Old Sun's breathing became rapid, and his weathered face turned bright red, not from anger, but from excitement!
"Materials! We have them! We have everything!"
He was so excited that his voice changed tone, and he turned and ran towards the warehouse.
"We have No. 45 steel and chromium-molybdenum steel! They're all top-quality materials obtained directly from the arsenal! Wait here, I'll go get them for you right away!"
Watching Old Man Sun's hurried departure, Su An's lips curled into a very faint smile.
Finally, everything is clear.
To communicate with these older generation technical experts, you have to use language they understand and demonstrate solid technical skills to gain their trust.
Soon, Old Man Sun came running back carrying several metal rods carefully wrapped in oiled paper, and handed them to Su An with a look of pride: "Sister Su, take a look, is this enough? If not, I'll go to the warehouse and look for more!"
Su An took the materials, tapped them lightly with his fingers, listened to the crisp metallic sound, and nodded.
It's good stuff.
She wasted no more time, walked to the C616A lathe, and skillfully turned on the main power switch.
"Buzz—"
The slumbering steel behemoth awoke with a deep rumble.
Su An clamped the steel bar onto the three-jaw chuck and carefully aligned it with a dial indicator to ensure that the runout error was within 0.01 millimeters. This smooth and skillful operation made Old Man Sun's eyelids twitch again.
That's too stable!
This girl's hands are even steadyer than his, an old guy who's spent his whole life working on lathes!
Su An's expression was focused, her hands moving quickly and steadily, the lathe tool seeming to come alive in her grasp. Rough turning, finish turning, grooving, drilling...
In less than ten minutes, a prototype of a firing pin was born in her hands.
She stopped the lathe, removed the still-warm parts, and handed them to Old Man Sun.
Old Sun took it with trembling hands, held it under the lamp, put on his reading glasses, and examined it carefully.
The perfect cylindricity, the precise step dimensions, the smooth surface... this... this is simply a work of art!
"Genius... what a genius..." Old Sun looked at the half-finished product in his hand, then at the calm-looking girl in front of him, his lips trembling with excitement as he muttered to himself.
He was about to say something to express his boundless admiration.
Just then—
The old wooden door of the workshop was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".
Chen Xiaocao ran over, panting heavily.
"Su An! Su An! Instructor... the instructor has ordered an emergency assembly!"
"What's wrong?" Su An frowned slightly, put down the tools in his hand, and went to meet him.
"Instructor... Instructor Lei... he... he ordered everyone to assemble immediately!" Chen Xiaocao gasped for breath, clutching her knees. "It was on the loudspeaker! All training is suspended! Everyone! Immediately! Assemble on the main parade ground!"
Emergency assembly?
Su An and Old Man Sun exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes.
Why would a camp-wide emergency assembly be held at this time, which is neither early nor late, neither during training nor mealtimes, nor during field exercises?
"He...he also said..." Chen Xiaocao caught her breath and added anxiously, "Bai Wei and the others...they were all saying that a big shot is coming! It seems...it seems like people from another training camp are coming!"
Other training camps?
Su An's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Let's go take a look."
Without the slightest hesitation, she carefully put away the semi-finished products and blueprints in her hand, and said to Old Man Sun, "Master Sun, I'll leave the things here with you for now, and I'll continue when I get back."
"Alright, alright! Go on ahead, don't delay the important business!" Old Sun nodded repeatedly, holding the prototype firing pin in his hands like a treasure, but his heart was itching like a cat was scratching at him.
Why did it stop when we were just starting to see something?
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