A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 711 The Collision of the Abacus and the Calculator

"Hey! Bro, you don't think your skills are good enough to make something this ugly! You've only been here a day and you've already been assimilated by Jiang Xia?"

Just as Lao Wang finished explaining the revised itinerary to Jiang Xia, he looked up and saw Master Weng coming in carrying something. He immediately grinned and joked.

Jiang Xia reluctantly shut up—he hadn't recognized Master Weng and was about to call him "uncle"... Luckily he stopped in time, otherwise the relationship between them would have been complicated.

Haha, Master Weng's current state is completely different from the day before.

The formal employment status felt like a huge weight had been lifted off Master Weng's shoulders. He was still wearing his old clothes, patched upon patched, but his back was ramrod straight, as if he had magically grown an inch taller.

The years of sorrow and worry that had been hanging over his brows were mostly blown away, and his eyes were clear and focused, radiating a calm yet powerful light.

The most obvious change was his gray hair. Yesterday it was messy and unruly, but now it was neatly combed back, revealing his broad forehead. He looked energetic and composed, and his refined, craftsman-like demeanor was more striking than anything else.

“Hey, Old Wang, this is called ‘industrial original ecology’! Do you understand?” Jiang Xia retorted as he reached for the iron box, his gaze sweeping over Master Weng. He felt that the old craftsman’s renewed spirit was particularly inspiring.

Hey, that was a great job!

Jiang Xia shamelessly gave himself a thumbs up.

"Oh, it's definitely natural, Big Yellow is almost a spider demon..." Old Wang added with a grin.

Jiang Xia was furious and determined to give Lao Wang another piece of his mind. All he did was go home yesterday and update some of Da Huang's components, right?

Actually, describing Da Huang's flying lines as a spider web is a bit of an exaggeration!

That's an insult to spider webs!

"The clouds parted and the rain cleared at dawn, revealing a newly unfurled Bagua diagram by the window last night." Look at that spider, its weaving is a symmetrical structure with order and beauty!

How beautiful!

But that flying thread from Big Yellow...

I'm at a loss for words, so please use your imagination. If I had to say something—

It was like being dragged along by a bunch of drunken rats, running around like a headless fly for three days and three nights! Or like a ball of yarn that had been ravaged by wild cats for three days and two nights, which someone picked up, casually threw onto the machine, and then haphazardly slapped it a few times to stick it on.

Besides "a tangled mess with no end in sight," I really can't find a more fitting word!

"Hmph! You wait until Master Weng has been vetted by Secretary Liu..." Little Dumb Hair pouted.

Master Weng was stunned.

Just last night, as he was about to rest in his newly assigned dormitory, a young man came to his door with a "dictionary," and Master Weng felt a chill run down his spine.

"I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it," Master Weng began to awkwardly change the subject without any instruction.

"Hehe, Xiao Jiang needs it urgently. The outer casing is a bit rough," Master Weng said with a forced smile as he handed over the metal box, lightly tapping a small, inconspicuous piece of metal next to the button area with his finger. "However, I left a mark... Hold it up to the light and look at it at an angle?"

Jiang Xia did as instructed, slowly tilting the iron box and carefully adjusting the angle to face the light from the window. A few seconds later, his eyes widened slightly, and he unconsciously let out a low sigh.

"Ouch!"

Old Wang immediately crowded around, craning his neck and staring wide-eyed at the metal box in Jiang Xia's hand. "What's wrong? What did you see? It just looks like a piece of metal to me."

Jiang Xia ignored Lao Wang's rant and carefully adjusted the angle again: "Huh, it's gone just like that?"

"What's this called? 'Hidden Engraving'... Absolutely amazing!"

Jiang Xia's eyes flashed with amazement: "Master Weng, you're really amazing!"

"Hehe, just a little trick." Master Weng waved his hand. "It's nothing special."

Watching the two of them speak in cryptic terms, Old Wang felt a pang of unease, like a cat scratching at his heart. Finally, Old Wang gave the boy with the aloof expression a forced smile, then held up two fingers, placed them on the back of his hand, and abruptly bent them down…

"Old Wang, your skin is getting thicker and thicker..."

Jiang Xia handed over the metal box and turned on the scanner.

Although Master Weng's "hidden engraving" technique impressed him, the pragmatist's focus quickly shifted—exquisite craftsmanship was a pleasant surprise, but functionality was the essence!

What's the use of being pretty? I need it to be able to run!

Scanner started!

The intricate structure inside the iron box instantly became clear in my mind.

"Hiss..." Jiang Xia couldn't help but gasp, this time he was truly amazed by Master Weng's skills.

He drew the overall circuit diagram, and he knew better than anyone how haphazardly and carelessly he had laid out the flying wires on the board in order to adapt it to this rather rudimentary integrated circuit board!

The overall circuit diagram was complex and intricate, giving even himself a headache. He had already prepared himself for a high scrap rate in the first batch of welding, and even asked Dr. Lan Ying to prepare three sets of spare boards.

In the scanned images, those flying lines that should have been wildly dancing... were actually arranged like soldiers in formation!

Under the skillful manipulation of Master Weng's seemingly magical hands, each wire as thin as a hair was cleverly guided along the edge of the circuit board, passing through the gaps between components. They were straightened, straightened, and arranged neatly, and even secured with extremely fine wire ties or delicate small insulating points.

The wild "balls of yarn" were transformed into neat "printed lines," exuding a sense of meticulous handcrafted order.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Xia unconsciously recalled a documentary about aerospace engineering that he had watched in his later years. It showed a woman using a vacuum pen to precisely attach a bare chip to a ceramic substrate, controlling the error to the order of ±10 mm, and then manually bonding the leads.

The gold and aluminum wires have diameters of 18 mm to 25 mm and bonding point spacing of 60 mm to 100 mm. Once the entire micro-assembly process is completed, the delicate metal wires crisscross under precise manipulation, ultimately forming a stable and complex miniature "bird's nest"...

Who says we don't have artisans who bow their heads in admiration? It's just that they often weave miracles with their own hands in the dust, among the iron filings, in corners unknown to anyone.

Master Weng's "ghost hands" and the hidden landscape on the sheet metal are living proof!

Yes, the pattern carved by Master Weng that we saw in Jiangxia was a landscape painting!

Just as Jiang Xia was sighing, Lao Wang also exclaimed in surprise:

"Fuck!"

At this moment, Old Wang had already tilted the iron box to the right angle.

Facing the light from the window, the originally dull and unremarkable metal surface suddenly revealed clear engravings under a specific angle of light!

The varying depths of the carvings, when combined, form a simple yet elegant landscape outline! The contours of the mountain ridges, the meandering of the streams, and even the shapes of the jagged rocks in the mountains are all depicted with the most refined lines.

"This skill... is unparalleled!"

"All-powerful?! Let me tell you, I'm the one with all-powerful connections!" Factory Director Yang's booming voice rang out. He had a thick notebook tucked under his arm, and in his hand... he was even carrying a gleaming old-fashioned abacus!

"Uncle Yang, what kind of look is this?"

"Hahaha! You wanted to take me to do auditing, didn't you? Auditing, auditing, that involves accounting, right? I know I'm not very bright, my mind works slowly, and I'm afraid I'll fall behind and hold everyone back. These past few days, I've been working hard, learning how to use an abacus from my wife! And you know what, this thing passed down from our ancestors is actually quite interesting once you've mastered it!"

Yang Erlengzi pulled the large abacus from under his armpit, fanned it a few times, and the abacus beads made a crisp "crackling" sound.

"Uncle Yang! Thank you for your hard work..."

"Want to have a contest with it?"

"What kind of competition? To see who can smash people the most? Come on! Let me tell you, this is made of ironwood!" Yang Youning held up his abacus, looking very arrogant...