Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 212 - 211: Skipping Stones? I Wash with the Ancestral Formula!

Chapter 212: Chapter 211: Skipping Stones? I Wash with the Ancestral Formula!

"All of it... all of it is ruined..."

Jiang Zhou’s voice sounded like it had been scraped by sandpaper, hoarse and filled with despair.

His legs gave way and he crouched on the ground, clutching his hair tightly with both hands.

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed German expert came over and picked up a picture tube.

He took just one look and shook his head heavily.

Looking at the workers’ expectant faces, he uttered a final judgment in stilted Chinese.

"Oxidation, corrosion."

"No, it’s beyond saving."

"All of it, scrapped."

Boom.

It was like a thunderbolt striking the heads of every worker at the color TV factory.

The flame of hope, just ignited, was doused from head to toe by a basin of ice water.

Finished.

Parts purchased with millions in foreign currency turned into mere scrap metal.

The dream of the color TV factory shattered.

"Ugh..."

Jiang Zhou could no longer hold it in. He cried loudly like a child, clutching those cold parts.

A dead silence surrounded them.

Only suppressed sobs and heavy breathing could be heard.

Director Wang, escorted by soldiers, saw the scene and displayed a strange pleasure on his face.

He was finished, but the factory was finished too; everyone was done for!

Fairness.

Right in this pool of hopeless stagnation.

A cool voice rang out calmly.

"Let me give it a try."

Everyone abruptly looked up.

Lin Wan Yi stood on the steps, holding her daughter, her face devoid of expression.

Professor Liu was stunned: "Comrade Xiao Lin, this... this is not a joke, the oxidation of the core coating is an irreversible chemical reaction..."

"I know," Lin Wan Yi interrupted him.

She walked over to the pile of "scrap metal," crouched down, and picked one up.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures."

She looked at Jiang Zhou: "I need a completely empty laboratory, a few barrels of distilled water, and your help."

Jiang Zhou raised his reddened eyes, filled with confusion: "Sister-in-law, this won’t work..."

"My family has a traditional remedy," Lin Wan Yi said flatly, "specializing in rust removal."

Traditional remedy?

Rust removal?

These are the most sophisticated electronic components, not your rusty iron pot!

The German expert looked baffled and chatted with the translator in gibberish.

The translator cleared his throat: "The expert says this isn’t scientific and is a waste of time."

Lin Wan Yi didn’t even glance at him.

Her gaze settled solely on Gu Yanshen.

Gu Yanshen didn’t ask any questions.

He directly commanded the guards behind him, "Clear out Lab No. 3, no one is allowed to approach."

"Yes!"

...

The door of the laboratory clicked shut with the sound of a lock from inside.

In the vast room were only Lin Wan Yi and the thoroughly dispirited Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou looked at the rows of dull picture tubes on the table, feeling utterly hopeless.

"Sister-in-law, let’s give up."

"We can’t fight fate."

Lin Wan Yi said nothing.

She took out a small, inconspicuous glass bottle from her pocket.

It contained a transparent liquid.

She unscrewed the cap and walked to a barrel of distilled water.

Then, in front of Jiang Zhou, she gently tipped the liquid from the bottle into the water barrel.

Only one drop.

Crystal clear droplets fell into the barrel and disappeared instantly.

Lin Wan Yi sealed the bottle and tucked it back into her pocket.

She pointed at the barrel of water and said to Jiang Zhou, "Use this water, dip a soft cloth in it, and wipe the interface."

Jiang Zhou’s expression was more painful than crying.

"Sister-in-law, this isn’t dish soap..."

"Wipe."

Lin Wan Yi said only one word.

Jiang Zhou dared not disobey; he picked up a brand new lint-free soft cloth and dampened it in the "enhanced" water.

He went to a picture tube, closed his eyes, as if preparing to touch a corpse.

Soft cloth gently landed on that gray-black oxide layer.

He mechanically wiped once.

The anticipated rough friction never came.

The texture beneath his hands was astonishingly smooth.

Jiang Zhou opened his eyes in confusion.

He looked down.

His entire being became stiff as if struck by lightning.

The area where the cloth had wiped before.

The stubborn gray-black oxide layer, akin to cancer, was gone.

Replaced was the metal’s original, silvery-white sheen with a cold glow.

Good as new!

"This... this..."

Jiang Zhou’s hand began to shake, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

He thought he was seeing things.

He moved to another spot and wiped again.

Like an eraser across pencil marks.

The stain vanished instantly.

"Heaven..."

Jiang Zhou dropped the cloth, directly dipped his hand in the water, and applied it to another picture tube.

The miraculous scene occurred once more.

Everywhere his fingers touched, all the rust, oxide layers, and dull traces faded away completely.

The cold parts seemed reborn, blooming with the gleam of precision engineering in his palm.

Jiang Zhou knelt on the ground, staring at his hands and the rows of rejuvenated parts.

His mouth hung open, but he could issue no sound.

Finally, tears streamed down from his vacant eyes.

These are not tears of despair.

They are the ecstasy of witnessing a miracle!

The parts are saved!

However, a new problem has arisen.

The explosion in the core workshop not only damaged the machines but also burned most of the assembly blueprints to ashes.

Especially the most crucial part of the circuit connections, only some fragments are left.

Professor Liu and several veteran technicians studied the fragments for half a day, frowning.

"These points can’t be connected."

"The Germans’ circuit design is too convoluted; one step wrong and everything is lost."

"Dare not assemble it, what if it short circuits again..."

Just as everyone was at their wit’s end.

Gu An, who had been sitting in the corner playing with his mother’s keychain, suddenly stopped.

He stood up, toddled over to the workbench covered with parts on his short legs.

He was too short to reach.

He looked back at Gu Yanshen.

"Lift."

Gu Yanshen picked him up and placed him on the workbench.

Gu An sat on the table, facing a complex circuitry that even baffled the professors.

In his eyes.

It seemed no different from his building blocks.

He reached out his chubby hand, picked up a half-burned circuit board.

And then another.

"Click."

He joined the two boards together at a strange angle.

Then, he pointed his finger confidently at an inconspicuous solder joint between the two boards.

"Here!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Nonsense!" a young technician couldn’t help but say, "What’s this kid doing!"

Professor Liu stopped him.

He stared intently at the point Gu An pointed to, then looked at the remnants in hand.

It was incorrect.

This connection point was not the same as on the original blueprint.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the soldering iron.

"Let me try!"

Everyone held their breath.

Professor Liu carefully connected the two points according to Gu An’s instructions.

Once soldered.

He picked up a multimeter to test the circuit continuity.

One second.

Two seconds.

Professor Liu’s hand holding the multimeter started to tremble.

He jerked his head up, looking at Gu An like he was seeing a monster.

"It’s connected..."

"Not just connected..."

Professor Liu’s voice was trembling, almost shouting as he pointed at the new connection point.

"He... he actually optimized the circuit!"

"He bypassed a hidden short circuit risk from the original design!"

"This routing... is safer than the Germans’ original design... more logical!"

The room was silent.

Everyone looked at the little child sitting on the desk, still idly swinging his legs.

This is no mere child.

This is an immortal come to earth!

Overnight battles began.

Lin Wan Yi was responsible for cleaning the parts.

Jiang Zhou and technicians were responsible for mechanical assembly.

Professor Liu and Professor Wang, with a group of students, handled the circuit soldering.

Gu An became the chief designer.

He didn’t say a word, just occasionally crawled over to point here and indicate there.

Every "pointer" made the gray-haired professors feel like they had found a treasure.

Gu Yanshen stood at the lab door.

He didn’t do anything, just stood like a silent guardian, blocking any outside interference and scrutiny.

No words were spoken overnight.

As the first rays of morning light shone into the workshop, everyone was bleary-eyed but exhilarated.

The first prototype of the color TV, jointly created by "domestic parts" and a "domestic genius," was finally assembled.

It stood there silently like a prisoner awaiting judgment.

No one was sure if it could light up.

Outside the workshop, several of Director Wang’s cronies gathered, spreading sarcastic rumors.

"I heard they worked all night; really making a fuss."

"Waste of effort; the Germans already declared that batch of goods as scrap, what miracles can they perform?"

"Exactly, wasting national electricity; let’s see how they wrap it up!"

Lin Wan Yi heard them.

She ignored them.

She walked to the prototype, looking at Jiang Zhou and Professor Liu, whose eyes were bloodshot but extremely excited.

"Power it up."

Jiang Zhou’s hands trembled severely.

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, suddenly flicked the power switch.

"Click."

Everyone’s heart was in their throats.

The screen flickered once.

Then, it showed a dense array of snowflakes.

"Zzzzz——"

Outside, a suppressed sneer sounded.

"I told you, scrap metal..."

Before the words were finished.

The snowflakes on the screen abruptly disappeared.

An incredibly clear, vividly colorful image, almost unreal, leapt out.

It was a red flag fluttering in the wind.

Bright red, luminous.

Like a burning flame.