C76 (1/2)

China had already displayed this in many ways. Once China was able to produce them, all the so-called ”high-end” goods would immediately turn into a price of a white dish. This point was something that many people outside China had no choice but to consider.

Guo Tailai had originally planned to absorb the data from the nanobot tonight. When he received the Telephone, he had no choice but to push it back by another day. After all, he was due to arrive at 9 in the morning. If there wasn't enough time, Guo Tailai was afraid of some unforeseen event along the way.

In the middle of the night, Guo Tailai was in high spirits as he slept soundly. After that, he dressed himself up neatly and rushed straight towards the Laboratory. However, Guo Tailai did not expect that, since his formal attire was the same as before he lost weight, now that he had lost seventy kilograms, although he was still a fatty that weighs over two hundred kilograms, his original suit was no longer suitable. They had no choice but to borrow one of Liu Yang's big sized suits, to look at it, and then wear it.

If he continued, Guo Tailai would become a disciple with a good background. A few reporters who had a strong sense of justice might even want to dig deep into the Waterwood University to educate about corruption.

The good intentions of the Professor Wang could only be explained in silence in the end. Others would rather believe that it was the design of the Professor Wang, and only he had the qualifications and expertise to make such a lathe.

In the end, Guo Tailai could only show off a little bit of his skills on the lathe, using eight blades with iron scraps, causing the few reporters who knew better to cry out in shock. The highest evaluation that Guo Tailai had was given to a good operator of lathe s, a good lathe worker.

This fit with everyone's understanding! A good carter, of course, had an essential role in the lathe's design, but there was no need to raise it so high, and describe it as a designer, right?

”Shameless!” When Guo Tailai left the lathe, he faintly heard a very low curse, but Guo Tailai remained indifferent and silently moved out of the way.

”Fatty, what do you feel?” Of course Old Liu was there too, but at this moment, he was alone. The old man didn't have the qualifications to speak up, so he looked at the fatty being pushed out at the end, and saw those people looking at the high precision lathe as if they were looking at some rare thing. He approached the fatty and asked in a low voice.

”I don't feel anything.” Guo Tailai looked at those people, shook his head, and said seemingly calmly: ”Maybe they were just mistaken.”

It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel anything. Who could tolerate a single word of rejection after several months of hard work? These fellows did not even have time to explain. They had already come to a conclusion, using their own common sense, that Guo Tailai could not do it.