Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 450 The Pinnacle of Human Industry
Police cars led the way, and the huge truck drove slowly, with little behind it.

Inside the enclosed carriage, there were first countless straps, then a metal box, then anti-collision materials, and then more straps.

It highlights the impermanence of life, like the large intestine enclosing the small intestine.

"Hey, hey, we're here! I said we're here!"

The driver jumped out of the cab and felt a sudden sense of relief. He was carrying tens of millions of dollars worth of goods on his back and was afraid of vibrations, dust, and sudden braking.

We were extremely careful the whole way, afraid that even a fart would hit the person behind us.

However, it was still quite enjoyable to have a police escort for the last stretch of the road.

There were more than a dozen truck drivers like him in the parking lot, and it seemed like there was still a steady stream of new ones coming.

Wow, this factory is really rich! No wonder it's under the research institute!
The staff member came forward to check the delivery note and gave the driver a sign: "Loading and unloading will be done in order. It is expected to be completed within 6 hours. There will be compensation if it takes more than 6 hours. You can go to the rest area to drink some water, but you can't smoke. Remember, you absolutely cannot smoke, including outside the factory area. If you really can't hold it in, go outside the factory area."

The warehouse manager looked young, but he was very efficient. The driver had no objections to this, since smoking was not allowed in chemical plants, fireworks factories, and the like.

Further in, the trucks lined up at the front were slowly driving into the logistics channel, which was a long passageway.

The first hurdle is rinsing the chassis and tires with pure water.

Several young men in overalls came from all directions with high-pressure spray nozzles, spraying everywhere. Even the obvious dirt above the chassis was washed away, and the 5μm filtered pure water carried the sludge and dust out through the drain.

The driver got out of the car and handed over the keys with a grin, knowing he had saved money on a car wash.

A person wearing a cleanroom suit and holding an A-class driver's license was then driven into the next area.

The second hurdle: a 0.1μm filtered compressed air curtain wall, repeatedly blown throughout.

The car doesn't need to move; the 270° frame damper sweeps automatically, producing a tremendous noise that makes your ears ring.

The third hurdle: antistatic ion wind, similar to the previous structure but with less wind pressure, neutralizes surface charge.

The driver's cab door was kept closed and the air conditioning was not turned on throughout the entire process.

Finally, staff wearing cleanroom suits use a surface particle counter to check the particle count, which must be reduced to less than 100 particles per square meter before the material can be officially put into the factory.

At this point, the truck's surface is cleaner than most people's new energy girlfriends or boyfriends, but in the semiconductor classification, its cleanliness level is only level 8.

They can only enter the buffer zone, where the packaging box will be lifted, disassembled, and reassembled, and then each component and device will undergo the same steps again.

Small parts have a special "laminar flow workbench", and even a single bolt has to be blown open to remove it.

Until it went from level 8 all the way down to level 1.

Finally, it was delivered to installation engineers such as Zhai Da.

The floors, ceilings, appliances, and walls all have their own special standards, and the wheels of the handcarts are made of specially made silicone-free antistatic rubber.

To ensure orderliness, there are clear regulations for all employees and all procedures.

Such a complex and massive production organization task could not have been carried out without months of preparation and training.

This is the allure of the pinnacle of human industrial achievement.

This is a complex systems engineering project.

Fortunately, Zhai Da had his teacher's "On Systems Engineering," otherwise, without the support of a senior factory manager, he would have been unable to clarify and build his own system.

Busy figures moved around the huge factory, equipment components were manually pushed to various pre-installation areas, and the installation and commissioning team led by Zhai Da was already busy everywhere.

Dozens of recent graduates from Harbin Institute of Technology also underwent long-term training there, and most of them were assigned to the "installation and commissioning group" to assist.

There were also many engineers sent by the external equipment suppliers.

From the moment the first batch of goods arrived in the morning, the work began non-stop. The most painful part was going to the toilet, which was a complicated and long process. However, the factory rules did not allow the use of diapers because diapers themselves are a source of pollution.

On the contrary, we must prevent people from dehydrating themselves in order to reduce toilet visits, and we need to monitor everyone's water intake.

It is estimated that this work will continue for more than half a month before the huge factory is filled to a suitable condition and can begin trial production.

Zhai Da worked from morning till night, only stopping his busy day around 9 p.m. because the installation and debugging team members were exhausted.

After touring the three-story factory, I was overwhelmed by the sight of all the designated locations piled high with equipment waiting to be installed.

When I took off the cleanroom suit, the world felt so much cleaner.
In fact, if he were to use his full power and allocate points to Deep Blue, his efficiency as a single person might not be worse than that of dozens of people, as long as he controls the monitoring to prevent large-scale paranormal events from being filmed.

But he can't stay in the factory forever; there are still many things to do in the future.

Thinking oneself a superman, only to end up being reduced to a mere tool, is utterly unwise!
In the locker room, "Airship" Qi Lin sniffed his armpits.

It didn't have the flavor of cumin, but it did have the flavor of fermented rice wine, after all, it had been sitting in the oven all day.

After taking a big gulp of electrolyte water, Qi Lin said, "We should be the last ones to leave work, right? The others have probably already gone back to their dorms."

Zhai Da nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Let me take you back to the city."

They got into the Volvo and left the factory area in the night. The security guard at the gate was still the same young man, quietly reading a book with his head down. But he was quite clever; he had placed a small mirror on the windowsill, and the angle of the reflection ensured that the car headlights would shine just on his face. He immediately got up and opened the door.

He stood ramrod straight and gave a salute.

As the sliding gate slowly opened for a few seconds, Zhai Da casually asked, "Switched to the night shift? Aren't you tired?"

The young man subconsciously replied, "It's not tiring at all; in fact, it makes reading easier."

Then a sharp alarm went off in my head: Spicy pills!
"Uh, I don't read books, I never read books, I'm just a security guard."

Zhai Da didn't pay any attention to the incoherent explanation. In just a few seconds, the retractable gate had opened to the appropriate width. Zhai Da smiled and said, "As long as it doesn't interfere with work, it's good to read more books."

Then I stepped on the gas and drove into the night.

Only half a sentence from the young security guard remained, drifting away in the wind.

"Mr. Zhai, security guards can be reassigned."

In the car, Qi Lin slumped in the back seat.

He had even made plans with his girlfriend to be intimate tonight, but now all he wants to do is lie flat and not move.

Huh? It doesn't seem to have any effect.
"President, I feel like my physical strength and energy are not as good as before since I left Harbin. Am I getting old?"

Zhai Da laughed: "You old cod neck, you just put in a lot of effort."

It was probably because there was no bonus from "Executing Old Yu" that everyone was full of energy and vitality when they were in Harbin. Qi Lin could work all day and all night.

But given the current circumstances, this is the best we can do.

"Next month, part of the circular headquarters should be ready for use. The environment there is good, and it's energizing to work there."

The car drove into the city, which was much more lively than Sunmazhuang. However, the lack of nightlife in the scattered provinces remained unchanged here; it looked bright, but there were actually not many people around.

The car stopped at the dormitory building, which is a mixed-use commercial and residential building. Each room is about 60 square meters. The research institute rents rooms here in batches to provide for employees from other places, engineers, and members of π.

Rent is very cheap in small towns.

After Qi Lin got out of the car, he saw a bar at the bottom of the building with warm yellow lights, where many people were drinking and chatting.

"President, would you like to have a drink? I mean, sit down for a bit?"

Zhai Da thought for a moment. Today was his first day at the factory, so he decided to chat with everyone. He locked the car door and they walked over there together.

However, as he was walking, a familiar figure passed by in the night, and Zhai Da looked in that direction.

His dark skin and white shirt made him quite memorable. Meng Tao carried a plastic bag and walked away while talking on the phone.

"What? Roast suckling pig? I'm not eating it, you guys eat it yourselves. I have something to do tomorrow and can't go."

"Wait a minute. Your family is so poor, where did you get a roast suckling pig? Is there a feast in the village?"

As he was speaking, Meng Tao froze, standing still in the middle of the road.

"You ate the piglet I gave you?! You ate the piglet I gave you?!"

I was so shocked that I repeated it twice.

The dark-skinned young man stomped his foot angrily: "You! Liu Neng, you just wait, I'll deal with you tomorrow! I'll call your village chief to come out and settle this!"

He couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, but Meng Tao was so angry he spun around on the spot: "Speak Mandarin! Give it to your son, give the phone to your son!"

"Hello!? Hello?!"

The dark-skinned youth cursed under his breath, panting heavily, and then saw two people watching him from a distance.

"Uh, Mr. Zhai."

Zhai Da glanced at the contents of the other party's transparent plastic bag: two steamed buns and a bottle of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce.

Hmm. Maybe it's a knock-off; it seems to say "veteran cadre" on it.
"Have you eaten?"

Meng Tao subconsciously hid the plastic bag behind his back: "Uh, not yet, I just got off work and didn't have time."

Zhai Da smiled but didn't expose him. He patted the other person's shoulder, and the force he received made him realize that the young man was not strong at all, and was even quite thin.

He simply stood tall and straight.

Looking around, there was a run-down Anhui beef noodle shop, and a misty tavern that radiated a warm yellow light and gathered geniuses.

Without hesitation, Zhai Da pointed to the Misty Tavern and invited:

"Let's go, let's grab something to eat, it's on me."

Meng Tao instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he thought of Wang Xue's stall right across from the instrument factory, he nodded and followed her.

(End of this chapter)