Courtyard House: Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) Traded for an Aircraft Carrier, the Whole Count

Then, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze shooting like lightning at Yi Zhonghai, who was preparing to laugh at him.

"Since Master Yi says he can't fix it, then please move aside. Don't block everyone's way."

Yi Zhonghai's face stiffened. Being publicly rebuked like this ignited his anger instantly: "Section Chief Jiang, what a big mouth you have! Fine, since you insist on showing off, then I'll watch right here! I want to see how you conjure up this non-existent part out of thin air!"

"Stop making things worse!" Yi Zhonghai raised his voice, trying to rally the crowd. "Comrades, this is the lifeblood of our factory. Can we let an inexperiencer mess things up?"

However, Jiang Chen didn't give him a chance to incite anyone.

He walked directly up to Director Yang, stood at attention, saluted, and his voice was as firm and resounding as the clash of iron:

"Director Yang, I pledge my life!"

"Give me half an hour. If I can't fix it, I, Jiang Chen, will immediately resign from my positions as head of the security department and deputy head of the technical team, and leave the steel rolling mill forever!"

"But what if I fix it—"

Jiang Chen abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping across Yi Zhonghai's astonished face like a blade, finally settling on Factory Director Yang's face:

"From this day forward, all technical scheduling and command authority in the workshop rests with me! Certain so-called 'veterans' must obey unconditionally!"

The pledge has been made, like water spilled, there is no turning back.

The air in the workshop seemed to have solidified into cement, so heavy it was hard to breathe. Factory Director Yang stared intently into Jiang Chen's unwavering eyes. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and nodded sharply.

"Alright! I'll take this gamble! The entire factory, listen to my command and cooperate with Team Leader Jiang!"

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, then turned around. His originally peaceful demeanor suddenly changed, and a murderous aura instantly spread out.

"Clear the area."

He coldly uttered two words.

The security personnel immediately sprang into action, setting up a cordon. "Technical confidentiality! Unauthorized personnel, stand back ten meters! No peeking, no recording!"

In the blink of an eye, a large open space was cleared around the machine. Only Director Yang, Chief Engineer Wang, Deputy Director Li, and Yi Zhonghai, who stubbornly refused to leave and insisted on "supervising," remained.

Yi Zhonghai stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the cordon, a cold smile playing on his lips. He had already planned it out in his mind: once half an hour had passed and Jiang Chen couldn't fix the machine, he would immediately unite the workers to stage a coup and completely oust this arrogant young man from the position.

Without blueprints and spare parts, even a miracle couldn't save us!

Jiang Chen stood with his back to the crowd in front of the massive machine tool. He unbuttoned his cuffs, slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.

Using his body as cover, his consciousness instantly sank into the system store.

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"Payment".

With a flash of light, two items appeared out of thin air in the military green canvas bag he carried with him.

Jiang Chen first took out a silver-gray metal spray can without any labels from his bag. The can gleamed with a cold metallic luster never seen before in this era, exuding a futuristic feel.

"What's that?" Chief Engineer Wang pushed up his glasses and craned his neck.

Jiang Chen held the spray can and gently pressed the nozzle onto the transmission bearings inside the machine, which were rusted from long-term wear and oxidation.

"laugh--"

A wisp of pale blue mist shot out, instantly enveloping the greasy, dirty parts.

The next second, something happened that made everyone's eyes pop out.

Those stubborn old rust and grime that would take half a day to scrub with a wire brush, melted and vaporized at a visible speed the moment they came into contact with the blue mist, just like snow meeting boiling water!

In just a few seconds, the originally dark bearing housing became shiny and new, and even the original texture of the metal was clearly visible, as if it had just come out of the factory.

"This...how is this possible?!" Chief Engineer Wang exclaimed in disbelief, nearly biting his tongue. As a technician, he knew all too well how difficult rust removal was; such immediate results defied the laws of physics!

Yi Zhonghai, who had been holding his arms, unconsciously let his hands fall down, his mouth slightly open, his face full of disbelief.

Before they could recover from their shock, Jiang Chen took out the core component from the canvas bag.

It was an alloy gear that gleamed with a faint blue light.

Its material is not the gray cast iron or carbon steel commonly used in this era, but a special alloy with a deep color and a delicate texture that resembles liquid metal. Every facet of the gear is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a dazzling cold gleam under the dim workshop lights.

"This precision..." Engineer Wang knew his stuff; just a glance at the gleam of the gears from afar sent chills down his spine. This level of machining precision was something even the Germans, let alone Soviet experts, might not be able to achieve!

Jiang Chen ignored the gasps behind him. He lifted the heavy gear with one hand, picked up the tool with the other, and instantly activated his [Basic Mechanical Mastery] ability.

His hands seemed to transform into precise mechanical arms, disassembling, cleaning, installing, and calibrating with fluid movements, without a trace of unnecessary tremor or hesitation.

"Click".

A crisp, melodious metallic clanging sound rang out.

The broken part that had driven the entire factory to despair was perfectly filled by this flawless alloy gear.

"Power it on." Jiang Chen stood up, casually tossed the tools back into his bag, and said calmly.

At this moment, only fifteen minutes had passed since he made the pledge.

As if waking from a dream, Wang Gong turned off the power switch with trembling hands.

"Buzz—"

The power is switched on. The indicator light illuminates. The massive flywheel begins to slowly rotate.

The distinctive heavy roar that once characterized the T-34 machine tool when it started up was gone, replaced by an extremely faint, steady, and even rhythmic buzzing sound.

That's the sound that comes from when the mechanical structure reaches perfect balance.

The machine is running!

And it spins faster and more steadily than before!

"Quickly! Load and test!" Factory Director Yang shouted excitedly, his voice cracking.

A skilled worker quickly clamped a steel ingot. The blade cut in, with only a slight hissing sound, and sparks of steel flowed out smoothly like a fountain.

One minute later, the part came off the production line.

Engineer Wang rushed over like a madman, holding a micrometer in his hand, measuring the part again and again.

Once, twice, three times.

He abruptly raised his head, his face streaked with tears, holding the still-hot part in his hand, and hoarsely exclaimed, "Precision...precision is even higher than the standards on the blueprints! It's a whole level higher than when the Soviet experts were here! Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"boom!"

A deafening cheer erupted in the workshop. The workers, who had been holding back their emotions for so long, threw their hats into the air, and some even broke down in tears.

Factory Director Yang was trembling with excitement. He rushed to Jiang Chen, grabbed his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and exclaimed, "Little Jiang! You...you are a hero of our factory! You are a hero of the nation!"

Deputy Factory Director Li stood aside, his expression shifting unpredictably. In the end, he could only force a smile and join in the applause, though the sound was unusually dry.

Jiang Chen remained calm, as if he had done something insignificant. He withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped away non-existent grease from his fingertips. Then he turned around, his gaze passing through the cheering crowd and landing precisely on the old man whose face was ashen and who looked as if he had lost his parents.