Chapter 55: Are You Kidding Me!
Sun Yu hurriedly jumped onto the truck, let out a low roar to barely vent a bit of the excitement in his heart, and suppressed that surge of agitation.
He took out a device that looked like a mobile phone, with “Tianji” written on the back, and hurriedly said: “Report Tianji, I have retrieved the cargo.”
In a place he couldn’t see, a radio wave was emitted from this device, connecting to a nearby signal base station, then after a series of processing, it crossed over a thousand kilometers in an instant, arriving at a massive underground base.
The information from this Tianji Terminal merged with information from millions of Tianji Terminals located elsewhere, entering together into the computation module of the Tianji Server.
Surging electricity from the supporting nuclear power plant supported the operation of tens of thousands of high-performance chips, so the countless pieces of information surging in at this moment were processed here in an orderly manner, then distributed one by one through data channels, returning once more to the millions of Tianji Terminals.
In the truck cab, Sun Yu’s voice had just fallen when a mechanically synthesized voice came through: “Mission updated. Now, please deliver the corresponding cargo to the following address within 7 hours…”
Through the cab window, Sun Yu saw Zhao Youguang already being helped toward the restroom, with a doctor following behind, and only then did his heart fully relax.
“Uncle Zhao must be over sixty this year, right? He worked non-stop for over 20 hours straight to rush out this batch of goods. Truly impressive…”
He thought of many people, not just the previous Zhao Youguang, but also many, many others he had met but didn’t know.
A strange feeling welled up in his heart.
It was as if he was part of an extremely massive collective, where he didn’t know the vast majority of the people in it, but he could clearly know that every person in this collective was struggling for the same goal just like him.
He could rely on every person in this collective. Every person in this collective could also rely on him.
His gaze toward the road ahead grew even more determined.
The vehicle sped along, and 6 hours and 45 minutes later, it stopped in front of a factory building.
This factory area was exceptionally busy. He saw staff members constantly coming and going, one after another, and trucks continuously entering or leaving, one after another.
Grabbing the Tianji Terminal, he said, “Report Tianji, I have arrived at the destination,” then jumped right down.
A person ahead, also holding a Tianji Terminal, came to greet him.
“Comrade, this is the cargo I delivered.”
That staff member took the small dustproof bag, checked the various markings, nodded, and bumped his terminal against Sun Yu’s terminal.
A voice immediately came from the staff member’s Tianji Terminal: “Please deliver to Inspection Room 46 for inspection.”
Sun Yu’s terminal also issued an instruction: “You now have 8 hours of rest time starting from this moment.”
Sun Yu put away the terminal, not rushing to rest, but followed the staff member with some curiosity: “This bag of wire material was produced by a master craftsman who stayed up for over 20 hours. It’s absolutely reliable. Do we still need to inspect it here?”
“Yes.”
“That… can I take a look?”
“Sure.”
The staff member walked quickly, and Sun Yu followed closely, finally stopped in front of a glass panel.
The inspection room was already piled with many wire materials, all matching the specifications and sizes of the ones he delivered exactly, even the color coatings were completely identical.
“Do we need so much wire material?”
Sun Yu was a bit curious in his heart and continued watching, then saw inspectors in full-body dustproof suits casually pick up a bundle of wire material, inspect it in the inspection box, look at the data, and directly say: “Qualified, score 86.”
“There’s even a score?”
His curiosity grew stronger: “I wonder what score Uncle Zhao’s batch will get?”
One batch of wire material after another underwent inspection one by one and received varying scores.
Finally, it was the turn of the one he delivered.
“Qualified, score 85.”
“As expected of Uncle Zhao, truly impressive. Not the highest, but not low either.”
Sun Yu sighed with emotion in his heart.
Once all the wire materials were inspected, that staff member carefully packed up the one with the highest score of a full 89 points and took it away through an internal passage to elsewhere.
Another staff member roughly swept the remaining dozens of wire materials into a cart like sweeping trash and directly pushed it outward, making Sun Yu’s eyelids twitch.
“Comrade, how will these wire materials be handled?”
That staff member glanced at him: “Thrown away. What else?”
Now Sun Yu’s eyelids weren’t just twitching; his temples were throbbing.
“Thrown away? Just like that? Do you know how this batch of wire material was produced!”
Suppressing his anger, he said: “A master craftsman over sixty, already retired, was brought back, personally oversaw the final program at his post, and stayed up for over 20 hours to produce it!
Right after finishing production, he collapsed from exhaustion. Everyone thought he had worked himself to death!
For the national mission, the master craftsman risked his life. The entire factory, from the factory director down to the workers, all fought hard to finally produce these wire materials. And you just casually glance at them and then throw them away?
Are you kidding me! Is this how you treat our effort?!”
The staff member remained silent, letting Sun Yu rant in his ear.
Arriving at a warehouse door, the staff member pulled it open and pointed inside.
Sun Yu froze.
He saw the warehouse filled with nearly identical wire materials piled up like garbage.
Besides these wire materials, there were fasteners, pipes, steel poles, and countless other parts piled there.
“These parts—which one wasn’t produced by the manufacturer mobilizing all its power, concentrating all its elite forces, at all costs?
But we only select the ones with the overall best metrics to participate in subsequent production.”
He looked at Sun Yu and said coldly: “Do you know what our factory uses these parts to produce? Distributors.
Our factory likewise has all workers on post, producing at full capacity regardless of cost.
Then, do you know how many manufacturers nationwide are producing the same thing as our factory?
A full 400-plus.
The distributor is a part of the hydraulic module. So, do you know how many products from these 400-plus factories will ultimately be selected for integration into hydraulic modules?”
Meeting Sun Yu’s somewhat dazed gaze, he calmly said: “Only fewer than 20.
In other words, the highest quality products produced at all costs by over 2000 workers in our factory… ultimately have a 95% chance of being thrown away like garbage, just like these parts.”
He pointed to the discarded wire materials in the warehouse: “The best of the best, rigorously selected layer by layer. Do you think that’s just empty words?”
