C71 (1/2)

”Master, give me some electricity.” Guo Tailai made the Old Liu be the first person to activate the lathe.

Old Liu was not courteous at all. He had watched the fatty forge this lathe little by little, and he had even used his own experience to teach the fatty a lot of things. It could be said that this was the hard work of the two of them. Old Liu refused to let him do whatever he wanted for the first time.

Guo Tailai then placed a coin on the protective shield of the electric machine. The electric machine spun for two minutes, but the coin didn't budge an inch.

What Fatty was making was a high precision lathe, so naturally, he would not be using the car embryo on it. He directly found a short, semi-finished product shaft, clamped it together, and moved the top of the tail to adjust the position of the blade, then inserted the blade.

”Yes, the speed of the blade is stable and constant. That's fine.” Old Liu nodded as he watched from the side. A level nine Clamp worker would have the qualifications to comment on something that was easy to do.

The car's short axle was very simple. Fatty did it as though it weighed nothing, and he swung the knife to the end.

”The external diameter is now 1.5 cm. To be exact, it is 15.02 mm. The radius has 1 thread left over.” After Guo Tailai withdrew his blade, he immediately mentioned the size.

Old Liu took a micrometer and started to carefully measure it. It was not that he didn't believe Guo Tailai's eyes, but he wanted to measure for himself. Otherwise, if both the judge and the athlete were Guo Tailai, wouldn't that give Fatty the chance to cheat? Moreover, he really wanted to know if this 10% left over amount can be accurately driven out of the car.

Guo Tailai then adjusted himself a little on the enlarged ruler, and continued to stab. The moment the long shaft entered the blade, a layer of thin silk immediately bloomed out. The amount of one thread was half that of a strand of hair. As soon as he stabbed forward, he drew out an extremely thin thread from the car.

Guo Tailai stared at the scene in front of him until the car was done with the blade, and after controlling the blade to draw back, his face revealed a smile: ”Master, the car lost a bit, no more, no less.”

Old Liu was already impatient to get up with the micrometer. Seeing the results of the measurement, he almost smiled until his eyes became narrow slits. However, he did not become too proud of himself. Instead, he directed the fatty to continue his knife practice. This time, it was changed to 5 microns. Then 3 microns, 2 microns, and finally 1 micron.

When the one micrometer long blade finally finished its measurement and was still extremely precise, the Old Liu could no longer hold on. His body went limp and he sat down on the chair that the fatty had brought over just in time. Suddenly, a near seventy year old man began to shed tears.