Wang Dachui's facial muscles twitched violently.

He stared intently at Mingzhao, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of doubt, shock, resentment, and a faint flame of hope that he himself was unwilling to acknowledge, forcibly ignited.

Finally, amidst the deafening wave of shouts of "Dry!", he stomped his foot, roughly wiped his face with his large hand, and let out a muffled roar like an old ox panting. Without saying a word, he suddenly turned around and strode towards the warehouse!

That figure from behind carried a sense of resolute determination, almost tragic, as if it were a desperate act!

"Comrade Mingzhao!"

Liu Zhenshan suddenly turned to Mingzhao, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, his eyes burning with fervor.

"What do you need?! Venue? Manpower? Materials? Tools? Just tell me! Everyone at Hongxing Factory, including myself, Liu Zhenshan! Everything! You can call upon them! Full cooperation!"

Zhang Mingyuan nodded vigorously, his face regaining its radiance.

"Yes! Comrade Mingzhao, the research institute is also fully supportive! What theoretical materials do you need, or do you need any help? What kind of assistance do you require? I will personally coordinate!"

Mingzhao's gaze calmly swept over the faces before him, flushed with fervor and hope, and over the enormous workshop filled with the heavy smell of machine oil and piled with old equipment and tools.

Her gaze finally fell on the gantry milling machine that still smelled burnt and whose spindle bearings were making increasingly loud friction noises.

“First step,” she began, her voice still steady, showing no sign of being swayed by the frenzied atmosphere, as calm as if issuing an order, “Disassemble this device.”

She raised her slender finger and pointed precisely at the gantry milling machine that had just performed a miraculous feat, but was now groaning like a frail old man.

"The spindle box, transmission system, guide rail pair, worktable base... all need to be disassembled. I need to conduct detailed surveys of the existing structure and analyze its material fatigue, deformation limit, and natural frequency defects."

Disassemble the machine?

The group hesitated...

"Surveying?" Liu Zhenshan was taken aback.

"right."

Mingzhao nodded. "Only by understanding its limits can we design structures that surpass them. At the same time, I need all the highest precision measuring tools we can find in the factory. Micrometers, vernier calipers, levels, optical optical flats, gauge blocks... the higher the precision level, the better."

Furthermore, all existing samples of metal materials from different batches and models, especially special alloy steels, including those in the scrap yard.

Her words, like a cold command, instantly brought the crowd, who were immersed in the fervent slogan of "building machine tools," to a more sober state.

Disassemble? Disassemble this gantry milling machine?

The workers' fervor faltered slightly as they instinctively looked at the massive machine.

Although it's old, worn out, and has a lot of problems, it's still one of the mainstays of the workshop! Taking it apart... what if it can't be put back together...?

"dismantle!"

Liu Zhenshan hesitated for less than half a second before suddenly waving his hand and giving a decisive address to the crowd.

"Dismantle! Wang Defa! Take the men! Dismantle it now! Dismantle it exactly as Comrade Mingzhao requested! Even if it falls apart, we must dismantle it thoroughly!"

Wang Dachui had just turned back from the warehouse entrance carrying a heavy crowbar when he heard the factory manager's order.

He paused, his dark face tense, staring at the old car that had been with him for over a decade with a complex expression.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging, and roared in a muffled voice, "Tear it down! What are you all standing there for! Grab your weapons! Tear it down!"

The heavy wrenches, crowbars, and socket wrenches clanged together.

The workers crowded around, as if performing a final dissection on a senile giant.

The huge screws were painstakingly unscrewed one by one, and the heavy cast iron casing was carefully pried off the base with a crowbar, revealing the complex gears, bearings, and transmission rods inside, which were covered in grease and mud.

The air was thick with a smell even stronger than that of engine oil and metal dust.

With one heart and one mind, we can overcome any obstacle!

Mingzhao stood to the side, watching quietly.

As each component fell away, her gaze was focused and calm, as if she were reading the machine's final life code.

Occasionally, she would step forward and gently touch the surface of a badly worn bearing with her fingertips, feeling the tiny dents.

Or pick up a disassembled gear and observe the meshing marks on the tooth surface against the light.

Her canvas tool bag, which she always carried, was placed at her feet, its zipper open, revealing several oddly shaped, handmade measuring probes and small recorders that gleamed with a cold metallic light.

The entire workshop was transformed into a massive dissection site.

The roar of the machines was replaced by the clanging of metal as it was being dismantled.

The workers toiled under the calm yet precise instructions of Mingzhao, disassembling the behemoth piece by piece.

Time slipped away amidst oil stains and sweat.

As the last rays of the setting sun pierced through the thick dust on the workshop's high windows, casting a dim, yellowish beam of light...

That once-powerful gantry milling machine has been completely reduced to a pile of cold, huge, oil-stained parts.

The workers were panting heavily, their faces and bodies covered in black grease.

Wang Dachui leaned against a huge, dismantled guide rail, wiping the sweat from his face with a dirty, unrecognizable cotton gauze, looking at the pile of parts with a complicated expression.

Mingzhao, however, seemed tireless. She squatted beside the massive wreckage of the spindle box, holding a homemade instrument with a long, thin probe, intently measuring the wear data of the inner wall of the spindle bearing housing.

The instrument was connected to a palm-sized, simple oscilloscope screen in her toolbox, which flickered with a faint green light and displayed dazzling waveforms.

Zhang Mingyuan and Liu Zhenshan stayed by the side, their hearts pounding with anxiety as they watched the pile of parts.

Seeing that the dismantling was finally complete, Liu Zhenshan couldn't help but step forward, his voice filled with exhaustion and immense anticipation:

"Comrade Mingzhao, the demolition is complete! Look... the surveying and data..."

Mingzhao did not look up; his fingers continued to steadily control the probe as it moved along the inner wall of the bearing housing, and the waveform on the oscilloscope changed accordingly.

Her calm voice rang out in the much emptier workshop:

"Basic data collection is 63.8% complete. Existing tools are not accurate enough, and the errors in key deformation parameters are too large."

She finally stopped what she was doing and stood up.

The golden light of the setting sun outlined her slender yet upright figure. Her fingers were stained with some machine oil, which she rubbed between her fingertips.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she walked to a huge drawing board that had been cleared out.

That was something Liu Zhenshan had urgently brought from the factory's technical department; it was covered with a thick stack of brand-new, slightly yellowed blueprints.

Mingzhao took out several extremely sharp drawing pencils, as well as a few small set squares and compasses with precise markings from her seemingly ordinary canvas tool bag.

Zhang Mingyuan noticed that the luster and fineness of the metal were far from what was common in this era.

A sense of surprise crept into my mind?