Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Lou Xiao'e stood up straight, her eyes flashing with the sharpness of a business assassin.

"Don't worry, Godfather. All the shipping manifests have been broken up and reassembled. They are nominally 'large agricultural harvester parts' exported to several agricultural countries in Southeast Asia. The cargo ship will change flags and disguise itself three times on the high seas. The final destination is our southern No. 0 secret harbor."

"Alright. Things could change in the meantime. Notify the port to load the ship and set sail immediately tonight!"

A month and a half later.

Southern Special District, Zero Dark Harbor.

A rare autumn downpour swept across the entire bay. Gale-force winds whipped up large raindrops that pounded against the containers on the dock with a deafening roar.

Chen Feng, wearing a black raincoat, stood like an iron tower in the wind and rain.

Behind him, more than a hundred fully armed special operations team members completely sealed off the dock. An entire field regiment was also conducting martial law on the outer perimeter.

On the sea, a 50,000-ton ocean-going cargo ship flying the flag of a Southeast Asian country slowly entered this absolute restricted area, guided by a military icebreaker.

"Sir, the target vessel has successfully docked. There are no tails along the way," Chen Feng reported loudly into the walkie-talkie.

A few minutes later, three bulletproof jeeps drove directly onto the dock.

Lin Yang pushed open the car door without an umbrella. He strode towards the huge cargo ship, braving the wind and rain.

The heavy springboard was lowered.

The roar of the cranes sounded particularly powerful in the stormy night. One after another, giant containers, tightly wrapped in waterproof and shockproof tarpaulins, were steadily hoisted onto heavy military trailers that had been waiting at the dock.

This contains the true "pacemaker" of China's heavy industry.

"Move out immediately." Lin Yang stood in the rain, raindrops streaming down his cold, stern face. "He Yuzhu, you will personally escort the truck. Take the internal military highway and head straight for Hanjiang Province."

"Understood! The car is our life, or the car is destroyed and we die!" He Yuzhu wiped the rain off his face, strode towards the lead military heavy truck, and jumped into the driver's seat.

The convoy, like a black steel dragon, roared away from the special economic zone in the rainy night.

Han River Province, the Third Steel Complex, a newly built special confidential workshop.

The security level of this workshop has reached the highest national defense standards. There are no windows, and all four sides are reinforced concrete walls that are half a meter thick. The air circulation system operates independently.

Pei Yihong has been here for three days and three nights without closing his eyes.

When those mud-covered military trucks drove into the workshop, and the heavy metal roller shutter door slammed down, Pei Yihong felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Dozens of the country's top mechanical engineers and CNC experts, dressed in cleanroom suits, had been waiting for a long time.

"Unpack!" Pei Yihong's voice was hoarse and cracked with excitement.

The guards stepped forward and used electric hydraulic shears to violently dismantle the outer camouflage wooden boards and shock-absorbing foam.

When those German-made five-axis CNC machine tools, gleaming with a deep blue luster and covered with complex hydraulic lines and precision electrical control cabinets, were presented to the public in their entirety.

A collective gasp of cold air filled the entire workshop.

Several elderly experts with white hair trembled as they tried to touch the smooth, mirror-like metal rails, but were afraid that the static electricity on their hands would damage this priceless treasure. Their hands froze in mid-air, tears streaming down their faces.

"This machining precision...this spindle concentricity..." An elderly expert murmured to himself, leaning close to the machine tool, "This is at least twenty years ahead of the best machine tools in our country! With it, the propellers of our nuclear submarines will finally no longer need to be manually ground bit by bit!"

"Don't just stare!"

Pei Yihong wiped his bloodshot eyes and roared.

"This machine was snatched back from the foreigners by Chairman Lin at a tremendous risk! It now belongs to China, not the foreigners! Everyone, immediately divide into groups and completely dismantle this machine into eight pieces!"

Upon hearing this, several veteran experts immediately became anxious.

"Director Pei, this is unacceptable! This machine is too precise. We don't have the original assembly drawings. If we disassemble it and can't put it back together, tens of millions of US dollars will be wasted!"

"Yes! The foreigners sell us these machines, but they never teach us how to fix them. If we break them, where are we going to find replacement parts?"

Faced with these conservative voices, Pei Yihong suddenly jumped onto a wooden crate and looked down at the crowd.

"Afraid of damaging it during disassembly? Afraid of not being able to put it back together?"

Pei Yihong pointed at the cold machine, his eyes blazing with fury.

"If we buy it just to treat it like a sacred object, then we'll forever remain nothing more than an assembly plant for foreigners! Chairman Lin said we're not buying a pile of metal; we're buying its brain!"

Pei Yihong pulled out a thick stack of microfilm printing blueprints from his pocket and slammed them onto the table.

"This is the complete set of underlying servo system blueprints and hydraulic transmission parameters! Our people risked their lives to get it!"

"I'm giving you a direct order! Every screw, every gear, every pipe. Disassemble, survey, draw diagrams, and analyze the metal composition! Our domestic materials aren't up to par, so find substitutes. If substitutes don't work, force steel mills to adjust their blast furnace parameters!"

Pei Yihong's roar was deafening in the enclosed workshop.

"Once we figure it out, a year from now, I want 100, 1000 high-precision machine tools bearing the Chinese stamp to be manufactured on the assembly line in Hanjiang Province! Dismantle them! Anyone who dares not dismantle them, get out of this workshop right now!"

Driven by this almost frenzied industrial fervor.

The veteran experts gritted their teeth and picked up wrenches and calipers.

The entire classified workshop instantly descended into a silent technological battle. This was an extremely fierce reverse engineering project, in which Chinese engineers used their sweat, wisdom, and relentless all-nighters to forcibly bridge the twenty-year technological gap.

at the same time.

Sijiu City, National Commission for Modernization and Reform.

Lin Yang sat behind his large desk, listening quietly as Shen Yan reported on the domestic economic situation over the past month.

With the implementation of a series of unconventional policies in the special economic zone and the covert influx of a large amount of overseas equipment, domestic economic indicators have shown explosive growth.

However, this growth was also accompanied by intense growing pains and criticism.

"Chairman, the National Development and Reform Commission has recently received a joint internal report from many ministries." Shen Yan pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his expression grave.

"Some older comrades are very dissatisfied with our current rate of foreign exchange consumption. They believe that we have spent billions of US dollars to buy those sophisticated instruments that we don't understand, which has led to a severe reduction in the import quotas for raw materials for the domestic light industry. There is now even a shortage of ordinary synthetic fiber fabrics on the market."

Shen Yan opened a report: "Some people even publicly criticized the National Development and Reform Commission at the meeting, saying that it was engaging in a 'new Westernization Movement,' a blind worship of heavy industry, and detached from the realities of ordinary people's lives."

Lin Yang sneered and threw the pen in his hand onto the table.