35: Chapter 35 Technological Backlash: We'll find out in a month!

Chen Si stood in front of the production line's main control console.

On the screen, green data streams pulsed quietly, showing the real-time status of every workstation.

He didn't move.

He just stared at those numbers.

After three days on the job, he had thoroughly figured out everything at Lubaba Factory—production processes, staff scheduling, equipment parameters, and even which security cameras had a three-second delay.

On the morning of the fifth day.

He submitted a report to Old Zhang.

"A Proposal for Energy Efficiency Optimization and Controller Program Upgrade for the 'storm god of war' Series Motors."

In Old Zhang's office.

He held the printed report, reading it word by word.

The report was extremely detailed—from the number of motor winding turns and enameled wire specifications to the MOSFET switching frequency and current output algorithm curves, every piece of data was precise to three decimal places.

This wasn't an optimization.

This was a complete overhaul.

"Little Chen, this..." Old Zhang looked up, unable to find the right words for a long time.

"Theoretically, the motor's overall efficiency can be increased by 10%, and the peak torque increased by 8%."

"Power consumption per hundred kilometers will drop by 5%."

Having spent half his life in technology, he naturally understood what these numbers meant.

If this could truly be achieved, Lubaba Factory's technical level would immediately catch up with the top-tier domestic factories!

But he didn't agree immediately.

"This plan is theoretically perfect." Old Zhang placed the report on the desk and lit another cigarette. "But the risk is too great. With so many changes, what if everything we produce ends up being scrap..."

"We can produce a small batch first to test it out," Chen Si suggested.

Old Zhang stared at him for a few seconds.

Finally, he grabbed the report and rushed out of the office.

"Mr. Wang! Mr. Wang!"

The door to Wang Fugui's office was slammed open.

"What's the panic!" Wang Fugui was fiddling with his walnuts and was startled.

"Mr. Wang, look at this!" Old Zhang slapped the report onto the desk.

Wang Fugui impatiently picked up the report, only glancing at the title.

"Is this more stuff from that kid?"

"Mr. Wang, this is a design of genius!" Old Zhang said excitedly. "If we can pull this off, our 'storm god of war' performance can catch up to the 'Storm'! Then, not only will it look the same, even the performance will be nearly identical!"

Wang Fugui's hand stopped rolling the walnuts.

He picked up the report and carefully looked at those key improvement figures.

Overtaking them in performance?

In his mind, the face of Huang Dashan instantly appeared, along with Chen Xu, that young man who had repeatedly made him suffer setbacks.

If his own vehicles' performance improved while the price remained over a thousand yuan cheaper—

Then the 'Storm' would truly be finished!

"Do it!" Wang Fugui slammed his hand on the mahogany desk. "We'll do exactly that!"

"Change it immediately! Buy whatever equipment is needed! Reassign whatever manpower is required!"

Wang Fugui stood up and paced back and forth in the office, unable to suppress his excitement.

"I want to show that kid surnamed Chen who the real master of technology is!"

He looked at Old Zhang.

"However..." Wang Fugui's tone shifted. "This kid has only been here a few days, and he dares to touch the core of the production line? Old Zhang, are you sure he's reliable?"

Old Zhang was stunned.

He only then remembered Wang Fugui's suspicious nature.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I've already told him to do a prototype test first," Old Zhang immediately added. "We won't change the production line directly; we'll wait until the test results are out before deciding anything."

Wang Fugui finally nodded.

"Fine, then let him try." His gaze turned cold. "But keep a close eye on him. Report any abnormalities immediately."

That afternoon.

Chen Si was in a small workshop of the Technical Department, assembling the first 'optimized version' prototype.

Old Zhang and two technicians watched from the side.

Chen Si's movements were smooth and fluid—disassembling the motor, changing the windings, adjusting the controller program; the entire process took less than three hours.

"It's done." Chen Si put down his tools. "We can test it now."

Old Zhang personally pushed the prototype to the testing field.

Start.

Acceleration.

The numbers on the data logger began to jump.

Five minutes later, the test ended.

Old Zhang stared at the results on the screen, completely stunned.

"It really... it really improved by 10%!"

The two young technicians also crowded around to look, their eyes wide.

"Holy crap! Is this for real?"

"The energy consumption dropped too! This... this isn't scientific!"

Old Zhang's hand holding the test report was trembling.

He had worked in technology for half his life and had never seen such an outrageous optimization effect.

"Little Chen, you..." Old Zhang looked at Chen Si. "How exactly did you do it?"

"I just adjusted the winding method and the current input angle," Chen Si said flatly. "These are just applications of basic electromagnetic principles."

Basic?

Old Zhang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

If this was basic, had he spent these past decades living like a dog?

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"I'm going to report to Mr. Wang immediately!"

In the General Manager's office of Lubaba Factory.

Wang Fugui looked at the test report, his expression changing from suspicion to shock, and finally to wild joy.

"Really?" He stared at Old Zhang. "Are you sure this data is real?"

"Absolutely!" Old Zhang patted his chest. "I measured it myself! And I tested it three times!"

Wang Fugui stood up abruptly.

He walked around the office twice, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Good! Excellent!"

His laughter echoed in the office.

He rushed out of the office and headed straight for the Technical Department.

In the workshop, Chen Si was tidying up his tools.

Wang Fugui rushed over and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Little Chen! You are my lucky star!"

In front of all the factory workers, he loudly announced:

"From today on, Chen Si is the Technical Director of our Lubaba Factory!"

"Director Chen will be fully responsible for all technical improvements to the 'storm god of war'!"

Three days later.

In front of the 'storm god of war' final assembly line.

Chen Si stood at the main control console, with Old Zhang and the entire technical team gathered behind him.

He inserted a black USB drive into the control computer.

On the screen, dense lines of code began to scroll.

That was the brand-new controller program.

"What is he doing?" a young technician whispered. "Overwriting the original program directly? Without even making a backup?"

"Shut up!" Old Zhang glared at him.

Chen Si's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.

Line after line of new instructions was implanted into the production line's core logic.

These instructions were cleverly disguised as algorithms to optimize energy consumption; they would change the winding pattern of the automatic winding machines and adjust the current injection angles.

The motors produced would perform perfectly during factory inspections—stronger power, lower energy consumption.

But no one knew that this special winding structure, under high-load operation, would accelerate the aging of the coil's insulation varnish by ten times.

One month.

It would only take one month.

When owners habitually twisted the throttle to the max, enjoying the push-back sensation provided by the 'storm god of war', that fragile insulation varnish would carbonize and peel off under the high temperatures.

Then, a short circuit.

Burnout.

This was a cancer with a month-long incubation period—undetectable through conventional quality inspections and impossible to repair.

The program import was complete.

Chen Si pulled out the USB drive.

Turning around, he said to Old Zhang, "Engineer Zhang, where is the warehouse for the production molds? I'd like to see the original scan data for the 'Storm' shell; maybe I can optimize the wind resistance further."

"Yes, yes! You should definitely take a look!" Old Zhang now had one hundred percent trust in Chen Si.

He personally led Chen Si into the factory's most secret Mold Warehouse.

Inside the warehouse were stacked complete sets of molds for the knockoff 'Storm' shells.

Old Zhang talked incessantly at his side about the difficulty of creating the molds.

While listening, Chen Si "casually" tapped several key molds with the metal recording pen in his hand.

At the tip of the recording pen, a miniature camera and a 3D scanner worked silently.

All mold photos, purchase orders, and production records were quietly copied.

An hour later.

He walked out of the warehouse and put the recording pen back in his pocket.

The indicator light on the pen cap flickered once and went out.

All the evidence had been sent to Chen Xu's computer via an encrypted signal.

The next day.

The first 'optimized' 'storm god of war' came off the production line.

Old Zhang personally led the testing team.

When the results came out, the entire Technical Department was in an uproar.

"Mr. Wang! We succeeded!"

"The performance really improved by 10%! We did it!"

Wang Fugui snatched the report.

"Hahahaha! Good! Excellent!"

At the same time.

At the Xingchen Mechanical Workshop.

On Chen Xu's worn-out laptop screen, an encrypted folder lay quietly.

He clicked it open.

Inside was all the data Chen Si had sent back—mold photos, purchase orders, and production records.

Chen Xu flipped through them one by one.

Every single one was ironclad evidence.

Sufficient to prove the fact that Wang Fugui had pirated the 'Storm'.

He closed the folder, walked to the workshop wall, and looked at the calendar hanging there.

He picked up a pen and drew a circle around the date thirty days from now.

Then he turned around, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Huang Dashan.

"Brother Huang, are you ready? In one month, the 'Storm' is going to have a price hike."

Sent.

Chen Xu put down his phone and looked out the window.