Who's going to be the female lead's simp? Aren't the supporting female characters mor

Night had fallen in the western suburbs of Beijing.

The rain poured down, and the raindrops pounded on the newly renovated corrugated steel roof of the Hongxing Machinery Factory, making a series of loud popping sounds.

Inside the factory, however, the lights were on, as bright as day.

Two hundred heavy, black machine tools stood in neat rows, like silent behemoths.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of machine oil and cutting fluid, a scent most familiar to industrialists.

"Mr. Bai, are you... are you really sure you don't want to change the knife?"

Zhao Xuemin held a blueprint in his hand, his palms were sweaty, and his voice was trembling.

He looked at Bai Jingyou standing in front of the CNC console as if he were looking at a madman who pretended to know everything. "The spindle speed limit of this batch of old machine tools is only 8,000 RPM. The parameter you gave... is for cutting titanium alloy! If the speed goes higher, the cutter head will explode!"

Not only Zhao Xuemin, but also several other veteran technicians from Longteng Precision Machinery who had been forcibly recruited, all looked ashen-faced.

In their view, this was not a technological upgrade at all; it was destroying their precious old buddies.

"Engineer Zhao, the limits of hardware are often locked by software."

Bai Jingyou took off his trench coat, leaving him in only a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his smooth forearms.

He typed rapidly with one hand on the control panel, which was full of gibberish, his expression as focused as if he were playing the piano.

"The core logic of the 'Light Shuttle' system written by Bai Qianqian's team isn't about head-on collisions, but about force control," Bai Jingyou said without turning his head. "It uses millisecond-level dynamic compensation to offset the vibration of the main shaft. Just watch, even an old ox can pull a Ferrari."

[I don't know if I can pull a Ferrari, I only know that if I don't stop, I'll blow up with it.]

Chen Mo stood to the side, nervously swallowing, and subconsciously stepped in front of Jiang Mengyao to shield her.

Jiang Mengyao gently pushed Chen Mo away, her beautiful eyes fixed on Bai Jingyou's profile. The way this man looked when he was serious possessed a fatal attraction.

"Loading complete."

Bai Jingyou pressed the Enter key, a slight smile curving his lips. "First power-on self-test, begin."

On the screen, the previously rudimentary and dull blue interface vanished instantly, replaced by a futuristic, streamlined black UI. Countless lines of green code cascaded down like a waterfall, moving at a dizzying speed.

"Buzz—"

The old machine tool, which had been dormant for three years, emitted a low hum.

Zhao Xuemin was startled.

No! The sound is wrong!

Previously, when this machine tool started up, it sounded like an asthmatic patient, with noticeable gear grinding and motor noise. But now, the sound is smooth, deep, and stable, just like... a top-of-the-line imported product that just came out of the factory!

"Device it." Bai Jingyou gave the order calmly.

The robotic arm deftly picked up a silver-gray titanium alloy blank and sent it into the processing chamber.

"Sizzle—"

There was no piercing shriek, only a fine, tearing sound like silk being torn. Coolant splashed, and silvery metal shavings danced like snowflakes inside the sealed chamber, tracing graceful arcs.

Everyone held their breath.

Zhao Xuemin stared wide-eyed at the rapidly spinning main shaft.

stable!

That's too stable!

Even with the naked eye, it was clear that the cutting head's trajectory was completely smooth, without the slightest vibration. He had never seen such a smoothness on a German five-axis machine tool!

Five minutes later.

"Processing complete."

As the green light came on, the hatch slowly opened.

Bai Jingyou picked up a white towel and reached out to remove the still-warm part.

It was an oddly shaped gear, no bigger than a walnut, with a smooth, mirror-like surface that reflected a cold light under the lamp.

"Zhao, inspect the goods." Bai Jingyou tossed it over casually.

Zhao Xuemin hurriedly caught it with both hands, as if catching a newborn baby.

He trembled as he pulled the micrometer from his pocket, took a deep breath, and pressed it into place.

"Click".

All eyes were focused on that small dial.

A deathly silence.

Zhao Xuemin's lips trembled, and his eyes instantly reddened. He rubbed his eyes hard and took the test again.

It's still the same number.

"Whoosh—"

The surrounding workers were in an uproar, crowding around to get a peek at the micrometer.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"With this level of surface smoothness, it doesn't even need polishing, right?"

"Mr. Bai, is this system really made in China?"

Bai Jingyou took the wet wipe Jiang Mengyao handed him, wiped the grease off his hands, and said calmly, "As long as you don't give up, there's always a way. Shen Wanshan thinks he can strangle me by locking down high-end equipment? He doesn't know that the most sophisticated instrument in the world is not a machine tool, but the human brain."

Jiang Mengyao looked at the spirited man in front of her, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

She knew that after tonight, the manufacturing landscape of the capital would be completely transformed.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Shen Family Villa.

"What did you say?"

Shen Wanshan, wearing a bathrobe and holding a glass of bright red tomato juice, stared at Lin Lan kneeling on the ground with a sinister look. "You mean Bai Jingyou's scrap metal recycling station had its lights on all night last night?"

"Yes...yes, Second Young Master." Lin Lan lowered her head, not daring to look Shen Wanshan in the eye. "And...and I also heard that they sent out invitations this morning, saying they're going to hold some kind of new product launch and invite all the media in Beijing to attend."

"A new product launch?"

Shen Wanshan laughed, his shoulders shaking with laughter. A few drops of tomato juice spilled from his hand and landed on the white carpet, a shocking sight.

"Holding a press conference with a pile of industrial waste? Is Bai Jingyou trying to make a spectacle of himself for the entire capital, as if he doesn't want to die soon enough?"

Shen Wanshan tilted his head back and drank the tomato juice in one gulp, then casually smashed the crystal glass against the wall.

"Snap!"

Glass shattered everywhere.

"Since he wants to put on a show, I'll give him the biggest stage." Shen Wanshan licked the red juice from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Lin Lan, you take some men. Call all those old fogies from the Industrial Association, and the people from the Quality Supervision Bureau too. I want to utterly disgrace him in front of everyone."

"Understood! Don't worry, Second Young Master, I'll make the arrangements right away!" Lin Lan felt as if she had been granted a pardon and ran out as fast as she could.

……

10:00 AM, Hongxing Machinery Factory.

The once deserted factory gate was now filled with luxury cars, and cameras and microphones were scattered all over the place.

It wasn't just the shady media arranged by Shen Wanshan; the high-stakes gamble at last night's summit had already spread throughout the industry, and many colleagues waiting to see the joke had also taken action.

"Is this the factory that claims to challenge international precision standards?"

An elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit and wearing thick-rimmed glasses stood at the door, looking at the mottled wall, and snorted disdainfully.

He was Liu Changqing, the vice president of the Beijing Industrial Association. A notoriously stubborn old man, he was also a frequent guest of the Shen family for many years.

"Old Liu, please take a break." Lin Lan said obsequiously as she helped Liu Changqing up. "This Bai Jingyou is just a clown trying to attract attention. When we go in later, you only need to ask him a couple of professional questions, and I guarantee he'll expose his true colors."

"Hmph, these young people nowadays, they don't do anything productive, they just do all sorts of superficial things." Liu Changqing said with his hands behind his back, looking like he was giving orders.

The door slowly opened.

Bai Jingyou led Jiang Mengyao and Chen Mo out.

Today, Bai Jingyou wore a sharp black suit, his hair was combed back, revealing his full forehead, and he exuded a powerful aura.

"Welcome, everyone, to DeepBlue Intelligent Manufacturing Base." Bai Jingyou smiled and opened his arms.

"Stop patting yourself on the back!" Lin Lan jumped out first, pointing at Bai Jingyou's nose and shouting, "What intelligent manufacturing? Isn't it just a bunch of junk that nobody else wants? Bai Jingyou, didn't you say you wanted to show us 'Made in China'? Where's the stuff? Show it to us!"

The reporters' flashes went off wildly, and the microphones were practically shoved into Bai Jingyou's face.

"Mr. Bai, are you really using discarded machine tools for production?"

"Some experts have pointed out that this is a waste of investors' money. What is your response?"

Despite the commotion, Bai Jingyou maintained his calm and composed smile.

He didn't answer, but simply turned to the side and gestured for them to proceed.

"Facts speak louder than words. Please come in, everyone."

A large group of people poured into Workshop No. 1.

As soon as he entered, Liu Changqing, who was ready to start his sarcastic remarks, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Not only him, but everyone in the know was stunned at that moment.

The workshop was very clean.

It wasn't the kind of spotless cleanliness that comes from a fresh cleaning, but rather an extremely orderly and tidy appearance.

The ground was marked with clear yellow warning lines, and each old machine tool was wiped spotless, with some strange black modules and sensors installed on it.

Most importantly, it's so quiet here.

Two hundred machines running simultaneously produced no deafening roar, only a low-frequency hum like the flapping of a swarm of bees, which, after listening for a while, even gave people a strange sense of comfort.

"Playing tricks!" Lin Lan didn't understand technology, but he felt very uncomfortable with the atmosphere. He strode over to the nearest machine tool, pointed to the part being processed, and said, "Old Liu, look! It's definitely cutting tofu! How could it be metal at such a speed?"

Liu Changqing stepped forward with a frown.

At that moment, the machine stopped.

The operator, wearing white gloves, respectfully removed the finished product and placed it on a tray.

It was an extremely complex turbine blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, with edges so sharp they seemed capable of cutting through the air.

Liu Changqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The machining of such curved surfaces is extremely difficult. Even with imported five-axis CNC machine tools, it requires a very long machining time and repeated polishing.

But he clearly saw that this old-fashioned three-axis machine tool only took less than ten minutes!

"This...this is impossible..." Liu Changqing's hands trembled as he tried to grab the leaf.

"Old Liu, watch your hands." Bai Jingyou appeared behind him at some point, his voice gentle yet sharp. "This was processed according to aircraft engine standards, it wasn't passivated, it's very sharp."

Liu Changqing ignored him, picked up the leaf and looked at it under the light.

perfect.

There were no knife marks, no flaws. The cold, metallic luster made it a work of art.

"This...this was made by this machine?" Liu Changqing turned around abruptly, staring intently at the old machine with the "Longteng Precision" nameplate on it.

"Genuine, no doubt about it." Bai Jingyou snapped his fingers.

Chen Mo immediately stepped forward and handed Liu Changqing a newly printed test report, while also showing it to the surrounding media.

Chen Mo's voice resounded throughout the venue through the loudspeaker, "In addition, this is the first product we are going to release—Deep Blue One Micro Turbine, which is specifically designed for... heavy-duty drones."

"Whoosh!"

The whole place erupted in chaos.

Heavy-duty drones!

That is currently the most sought-after field internationally, and it is also the field that the Shen family has always wanted to enter but has been unable to break through due to the insufficient precision of core components!

Lin Lan's face turned pale instantly.

He may not understand technology, but he understands business.

If Bai Jingyou can really build this thing, then all the imported equipment that the Shen family spent a lot of money to stockpile will instantly become a pile of scrap metal!

Because Bai Jingyou's costs are only one-tenth of theirs!

"It's fake! It must be fake!" Lin Lan screamed hysterically, rushing forward to grab the blade. "This must be an imported product he bought in advance! Don't let him fool you!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

It wasn't Bai Jingyou who did it.

It was Liu Changqing.

The old expert, who had just been ready to find fault, now had a flushed face. He slapped Lin Lan across the face and shouted angrily, "Shut up! Ignorant brat! There's still residual heat from the cutting fluid on these blades. Do you think I've wasted my fifty years of life?!"

Lin Lan was stunned by the blow and stood there dumbfounded, covering her face.