Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Otti/It seems that the Norman family specializes in...

A night passed, and the morning sun once again shone on the windowsill.

Audrey stretched and rubbed her swollen eyes, still fully awake.

Lucy walked in, pushing a clothes rack and greeted with a smile, "Good morning, ma'am. Did you sleep well?"

After talking with Lucy, Audrey had a dream all night. In fact, she did not rest well, but in her dream she developed a new type of textile machine, which made headlines in major newspapers and made her a hot inventor in the Principality of Ceylon.

So as soon as she opened her eyes, the optimistic Miss Norman forgot all the depression she had last night.

"Great! I had a wonderful dream!" She jumped out of bed excitedly and wrote down all the details of her dream.

Of course, there are no stories of God bestowing divine powers in dreams in the real world. After careful inspection, it is no surprise that what is written on paper is just illogical dream talk.

Audrey stared at the paper, realizing how foolish her behavior was, and couldn't help laughing.

Although no miracle happened, this dream was like an omen from the unknown, indicating that she would definitely succeed!

Lucy looked at the rejuvenated Audrey and breathed a sigh of relief.

Herman is very efficient. He fulfilled what he promised the next day.

As Audrey went downstairs, she found that the Moore family had arrived.

It was the same attentive attitude as last time, but this time it was not just Mrs. Moore.

Mr. Moore took off his hat and nodded, smiling. "Good day, Mrs. White. Mr. White said you wanted to see my machine, so we've prepared a carriage to pick you up today."

Outside the door, a golden and luxurious carriage was waiting there.

Audrey was stunned. She thought Herman was just saying hello to someone and making an appointment for her to go over by herself. She didn't expect such a big fuss.

After exchanging pleasantries using her newly acquired social skills, Audrey got into the car without wasting any time.

"I heard Mrs. White is very interested in designing things like handicrafts and machines?" Mr. Moore said with a smile. "She is indeed a lady from a good family. Even her hobbies are different from those of ordinary ladies!"

Audrey heard his flattery, smiled, responded casually with a few words and then started chatting with Mrs. Moore.

She was more acquainted with Mrs. Moore than with Mr. Moore.

After a while, Mr. Moore couldn't get a word in, so he tactfully gave the main stage to his wife and made an excuse to go to another car with a smile.

As soon as her husband left, Mrs. Moore said exaggeratedly, "Oh, here comes a time when Mr. Moore has nothing to say. I told you the ladies didn't need him, but he insisted on getting involved. I hope you don't mind."

After her mother's training, Audrey can now occasionally understand the hidden meaning. Mrs. Moore seems to be scolding her husband, but in fact she is trying to smooth things over and restore her impression of the Moore family.

"That's all right, Mrs. Moore."

Audrey said this, but she knew in her heart that what she thought was a trip to the factory to observe the machines would turn into a small social tea party for ladies.

Hermann was very busy and couldn't possibly take care of everything. Her intention to research and improve the machine was still confidential and could not be revealed until she succeeded. So, when Mr. Moore received the letter, he misunderstood it as just a noble lady's unusual interest.

When Audrey arrived at the Moores' house and saw a room full of ladies in gorgeous clothes and exquisite snacks, she knew that her guess was correct.

"Mrs. White, don't worry. What you are expecting will be here soon." Mrs. Moore kindly invited Audrey to sit down and asked the maid to serve tea.

The ladies around here were the ones who often came to visit the White family and had something to ask of them. When they saw Mrs. Moore's invitation, they all happily went, regardless of what was written on the invitation.

Therefore, when four footmen came up carrying the looms from the More factory, the ladies were stunned.

Audrey's smile froze.

"Mrs. Moore, uh... I mean, if you're not interested, don't force yourself. Why don't you go play cards?"

"Not interested? How could I not be interested?" Mrs. Moore immediately looked around: "Oh! Mrs. White, I wrote very clearly when I sent out the invitation. This is a mechanical appreciation meeting. I don't think anyone will feel reluctant. Don't you agree?"

The ladies: "..."

What kind of family would not appreciate antique paintings but instead appreciate a machine?!

But the ladies only paused for a second, and their voices of agreement rose one after another.

"Yes, yes, we are here to admire the machinery!"

"We are extremely interested, Mrs. White!"

"Yes! Look at this machine, it's really... really..." One of the ladies smiled stiffly, "magnificent..."

Audrey was surrounded by them, maintaining a fake smile, her eyes full of helplessness.

She really just wanted to be alone and watch the machine quietly!

…

"Heh." Amid the noise, someone suddenly let out a short chuckle.

Audrey struggled to free herself like a cat tangled in a ball of yarn, "Mrs. Jeshia?!"

She looked at the woman in the black dress in the corner in surprise, "Why are you here too?"

Mrs. Jeshia slowly put down her coffee cup and looked up: "As the invitation said, appreciate the machinery."

Audrey: “……?”

Although they had only met a few times, Audrey didn't think that this eccentric Marquise came to curry favor with her.

The host, Mrs. Moore, was also confused. In fact, she only made the invitation because Jessia had bought the model, but she didn't expect that she would actually come.

"Are you...are you also interested in textile machines?" Audrey asked.

The wide black lace hat brim covered half of Jeshia's face, but it couldn't hide her mocking expression: "Originally, there was, but now it seems that it's not as interesting as I imagined."

"Yes." Audrey agreed, sighing subconsciously as she looked at the loom. "I thought I'd see something newer and inspiring. But this is an obsolete loom. The yarn guides and bearings are badly worn, and the energy consumption is very high. No one uses it anymore on the market."

Madam Jeshia's gaze paused slightly, and a strange look flashed across her eyes.

"I thought you only liked handmade models."

"But right now, I'm more focused on this big guy." Audrey shrugged.

Jieshia examined it for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked over to the loom. "You're right, but compared to other machines on the market, it's not completely outdated."

"Look." A gloved hand tapped the bottom of the machine. "There's a rotating brush and a wet linen cloth installed here to filter out dust. These are features the current machine doesn't have."

"It's precisely because of this component that its energy consumption increases during operation and the pressure on the bearings rises. This is equivalent to the machine only putting 50% of its 100% power into production, while the remaining 50% is used here. This results in high wear and tear and low output."

Audrey seemed to be lost in thought, but soon her eyes lit up.

"The current machine has eliminated this component, and the saved kinetic energy is used for production." She stood up and stood beside Jie Xiya, observing the machine carefully. "If I add this to the new machine, can it solve the problem of cotton lint pollution?"

Jieshia narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Audrey. "That's the theory, but you have to solve the energy consumption problem, otherwise it will be meaningless."

Audrey felt a flash of inspiration in her mind, and she didn't care about anything else but to seize it immediately!

"Mrs. Moore, please give me a stack of draft paper and invite all the ladies out for tea, okay? Thank you." Audrey spoke quickly, picked up her skirt and sat on the ground, recording the structure of the machine in her mind.

Mrs. Moore looked confused, but she quickly reacted and asked everyone to leave.

Although I don’t know what Mrs. White is doing, as long as she is happy, the purpose of this tea party has been achieved.

The air was filled with the sound of pen tips scraping across paper.

Only Jeshia was left in the hall. She looked at Audrey, who was absorbed in calculations, quietly with a deep gaze.

Audrey's eyes were filled with the formulas and various calculations on the white paper.

She was completely absorbed in the moment and had no idea how time was passing.

After filling up the blank draft paper, Audrey finally raised her head, exhaled, and said happily, "Mrs. Jeshia, I figured it out!"

"I just saw that the rotating brush on the old machine is made of hard bristles and has a fixed contact pressure with the spindle." She was excited, quickly sketching a diagram on paper. "When the cotton yarn passes through, the brush continuously rubs against the spindle surface at high speed. On the one hand, the excessive friction consumes extra power, which accounts for about 30% of the total energy consumption!"

"On the other hand, hard bristles can easily scratch the spindles, increasing the yarn breakage rate and causing a 15 to 25 percent drop in production," Audrey's eyes lit up. "If we want to solve the energy consumption problem, we have to start from this aspect!"

Jieshia stared at the stack of draft papers, and her expression became more and more solemn the more she looked.

She didn't say anything, but took out a blank piece of paper and recalculated.

Twenty minutes later, the result on the paper was exactly the same as the number Audrey said.

After a long pause, she finally raised her head and looked at Audrey in disbelief. "You're telling me that in such a short time, you disassembled the mechanical schematics, deduced the data without it working, and still came up with an answer with a very small error?"

Audrey nodded blankly. "Yes, precisely because it's not working, I can only calculate the percentage and can't get a more accurate result. To be more precise, I need more experimental data."

For a few seconds, Jeshia was speechless.

She moved her lips, her eyes complicated: "Believe me, this is shocking enough, ma'am."

Audrey smiled, and the joy of being praised finally brought her back to her senses.

"Wait!" She stared at Jeshia's draft paper and read it over and over again: "Mrs. Jeshia, did you calculate this?!"

"Oh my God!"

Audrey was so surprised to have found someone of her kind that she widened her eyes and spun around several times.

"Unbelievable! Such a complex calculation! And so fast! You rank third among the women I know! You're amazing!"

Jeshia frowned.

Does this lady need to be reminded that her own computing speed has been multiplied? What is she marveling at?

If the expression on his face wasn't sincere enough, it would have been seen as a mockery.

Jeshia was speechless for a while.

"..."Jessia: "Who are the first two?"

"My sister came in second. As for first..." Audrey blushed and puffed out her chest proudly, "Of course it's me."

“…”

She even started to brag in the end. It was not surprising that such an outrageous thing happened to the blonde lady.

"Oh, what an honor." Jeshia's expression was calm. "It seems the Norman family is known for producing geniuses."

Audrey waved her hand modestly: "Not all of them, it's just the two of us!"

Jeshia: “…”

The warm yellow glow of the setting sun shone through the window. It was getting late, so Mrs. Moore knocked tentatively on the door.

The tea party was about to end, and Audrey quickly put away the manuscript paper.

"Mrs. Jeshia," she said, suddenly remembering the source of her inspiration. She quickly grabbed the woman in black's hand, her eyes shining. "I'm currently researching and improving textile machines. If you're interested, can we discuss this together?"

Audrey's invitation seemed to be within Jeshia's expectations.

She remained calm and said calmly, "I'm sorry, but this research is beyond my area of ​​expertise."

Audrey was a little disappointed, but she could understand.

As her research deepened, she gradually realized that many people would only study one thing throughout their lives, such as architecture, machinery, railways, etc.

Everyone has different talents and skills, and it is not easy to truly master a subject.

It's normal for someone like Jeshia to be like this. She should have chosen a path that suits her talents from the beginning, and it would be difficult for her to have the energy to turn to other things.

Audrey has been a wild learner from the very beginning. Her sister's educational philosophy is to let her develop freely according to her interests. So in addition to her innate sensitivity to numbers, she is still slowly exploring other paths.

Just as she was about to say goodbye politely, Jeshia suddenly changed the subject, "But..."

Audrey looked up and the other party handed her a business card.

It says: Chengzhishe.

Contact: Jacqueline Des Rochefort.

Address: 37 Morningside Street, Haddonfield.

"Maybe there's someone here who can help you."

Audrey: "Chengzhi Society? What is this place?"

"A secret place that houses geniuses and heretics." Jeshia fastened her black wide-brimmed hat and chuckled. "Do you dare to come?"

She paused, and without calling Mrs. White, "Isabel Norman."

Audrey was slightly startled, but her curiosity quickly overcame everything: "Of course!"

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The author has something to say: Audrey, a congenital saint of science, the owner of all spiritual roots, a little genius with golden fingers, Norman.

But the author is a student of liberal arts, so please don't embarrass me with science. No matter what, ignore everything and believe that the two female protagonists are geniuses, okay? Okay.