces" with their advisors, and it's not impossible that they might be recruited by their advisors as "laborers."

Zhai Da smiled and said, "Okay, I'll rely on you from now on."

Ge Qiaoqiao was pleasantly surprised to meet Zhai Da; at least being a teaching assistant wouldn't be so boring.

"By the way, what happened to your club? Did it get rejected?"

Zhai Da was taken aback, then realized he'd been so busy lately he'd forgotten! He hadn't had time to think about it!

I quickly connected to the campus network, opened my email, and found a letter signed by the Harbin Institute of Technology Student Committee amidst a bunch of job offers from "publishing houses," inexplicable "copyright cooperation" requests, and even more junk messages.

Upon clicking, I saw that the club had indeed approved his application and told him to pick up the materials at the student activity center. The message was sent three days ago.

Zhai Da said to Ge Qiaoqiao, "The application is complete! You are now an official member of the club."

Ge Qiaoqiao's eyes darted around: "That's it? I don't feel anything at all. Aren't you going to arrange a dinner or something?"

Zhai Da thought of the small "Mist Tavern" and said, "Give me some time, I'll make the arrangements."

At least wait until the first beer is brewed.
Otherwise, you'd just be sitting there absorbing formaldehyde.

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As the days went by, the replica craft brewing equipment became more and more perfect. It was easy to handle all sizes and specifications of stainless steel barrels and the like. Zhai Da made the small gadgets himself, while Xu Xuejun oversaw the overall work.

Song Wu has also begun preparations for brewing, including malt, hops, and yeast. Although when I told him to "do something that people in China don't understand right now, just make it look decent," Song Wu still has high standards for himself and wants to demonstrate his value.

On November 3, seven days after Xu Xuejun and Song Wu arrived, the first "self-developed craft brewing equipment" was successfully completed.

Zhai Da, Wu Yue, Song Wu, and even Wu Yue's cousin Wang Xiaolong, all the core members, came to witness this moment.

Looking at the work in front of him, Zhai Da felt it was amazing; it was completely different from making a single part.

Through his and Xu Xuejun's improvements, the saccharification tank and heating tank are fixed, while the "fermentation tank" is made into a separate, mobile unit, which greatly improves the efficiency of equipment utilization.

The overall size is also much larger than the "prototype" machine used in pubs. Under full-load operation and precise scheduling, one set of equipment can produce 800 liters per day, with the ratio of sugar/heat system to fermentation tank reaching 1:8.

To be honest, this energy efficiency is already quite high. Any higher and it wouldn't be like "craft beer" but rather "industrial beer".

Maybe I can work on this in the future.
Zhai Da felt a great sense of accomplishment, as if he had written an excellent novel, which was also his real work: "To be honest, I have mastered the technology of this thing, and registering a patent will definitely not be a problem."

Xu Xuejun took a drag of his cigarette. It wasn't that he hadn't done something this "big" before, but it had been a long time since he started "research and reverse engineering," and he still felt "exhilarated."

After years of making sofas, coffee tables, and cabinets, he finally put his skills to good use. Fortunately, he never stopped learning, and his small room was filled with books besides his bed.

Otherwise, Zhai Da might really make a fool of us this time.

"No rush. We'll make a second and a third set later. There's still room for improvement in the technology. I can handle the rest myself. You have enough parts from the Harbin Institute of Technology's lathe. I'll contact you again if I need any changes."

Then everyone fell silent.
Zhai Da pondered for a moment, then looked at Song Wu: "And then? What's the next step?"

It seems to have suddenly gotten stuck.
Song Wu clenched his fist heavily: "Disinfect, dry!"

"What happens next?"

"Give me seven days, and I'll treat you to pale ale."

Wu Yue nodded: "Then I'll start preparing to recruit people and form a freight team."

Zhai Da suddenly said, "Let's shout a slogan! Give me a hand!"

He was the first to raise his hand.

Wu Yue understood immediately and placed his hand on the back of Zhai Da's hand.

Song Wu was even more excited and rushed forward. Wang Xiaolong was a little shy, as it was a bit too fashionable for him, but he still stepped forward.

Then the four of them looked at Xu Xuejun together.

Xu Xuejun scoffed, "You young people go do your own thing, don't drag me into it."

The four of them looked at him without saying a word.

One second. Two seconds. Ten seconds.
Xu Xuejun stubbed out his cigarette:
"Ugh! So annoying!"

He turned his head to the side, but his hand still obediently rested on hers.

The four young people exchanged a smile.

"Then, 3, 2, 1!"

"*&%￥&#！@"X5
"What the hell? How can anyone be shouting 'May the world be unified for eternity'?"

"Wait a minute, at least let's agree on a slogan. What should we shout?"

"Zhai Da, you speak."

A few seconds later, in the still empty craft brewery, a few unseen people shouted a unified slogan.

"Let's start again! 3, 2, 1!"

"To grow bigger and stronger! To create new glories!!!"

"Wait. Why is it 'again'?"

As the view gradually recedes, the "Mist Tavern," which was merely a facade, is completely empty, radiating a warm light alone on the cold old street.

From a broader perspective, in a wider world, countless bars and nightclubs in Nangang District and even the entire city of Harbin are eagerly waiting to have their doors knocked on.
　I wonder if anyone else has noticed this.

　　(*▽*) So cute~
　　Although Xiao Xin only updated twice, both were long chapters!

　　The daily average is close to 7000~
　　Love you all~
　　Oh right, I still owe the Alliance Leader one chapter and ask for leave for one more.
　　Sigh~ I'm going back to writing now!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)