Chapter 50

When Ye Qing pushed the two propellers with a handcart to the dock, the yacht had just been secured.

Several workers, drenched in sweat, were squatting on the dock, smoking and chatting.

Their topics were mainly about women, and the content often veered towards the vulgar.

When Ye Qing arrived, the foreman glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and quickly turned back to smoke, not taking him seriously.

Before he could even exhale the thick smoke, the foreman suddenly shuddered as if electrocuted, coughing violently from the smoke.

"Cough, cough~ Cough, cough~" He turned his head again, his face showing a look of utter shock.

Seven pairs of eyes quickly focused on Ye Qing, first scanning him, then subconsciously looking at the handcart in front.

"Ah!" The seven workers were so startled that they fell in all directions, their cigarettes dropping to the ground.

"This... this... this..." The foreman ran to the handcart, his face full of horror.

"This is impossible!" The foreman touched the seven-blade propellers on the cart, as if caressing a miracle.

"Where did you get these seven-blade propellers?"

"Oh~ You mean these?" Ye Qing crossed his arms and looked at him: "I just milled them. There were two machining centers and some aluminum plates in the workshop, so I milled two out."

"This is impossible, this is impossible." The foreman was in a trance, circling around the propellers, muttering to himself: "Even with a dedicated multi-axis machining center, it would take four to five hours to mill one propeller. How long has it been?"

The seven young workers were now speechless, squatting on the dock, staring at Ye Qing with blank eyes.

It was no wonder they were so surprised. Two high-end propellers that needed to be imported from Germany were processed in just over an hour by a small workshop no one had heard of.

Anyone would react the same way.

It was too shocking, too unbelievable.

The workers in the iron shed had only seen a pile of stone slabs in the yard, assuming that the iron shed contained at most a few cutting machines for cutting stone slabs.

Cutting stone slabs by the sea was very much in line with the profit-seeking nature of businessmen.

Directly using seawater to reduce dust and rinse stone powder could save a lot of water costs.

No one had expected that the iron shed contained two five-axis machining centers.

But even with five-axis machining centers, it shouldn't be possible to mill such large-curve propellers.

It was even more impossible to mill them in just over an hour. Even professional five-axis machining centers for complex surfaces couldn't do it that fast.

Unless...

There was only one possibility!

The two machining centers in the workshop were DMG 2000TC or higher models.

These industrial pride of Germany had caused a sensation with their demonstration videos of processing complex parts a few years ago, shocking all the workers in the mechanical processing industry.

With over a thousand sets of tools automatically switching and aligning, they could perform any complex machining actions.

These machines were previously embargoed to China and only began to be sold in a castrated version after the 2008 economic crisis.

They were nicknamed "universal machines," and the price wasn't cheap, with just the tool library costing several million.

The price of the machine itself depended on the selected functional accessories; the more functions, the higher the price. The more automation you wanted, the higher the cost.

This was just the hardware; the software was even more problematic. If you wanted to add quick plugin functions in the software to process certain parts with one click, it would cost 50,000 to customize, and another 50,000 to add more.

Besides, do you think money alone could buy them?

No, you had to place an order and wait, at least a year, sometimes two, before the castrated version of the machine you ordered could be made.

Once you got your hands on such a machine, it was like possessing a divine tool, even in its castrated version. No matter how complex the parts or surfaces, they were no problem.

This feeling was as if, when workers returned home to visit their families and met a farmer dressed in patched clothes, they thought to show off their wealth, only to find the farmer suddenly take off in a Gulfstream private jet to spray pesticides, which was equally unbelievable.

Yes, if it was really that kind of machine, processing these civilian propellers would be like using a cannon to swat a fly.

It must be so, the workers thought firmly.

The foreman squatted on the ground, touching the silver propellers in front of him with fear.

The heat from the machining had not completely dissipated, and the warm metal surface gave the foreman the illusion of touching a girl's skin.

"Such quality, how... how did you do it?" The foreman asked, trembling: "Do you have a DMG 2000 or 3000TC machining center in your workshop?"

"DMG?" Ye Qing thought, what's DMG? This is black technology that doesn't exist on Earth.

Of course, he couldn't say that, so he put on a mysterious air, as if to say, "Why should I tell you?"

The seven workers also came over. They were all experts in shipbuilding. The two propellers in front of them were the best they had ever seen.

Even if they were picky, they couldn't find a single flaw to prove that Ye Qing wasn't perfect!

The noise from the workers also woke up Xia Muqing, who was resting. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked to the yacht's deck.

Her sleepy eyes suddenly widened, showing a cute expression like a cartoon girl.

The driver also came out of the cockpit. The two propellers on the dock made him stumble and fall on the deck.

"Can you really mill propellers?" Xia Muqing jumped onto the dock from the newly reinforced gangway, touching the two silver propellers, looking at Ye Qing with a mix of innocence and disbelief.

An hour ago, this guy was joking, saying he would mill two propellers as a gift so she could continue sailing the next day.

But now, the joke had become reality.

"What machine did you use to mill them? How is it more magical than a magic trick?"

"It must be a DMG 3000CT or a WFL M35-G turning-milling center." The foreman looked ashamed, having just mocked the idea of making them, now faced with propellers of better quality than the original.

"Each of these machines, with the accompanying tools, costs tens of millions, and even then, you get a castrated version. The fully functional ones have been embargoed to China for years."

"Our shipyard has machining centers, but they are domestic. Ten of them together wouldn't be enough to buy a set of tooling for one of these machines. I haven't heard of any factory in Zhongyun having such a machine."

"Maybe the young man's factory has the fully functional embargoed version." A worker chimed in jealously: "During the Cold War, the Soviet Union obtained a few embargoed large CNC machining centers from Japan, and used them to make propellers that the entire West couldn't track."

Xia Muqing turned her gaze back to Ye Qing, as if looking at a supreme master with embargoed machinery.

Ye Qing smiled smugly, maintaining a look of "I can't tell you."

Xia Muqing also found this possibility too far-fetched. Making propellers for civilian yachts was not the same as making propellers for nuclear submarines; why would you need embargoed machinery?

Of course, Ye Qing's ability to process parts quickly and precisely was unmatched in all of Zhongyun.

"Aren't you the ones who mocked him, saying he couldn't make them in a year?" Xia Muqing mimicked Ye Qing's manner, hugging her shoulders: "You said you'd buy them for a million if he made them. Now that he has, will you buy them?"

"Calm down, calm down, my young man and lady. We were just talking nonsense after drinking too much fake alcohol. Please don't take it seriously."

The foremen were deeply ashamed, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.

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