I started with a ship full of max-level veterans, and I'm just a complete noob.

Jiang Ming turned and left the technical department, striding back to Workshop No. 1.

In the workshop, Wu Hanzhang was leading several technicians to check those micron-level drawings.

Jiang Ming walked over and casually tossed the material requisition form, which was stamped with "Approval Denied," onto the worktable.

"Engineer Wu, we can't get the materials out."

"Deputy Director Liu said that the entire approval process needs to be completed, which will take at least half a month."

Jiang Ming's tone was very calm.

Wu Hanzhang paused for a moment, then looked down at the material requisition form.

When he saw Liu Shouxin's glaring annotation, the bloodshot veins in the old man's eyes instantly burst open.

(╬◣д◢)

"That's utter bullshit!"

Wu Hanzhang slammed his hand violently on the iron table, making the wrench clang and jump around.

"I was risking my life up front, and that bastard was choking me from behind?"

"Walk!"

"Come with me to the personnel department!"

Wu Hanzhang grabbed the tattered canvas bag, pulled out the document from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense stamped with "Top Secret" in red, and stormed out.

Jiang Ming followed leisurely behind, his hands in the pockets of his old suit.

The factory office building, the personnel department office.

Deputy Secretary Zhou was sitting on a large leather sofa, holding a purple clay teapot, slowly sipping his tea.

Liu Shouxin stood obsequiously to the side, giving a vivid report.

boom!

Wu Hanzhang kicked open the heavy solid wood door.

Deputy Secretary Zhou was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the boiling water in the teapot almost scalded his thigh.

"Old Wu!"

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you know the rules?!"

Deputy Secretary Zhou slammed down the teapot in annoyance.

Wu Hanzhang didn't waste any words.

He strode to the coffee table and slammed the top-secret document down in front of Deputy Secretary Zhou.

"rule?"

"The directive from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense is the absolute rule!"

Wu Hanzhang pointed at Deputy Secretary Zhou's nose, spitting everywhere.

"I'm asking you, are you going to sign the fluororubber requisition form for Workshop One or not!"

Liu Shouxin stood by and reluctantly chimed in.

"Chief Engineer Wu, those are extremely valuable state-owned assets."

"What's with Xiao Jiang's micron-level processing? What if it all goes wrong? Who's responsible then?"

"The procedures must be followed..."

"Shut up!"

Wu Hanzhang rudely interrupted him, his eyes filled with a menacing look.

"We've missed the three-month deadline; the mission won't be completed!"

"Can you, Liu Shouxin, bear this responsibility?!"

(°Д°)

Liu Shouxin turned pale from the shout, shrank back in a sorry state, and dared not utter another word.

Deputy Secretary Zhou looked at the top-secret document on the table, which exuded a chilling aura, his face grim.

He knew Wu Hanzhang's temper; he was sure Wu would dare to escalate the matter to the ministries.

If the higher-ups find out, he, as the deputy secretary in charge of personnel, will definitely be in deep trouble.

After weighing the pros and cons, Deputy Secretary Zhou forced out a dry laugh.

"Old Wu, you still haven't changed your fiery temper."

"Since this is a key project, we should handle it as a special case."

Deputy Secretary Zhou picked up his pen, feeling frustrated, and forcefully signed his name on the material requisition form.

Then, he grabbed the phone on his desk and dialed the warehouse directly.

"Hello, is this the warehouse?"

"Release the three kilograms of fluororubber from Workshop No. 1 immediately."

"Yes, I approved it."

After hanging up the phone, Deputy Secretary Zhou pushed the material requisition form to Wu Hanzhang, a hidden malice flashing in his eyes.

"Old Wu, here are the materials."

"If we don't produce results in three months, we'll have to settle this score."

"You don't need to worry about it!"

Wu Hanzhang grabbed the material requisition form with an air of authority, turned around and left.

Jiang Ming stood at the door, glanced at Liu Shouxin with a mocking smile, and a cold, sarcastic smirk appeared on his lips.

(￣ ー￣)

That old man's face turned as green as a bitter gourd.

Back in the workshop, at 2 p.m., three kilograms of precious industrial grade II fluororubber were finally placed on the worktable.

Without delay, Jiang Ming greeted Wu Hanzhang and turned to run back to his dormitory.

The materials have arrived.

However, the specific parameters of the processing technology have not yet been finalized.

He must immediately resume his spiritual communication!

Push open the dormitory door, insert the rusty iron latch, and then draw the blue cloth curtains tightly closed.

Jiang Ming sat cross-legged on the single bed and closed his eyes.

My consciousness suddenly plummeted.

The book "The Record of Human Connections" unfolded deep within my mind.

[System prompt: Do you want to connect to the unlocked historical figure: the deceased pioneer of early vacuum tube and radar physics?]

connect!

In the void, the Pioneer's steady voice rang out once more.

"Young man, have you encountered any specific technical difficulties?"

Jiang Ming speaks very quickly.

"Senior, we've received the fluororubber."

"I need to confirm the specific temperature and time window for the peroxide sulfidation system."

"This batch of materials has a purity of only 92%, which is very low."

The pioneer's voice instantly turned stern, carrying an undeniable academic pressure.

Listen carefully!

"The optimal vulcanization temperature is 170 degrees Celsius, and the margin of error must not exceed three degrees!"

"Keep the time under twenty-five minutes!"

"If the time limit is exceeded by even one minute, excessive cross-linking will cause the material to become brittle."

"If the temperature is too low, the airtightness will not meet the requirements at all."

"These twenty-five minutes are the line between life and death!"

Jiang Ming memorized these numbers.

[System notification: The first psychic session has lasted for fifteen minutes. Connection disconnected.]

Jiang Ming did not open his eyes, but his consciousness quickly sent out a second connection request.

Open!

As soon as the pioneer's voice was heard, Jiang Ming immediately threw out the second fatal question.

"Senior, what are the limits for the surface roughness of the sealing surface of a rotary vane pump?"

The pioneer snorted and answered seriously.

"To achieve a Pascal value of 10 to the power of negative 5, the Ra value of the sealing surface must be less than 0.1 micrometers!"

"This is an extremely demanding mirror finish."

"If that's not achieved, those microscopic metal grooves will become channels for air leakage."

"In a high vacuum, even a tiny leak of air will instantly ruin the cathode coating!"

Ra value is less than 0.1 micrometer.

Jiang Ming's heart sank.

Even if those old, dilapidated Soviet lathes at the Third Electronics Factory were worn out and smoking, they couldn't achieve that level of precision.

[System notification: The second psychic communication has lasted for fifteen minutes. Connection disconnected.]

There's one last chance left.

Jiang Ming gritted his teeth and activated the spirit communication again.

"senior!"

"The machinery and equipment in the factory absolutely cannot achieve a precision of 0.1 micrometers."

Are there any manual alternatives?

The pioneer was silent for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh.

"If machines don't work, we can only rely on people."

"Use diamond paste with a cast iron grinding disc and grind it by hand."

"But this really tests a worker's skill level."

"The force, angle, and feed rate during grinding all rely on muscle memory."

"Does your factory have any top-notch craftsmen?"

In Jiang Ming's mind, the image of Old Sun's rough, calloused hands instantly came to mind.

"have!"

Jiang Ming answered firmly.

(✧◡✧)

"Then let him try."

"Remember, grinding cannot be done by pushing flat; it must be done in an arc along the curvature."

The pioneer gave detailed instructions.

[System notification: You have exhausted your three summoning attempts for today.]

Jiang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was soaked in sweat.

The density of knowledge is too high, which is very energy-consuming.

But he didn't even bother to drink a sip of water; he rushed to his desk and turned on the dim, old desk lamp.

He pulled out his pen and spread out a sheet of white paper.

He had to transform all the key information he obtained from these three psychic encounters into process instructions that the workshop could understand.

The pen tip scratched rapidly across the paper, making a rustling sound.

"Peroxide sulfidation system, temperature 170 degrees Celsius, plus or minus 3 degrees Celsius."

"Time: Twenty-five minutes."

"No timeout allowed!"

After writing down the vulcanization parameters, Jiang Ming meticulously drew a schematic diagram of the arc trajectory of the manual grinding process and marked the particle size requirements of the diamond paste next to it.

Time passed by, second by second.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

When Jiang Ming finished writing the last character, his wrist was so sore that he could barely lift it.

He picked up the detailed "Processing Instructions for Fluororubber Seals" and stared intently at the last line of prominent annotations.

"The grinding precision Ra is less than 0.1 micrometers."

"Note: This level of precision is beyond the capabilities of any machinery in the factory and can only be achieved manually."

Jiang Ming leaned back wearily in his chair and turned to look out the window.

Old Sun's hardcore fitter's hands were the final trump card of this top-secret project.