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"Don't give me that, I have a family to support too."

Zong Ping glanced at him sideways, his hands still busy with his work. "The international crude oil market is booming right now, and the factory's oil drill bits are selling like hotcakes. The profit margin is thin, but at least we can pay everyone's wages—two thousand a month is a sure thing. Go work in your workshop getting that stuff? Ha! If you can't sell it, are you expecting my whole family to starve?"

"I can promise you that the market prospects for lightning-inducing rockets are very broad. As long as we develop them, we will definitely not have to worry about selling them."

Song Xingye assured him.

"Come on, I'm sick and tired of hearing this kind of empty promise."

Zongping looked unconvinced and waved his hand, "Hongxing Factory used to sell bread carts, bottled water, gas stoves, and assembled machines. Every time, they confidently patted their chests and said that this business would definitely be a success and bring in a lot of money, but in the end, they all ended up losing money."

He picked up the drill again and told them to leave:

"Right now, oil drill bits are the factory's lifeline. The company in Africa has placed a huge order, and I'm swamped with work. I have to produce a prototype that satisfies them. As for your rocket thing, you'd better find someone else!"

Song Xingye slunk away from the workshop, but he wasn't discouraged. After all, capable people often have big tempers, so it's understandable.

As for finding someone more capable? Song Xingye shook his head and sighed as he looked at the dilapidated factory. What more capable could he possibly be?

Factory 307 has been declining for many years. Those with connections have already been transferred to other positions through connections, while those who wanted to make money have been poached by private companies with high salaries.

Nowadays, those who can stay in the factory obediently are either mediocre or troublemakers like Zongping, who have eccentric personalities and terrible interpersonal relationships.

Aside from Zongping, Song Xingye had no other choice; he genuinely looked down on everyone else.

So the next morning, while Zongping was processing parts in the workshop, he saw Song Xingye holding a bag of hot breakfast, waiting by his side like a wooden stake.

Zongping didn't stand on ceremony. The canteen chefs had long since quit and were worried about not having breakfast, but someone actually delivered it to their door. He grabbed it and ate it all in a few bites.

After finishing his meal and wiping his mouth, he still had that cold expression. "Don't think you can bribe me with a few steamed buns. I'm absolutely not going to Workshop Five. No way!"

Song Xingye didn't try to persuade him, and strolled back with a smile.

And then the cycle repeats itself.

Whenever he had the chance, Song Xingye would go to Zong Ping's place, bringing him breakfast one day and cigarettes the next.

Zong Ping accepted everything without question, but his attitude remained unchanged.

Over time, Chang Jian, Jiang Mian, and Zhao Yuehe all learned that there was such a eccentric master craftsman in the factory.

Watching Song Xingye buy steamed buns early in the morning, jump out of the car, and rush towards Zongping, Zhao Yuehe couldn't help but whisper sourly to Jiang Mian:

"Look... Anyone who didn't know better would think he was bringing his girlfriend a lovingly prepared breakfast. If he were willing to put that same shamelessness into pursuing a girl, he wouldn't be still single at this age..."

Jiang Mian smiled, narrowing her eyes, and retorted sarcastically, "Aren't you a single dog too? How dare you talk about others like that?"

The two girls were laughing and joking around by the car.

On the other side, Song Xingye carried steamed buns into Zongping's workshop and greeted his coworkers along the way.

He has now completely transformed and is no longer the socially awkward Mr. Song who used to hide from people. Therefore, he has friends to joke with wherever he goes.

However, when he finally reached Zongping's territory, he noticed that something was off about the atmosphere.

Zong Ping stood in front of a machine tool with a dark expression, arms crossed, watching his colleagues from the maintenance department work while incessantly berating them:

"What are you maintenance guys doing? You can't even fix a machine tool properly. Is the factory keeping you bunch of good-for-nothings just for decoration? If you can't fix it, get a replacement right now and stop wasting my time!"

The maintenance staff, angered by the scolding, immediately retorted, "What's with the rush? If you're so capable, fix it yourself! Do you think finding faults is so easy? This is such a large machine tool, with thousands upon thousands of parts, big and small. You have to carefully check everything to find the problem..."

Seeing that Zongping and the maintenance staff were arguing more and more fiercely, and even showing signs of throwing punches, the surrounding workers quickly pulled them apart.

Song Xingye casually pulled a steamed bun from the bag and started eating it, then leaned over to inquire, "What's going on? Why is Zong Gong throwing a tantrum so early in the morning? Who provoked him this time?"

A worker who had become somewhat familiar with him casually took a steamed bun from his bag, eating it while sighing.

"Zong said that the high-precision grinding machine imported from Country R had a problem, and the parts it produced had an error of a few micrometers. None of us noticed it, and we all thought that Zong was being paranoid, but then..."

The worker gave a thumbs up and exclaimed in amazement: "I didn't expect that Engineer Zong would process another part this morning. He took it to be measured, and wow, it's really amazing! There really is an error of 2 micrometers!"

Song Xingye said "Oh," and understood the ins and outs of the matter.

I was listening intently when I reached into my pocket and belatedly realized—

The steamed buns that I brought for Zongping have already been devoured by myself and the other workers who were watching the commotion.

Without batting an eye, he crumpled the empty plastic bag into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, and continued watching as if nothing had happened.

Regarding the malfunction of this high-precision grinding machine, Song Xingye tried to activate his fault prediction eye, but unfortunately found nothing.

This is also expected.

After all, another limitation of the fault-predicting eye is that the host must fully understand the underlying logic and operating principles of the observed object, and it cannot be effective for cross-disciplinary drawings or equipment that it does not understand.

He knew almost nothing about this interdisciplinary device, which he had never even encountered in his previous life, so it was naturally ineffective.

The maintenance department colleagues were equally helpless. They spent a long time checking it, almost disassembling the grinder into eight pieces, but still couldn't solve the problem.

Zongping's fiery temper completely exploded. He looked like he wanted to pull out a hammer and smash someone. "You bunch of good-for-nothings! You've been searching all morning and haven't solved anything! No wonder the factory is doing poorly and losing money every year. It's all because we're supporting a bunch of good-for-nothings like you!"

"Zongping, who the hell are you cursing? You think we're weak in the maintenance department? If you're so capable, then don't call in a repair request. All you do is spout sarcastic remarks..."

The maintenance staff weren't pushovers either; the two sides immediately started shoving each other, and the situation briefly spiraled out of control.

……

Song Xingye bypassed the noisy crowd, slowly walked over, and examined the imported grinding machine with precision issues.

He first circled the equipment twice, then picked up a "Manual of Use" and a "Maintenance Manual" from the side, and squatted down to read them.

There were four books in total. Two of the original Russian manuals were translated into two Chinese versions, but after reading a few sentences, Song Xingye could clearly tell that they were machine-translated.

Many technical terms and proper nouns are not well translated by machine, failing to capture their true meaning.

Terms like "spindle feed" being translated as "feeding the spindle" and "hydraulic loop" becoming "water pressure ring" are filled with nonsensical and awkward vocabulary, leaving readers completely confused.

Fortunately, Song Xingye spent several months in Baikonur, interacting with the Russians face-to-face every day, and his Russian language skills improved rapidly.

He compared it with the original and immediately identified several key translation errors.

"Smack."

He closed the book, dusted off his hands, stood up, and shouted at the crowd.

"Master Zong!"

Zong Ping, who was waving a hammer to scare the maintenance department, glared at him upon hearing this and said irritably, "What are you doing, you brat?"

"I'll help you find a way to fix this grinding machine."

"Who are you trying to fool? You're not a mechanical engineer, how would you fix this thing?"

Zong Ping was sharp-tongued, but he put down his hammer, too lazy to pay attention to the maintenance team, and walked over to stare at Song Xingye suspiciously.

He pointed to Song Xingye's clean collar and cuffs, and sneered, "Kid, how many times have you handled this kind of precision equipment? How dare you be so arrogant? Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

Song Xingye, however, held up the two equipment user manuals and maintenance manuals and waved them around. "Give me three days, three days at most, and I'll give you a satisfactory answer. If it's not resolved by then, you can criticize me however you want."

"Wow, you're quite confident!"

Zongping nodded, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Alright, then I'll wait for your news. If it's not fixed by then, don't blame me for being foul-mouthed and having a bad temper."

Don't worry.

After finishing speaking, Song Xingye turned and left without looking back, carrying the books. "I'll take these two books back to study. You don't mind, do you?"

"Whatever, whatever. Anyway, it's all just scribbles on it, nobody in the factory can understand it."

After leaving the workshop, Song Xingye drove straight to the headquarters building in Zhuanqiao Town.

He is always decisive and efficient in his work, never procrastinating. If he says he will do something within three days, he will never break his promise.

He first went to the East China Institute's archives to retrieve a large number of pictures and documents, and then obtained a thick bilingual dictionary. After that, he locked himself in his room and began a period of seclusion to "devour" the book.

Song Xingye sat quietly at the table, studying and translating unfamiliar vocabulary.

Although he was not good at mechanical processing, he had an extremely high aptitude for learning and a strong ability to comprehend. He could quickly grasp and integrate purely theoretical knowledge.

On the first day, I casually finished reading the equipment operation manual and maintenance manual for that R country precision grinding machine.

The next day, Song Xingye drove back to Jiaotong University.

Although there are many mechanical engineering experts at East China Institute of Mechanical Engineering, they are not very familiar with him. In contrast, he studied at Jiaotong University for nine years and knew quite a few senior professors.

After asking them some questions, many of the doubts that had been accumulating in Song Xingye's mind were resolved.

He stayed up all night for two days, and returned to Zongping's place on the morning of the third day.

From afar, he activated his [Fault Prediction Eye].

Sure enough, deep within the massive grinding machine, a bright red light faintly appeared in sight.

Become!

Song Xingye smiled slightly, a huge weight finally lifted from his heart.

The judgment logic of the [Fault Prediction Eye] was just as he expected—

The host does not need to be a top expert in the field. As long as they can read the manual and understand the underlying logic and operating principle of the device, and reach the "entry" threshold, the system will take effect.

This is enough.

He doesn't need to know how to build machine tools; he just needs to know where they're broken.

Looking at the clear red frame in his field of vision, Song Xingye felt reassured.

The suffering I endured over the past two days and two nights was worth it.

"How's it going, Director Song?"

Zongping, who was standing nearby, put down his work, strolled over with his hands behind his back, and said with a hint of teasing, "There's only one day left. Have you figured anything out yet?"

Song Xingye turned his head with a smile, "Engineer Zong, would you mind calling the brothers from the maintenance department over?"

"Hey, if you can't handle it, just say so. Who hasn't boasted when they were young...?"

"I mean, I know where the problem is."

Upon hearing this, Engineer Zong was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You found the fault? That's impossible! You haven't even stepped into the workshop these past two days, you've just been at home reading books. Did you dream about it?"

Song Xingye smiled without saying a word, but simply made a "please" gesture.

Seeing his confident demeanor, Zongping didn't hesitate and immediately sent someone to call the maintenance department.

A moment later, several repairmen carrying toolboxes reluctantly moved over.

Song Xingye had a clear understanding of his role: to find the source of the problem.

Although a major drawback of the Fault Prediction Eye is that it never tells why there is a fault and requires the host to figure it out on their own, this is not a problem for it.

The maintenance department has so many talented people, each of whom knows more about mechanical engineering than him. It's impossible that they would be helpless after clearly pointing out the fault.

"Director Song, what brilliant idea do you have now?" a worker asked lazily, clearly there to see a joke.

Song Xingye didn't reply and walked straight to the power cabinet of the grinding machine.

"Close the switch."

As the power switch was turned on, the huge grinding machine emitted a deep rumble and began to preheat.

A few seconds later.

"Pull the switch."

Song Xingye then cut off the power, and the machine's noise gradually decreased.

After starting and stopping repeatedly like this several times, he looked at Zongping and the maintenance team, "Have you found any problems?"

Zongping and the maintenance staff looked at each other, dumbfounded and shaking their heads.

What are you listening to? It's just the sound of motors, nothing but motor noise.

Song Xingye stopped keeping him in suspense and stretched out his hand, pointing precisely to the red box marked with the [Fault Prediction Eye].

That was a hydraulic pipeline node inside the machine tool.

"Listen to it again."

Song Xingye closed the switch again, gently pressing his finger on that node.

This time, with a specific direction, Zong Ping leaned closer to that area, his expression instantly shifting from doubt to seriousness.

When the spindle was running at high speed, a very faint buzzing sound was heard.

Zongping slapped his thigh suddenly, realizing something:

"The liquid oxygen pump is making a strange sound!"

He immediately called the maintenance team over, "This part is moving at an abnormal speed and making unusual noises. It's probably because the return valve on oil pipe number three is blocked, causing a slight vibration in the spindle at high speeds. You guys need to take it apart and check it out right away!"

Since Lian Zongping had said so, the maintenance department staff had no doubts and immediately began to disassemble the outer casing and thoroughly inspect the return valve.

This time, the problem with the return valve was indeed discovered.

A very well-hidden piece of iron filings was stuck inside.

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