When he woke up, Zhou Weiguo returned to 1958. In his previous life, he was an ordinary technician in the mechanical field, but lost everything due to an equipment accident.
After resurrecting his life, he entered the Red Star Rolling Mill and was assigned to the scrap group that was the most unpopular. However, he sneered in an uninhabited corner and bound the industrial civilization analysis system.
Bite! The analysis of the used German lathes has been completed, and a perfect restoration and strengthening plan that transcends the times has been generated.
Who would have thought that an aircraft carrier-grade special alloy could be extracted from a piece of rusty scrap iron used to support a table leg?
Who would have thought that a pile of industrial waste that no one cares about could be pieced together into cutting-edge equipment that the country desperately needs?
Who would have thought that the watchman who was stepped on by everyone would single-handedly support the lifeblood of the entire heavy industry system?
"How can he, a scrap iron scrapper, understand Lao Maozi's confidential drawings? I'm not convinced!" Eighth-level worker Yi Zhonghai's face was ashen, and his eyes were full of jealousy and panic.
"This guy dares to change the rules of Soviet experts. This is treason!" Director Wang from the first workshop angrily slapped the table and roared.
"Shut up! The tolerance of this drawing drawn by Zhou Gong is ten times smaller. Whoever dares to touch him, I will kill him first!" Su Mingyue, a national-level special researcher, sneered and took the extreme data, directly suppressing the audience.
"Why are you the only one who can be his deputy?" Ding Qiunan, a cold-blooded factory doctor, bit his lip and handed over the translation report, "Only I can do the toxicological resistance test for this batch of alloys!"
When those superior experts and factory tyrants were crushed to pieces, in this magnificent era, how much more industrial craze could Zhou Weiguo set off?
