She didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even sit down.

He stood there in front of the drawing board, slightly bent over.

The pencil tip fell on the snow-white paper, making an extremely faint yet clear "shush" sound.

The sound, in the now-silent workshop, seemed to possess a magical power.

All eyes were fixed on the moving pen tip.

Mingzhao's arm was as steady as a machine, and his wrist moved flexibly and precisely.

Without sketches or pauses in the process of brainstorming, the pencil seemed to come alive, moving smoothly across the drawing.

Straight lines, as if measured with a ruler, and precise arcs, as if drawn with a compass, appeared quickly and clearly on the paper!

A cross-sectional view of a complex transmission mechanism!

An unprecedented hydrostatic guide rail structure!

Heavy-duty spindle box with precision cooling oil circuit!

And... a core logic diagram of a control system, entirely composed of dense lines and intricate symbols, brimming with a futuristic technological feel!

The lines are intricate and interwoven, the structure is so rigorous it's breathtaking, and the details are incredibly rich!

The dimensions of every part are accurate to the micrometer level, and every tolerance requirement is extremely stringent!

The design concepts and structural complexity shown on those drawings completely exceeded the cognitive limits of everyone present!

Her drawing speed was astonishing! It was as if she already had a complete and precise model in her mind, and was simply "printing" it directly onto paper!

Wang Dachui had stood up at some point and moved step by step to the vicinity of the drawing board.

He stared intently at the rapidly forming blueprints, his bloodshot eyes wide and his mouth unconsciously agape, big enough to fit an egg.

He had worked as a fitter his whole life, and the blueprints he had seen could be as tall as a person if piled up. But what he saw before him... these lines... these structures... completely overturned his understanding of the word "mechanical"!

He felt like an apprentice who had just entered the factory, facing a bottomless book of mystery!

Xiao Liu and the other workers were so stunned that they forgot to breathe.

They couldn't understand those complex symbols and structures, but the incredibly smooth and terrifyingly precise drawing process itself was enough to shake them to their core!

This was the first time they had ever seen researchers drawing blueprints in front of them, and they all craned their necks to observe closely.

If this gets out, they can brag about it for the rest of their lives!

Zhang Mingyuan and Liu Zhenshan were so excited that they trembled slightly!

Liu Zhenshan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain!

He didn't understand the technical details, but he could see the breathtaking precision and forward-thinking vision that came through the blueprints!

This...this is really something a human could draw?!

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the high window, casting a slanted glow on Mingzhao's focused profile, giving her a sacred yet cold halo.

The scratching sound of a pencil cutting through paper echoed like the most stirring battle song in the workshop filled with industrial debris.

Just then, a tall, thin technician wearing dark blue overalls, glasses, and carrying a thick stack of documents under his arm squeezed through the crowd, panting, and ran to Liu Zhenshan's side.

"Factory...factory manager! What you wanted...all the high-precision measuring tools...and a list of material samples that we can find in the factory..."

He handed over the documents while panting, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the dizzying blueprints rapidly taking shape on the drawing board, and he was instantly frozen in place.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "My God... this... this is..."

His exclamation was drowned out by the scratching of pencils and the heavy breathing of the crowd.

Mingzhao's pen did not pause for a moment, continuing to move steadily across the increasingly complex and intricate blueprint.

However, just as she was drawing a key component, a core base cast from a special alloy that required ultra-high strength and ultra-high heat resistance.

Her pen paused for an extremely rare, almost imperceptible moment.

Immediately afterwards, her calm, unwavering voice, like a chilling verdict, rang out clearly, instantly freezing all the frenzied breaths in the workshop:

"The inventory of No. 7 special heat-resistant alloy is insufficient. The shortage is approximately 85.7%."

"What?!" The fervor on Liu Zhenshan's face froze instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over the newly ignited flame.

"Alloy No. 7?! That's the lifeblood of the main spindle core base!"

He abruptly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the tall, thin technician who had just squeezed in. "Xiao Zhao! Warehouse records! Immediately! Right now!"

Xiao Zhao shuddered at the factory manager's murderous glare. He frantically flipped through the thick list tucked under his arm, his fingers flying across the greasy pages, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Factory... Factory Director! Alloy No. 7... the records show... less than 15 kilograms left!"

His voice trembled, choked with sobs, "At the beginning of the year... on the third day of the year, the workshop was rushing to repair the spindle of that imported stamping machine, and we used... used up more than half of it..."

"What?!" Liu Zhenshan slammed his fist on the iron frame next to him, making a dull thud that sent dust flying.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Fifteen kilograms? What can that do?! The core base on Mingzhao's blueprints alone weighs over a hundred kilograms in its raw form!

This gap is absolutely deadly!

The workers' excitement faded like a receding tide, leaving only numb exhaustion and a deeper sense of helplessness.

Some people looked at the old machine tool parts scattered on the ground, and then at the dizzying advanced blueprints on the drawing board, feeling that the blueprints were like an insurmountable mountain.

Even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice; no matter how brilliant a genius is, it's all for naught without the ingredients!

Zhang Mingyuan's heart sank to the bottom.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something encouraging, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

Materials have stalled countless projects and dashed countless ambitions.

"Director Liu!" Mingzhao seemed oblivious to the suffocating atmosphere.

She put down her pencil and calmly turned her gaze to Liu Zhenshan, as if she had just stated an ordinary parameter.

"The material shortage must be addressed as soon as possible. Drawing requires a quiet, undisturbed environment."

She glanced around at the huge workshop, which was covered in oil stains, scattered parts, and filled with heavy metallic dust and the smell of machine oil, and spoke bluntly.

Liu Zhenshan snapped out of his daze, wiped his face hard, and forcibly suppressed the anxiety and despair in his heart.

"Yes, yes, yes! Comrade Mingzhao is right!"

He immediately turned to the head of the logistics department and yelled, "Old Ma! Right now! Immediately! Clear out that largest archive room next to the technical department! Clean it up! Get me tables, chairs, benches! The best drafting tools! Desk lamps! Thermos flasks! Get me everything! Right now! Get it done!"

He practically shouted it out, each "immediately" carrying a desperate urgency.

Old Ma jumped in surprise, responded quickly, and took off running.