Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

On this day, Director Yang of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill came to visit.

Zhou Zheng personally took him to visit the research institute.

The current research institute is not a completely confidential work unit. If outside units want to visit, they only need Zhou Zheng’s permission.

"This is our research institute's industrial machine. It can process almost all equipment parts on the market, and its processing accuracy is no worse than those of professional production lines. However, there is only this one."

Zhou Zheng led Director Yang while introducing the machines passing by.

"That robotic arm over there is our institute's latest product. It's a grabbing industrial robotic cantilever. It's controlled by eight joysticks and is as flexible as a human arm. Although it's small, it can grab 10 tons of steel."

Director Yang did not come alone. He was accompanied by two deputy directors of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, Zhao Zhongyi and Liu Xianwen.

Zhou Zheng was not familiar with them. He guessed that they were promoted from other positions, or they might have been directly parachuted in from the Ministry of Metallurgy.

It didn’t matter much, Zhou Zheng didn’t care and continued to introduce the products to Director Yang.

"This one is called a stamping integrated steel plastic machine. It can produce some small integral parts. The working principle is very simple. We just need to put the sample of the part we want to make on the mold position and then start the machine. It can copy and process according to the sample of the part. It is similar to the principle of a lock-matching machine..."

While introducing the process, Zhou Zheng started the machine and made a part with his own hands.

After the manufacturing was completed, he handed the parts and the drawings of the parts to Director Yang and asked him to check them.

Deputy Factory Manager Liu Xianwen found a caliper next to the machine, so he took the caliper and handed it to Factory Manager Yang.

Director Yang took the caliper and began to measure the parts that Zhou Zheng had just made according to the drawing.

The measurement results made him open his eyes wide, it was so shocking!

The measurement error of parts is only 0.01, which is within the allowable range. If every part can be so precise, it will be no worse than that of an ordinary eighth-level master craftsman.

What’s more important is that it is manufactured very quickly, which is something that even an eighth-level master craftsman cannot compare to.

Moreover, this error is the error between the part and the drawing, not the error between the part and the sample part, so problems with the sample part itself cannot be ruled out.

Thinking of this, Director Yang couldn't wait to take out the sample from the machine and started measuring it hurriedly.

The more I test, the more frightened I become.

The error between the sample and the drawing is also 0.01!

This means that there is zero error between the produced parts and the sample parts.

Oh my god, what kind of magical machine is this?

He looked at Zhou Zheng in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly: "Director Zhou, is this true?"

Zhou Zheng had expected that Director Yang would be shocked by the machine, but he had never thought that he would lose his composure. However, this feeling made him feel comfortable. He smiled and said calmly, "Is it true? Didn't you just see it with your own eyes? Why don't you try it? According to the original design, as long as the benchwork skills reach level three, you can completely understand this equipment."

Director Yang was delighted and asked excitedly, "Can I?"

Zhou Zheng laughed and said, "Director Yang, do you not believe in this machine, or do you not believe in your own skills? When I was young, I heard my father say that Director Yang of our Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is a technician, and the third-level fitter skills should not be difficult for you."

This time it was Director Yang's turn to smile heartily. He looked at the two deputy directors beside him.

"Haha, it seems that I am underestimated."

Then he looked at Zhou Zheng again: "But... I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint our young comrade. Although I haven't touched a machine for many years, when I was in the army, I was a senior technical worker, that is, the old eighth level under the eighth-level worker system. Maybe I don't have much skills left now, but I, Old Yang, don't take a mere third-level fitter seriously, haha."

Zhao Zhongyi on the side also added some "little flattery".

"That's right, our Director Yang is still as good as ever."

Zhou Zheng looked at Zhao Zhongyi's fat, greasy face with some disgust.

I couldn't help but despise her in my heart: "She still has her charm..."

Seeing Director Yang eager to try, Zhou Zheng did not hesitate and took out a box from the sidebar of the integrated steel plastic stamping machine and handed it to Director Yang.

"Director Yang, these sample parts can all be produced by this machine. You can choose any one to try."

Director Yang looked at the box full of samples and fell into deep thought.

'If you are an eighth-level worker, can you produce so many kinds of parts without drawings?'

Before he could take the box, two deputy factory managers beside him took it from Zhou Zheng.

It sank in his hands and he almost dropped it on the ground, and this was the result of two of them lifting it.

Although the box seemed light in Zhou Zheng's hand, it actually weighed more than 150 pounds. Zhou Zheng overlooked this point and looked at Director Yang apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to carrying things, and I wasn't paying attention. I almost caused damage. Please don't mind."

Director Yang also came back to his senses. When he heard what Zhou Zheng said, he thought about it and then understood why Zhou Zheng said that.

He smiled faintly: "It's okay, but you are really strong."

Then, as if he had thought of something, he asked curiously, "How far can you throw a grenade?"

Zhou Zheng was stunned by Director Yang's sudden question.

Director Yang naturally noticed Zhou Zheng's expression. He laughed and explained, "When I was in the army, I had a comrade who was also very strong. For example, when it comes to throwing grenades, he could throw them at least 300 meters away."

Zhou Zheng smiled and shook his head, but said modestly: "My strength is different from his. My strength is internal strength. As for the grenade, if I ensure accuracy, I can throw it at least two miles away."

Director Yang's pupils shrank sharply, and he said in disbelief, "Damn it, doesn't that mean that if you are thrown onto the battlefield, you will be as powerful as a small artillery turret? That's an exaggeration... Do you want to consider joining the army?"

Zhou Zheng chuckled: "Haha, Uncle Yang, please don't tease me. The battlefield does not lack a small artillery platform like me, but scientific research lacks a researcher like me."

Director Yang said with emotion: "Yes, with your current achievements, you are really qualified to say this. You and your mother are both great. She is also an outstanding scientist."

When Zhou Zheng's mother was mentioned, his heart was touched.

When Hu Qian was transferred back to Beijing, she said that Zhou Zheng's mother Yu Wanrong would be back soon. However, three years have passed and there is still no news.

Director Yang saw Zhou Zheng's expression change and immediately changed the subject.

"Well, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's test the machine first."