Don't Interrupt My Immortal Cultivation

After leaving the meeting, Lin Wen wasted no time and immediately went to the flying sword workshop of Changshan Steel Plant.

The workshop was brightly lit, and the workers were still busy debugging the equipment. Currently, almost all the equipment had been debugged.

The only problem was that the strong magnetic field generator could not work continuously.

This was the last and most important part of the flying sword workshop.

They had requested technical consultation from the manufacturer, but even the supporting technicians couldn't solve this problem.

Three technicians stood in front of the huge machine, scratching their heads. Behind them were five engineers, all with worried expressions.

After a brief discussion, the senior technician leading the group said, "We have checked many times and found no problems. All the indicators of the equipment are correct. The loss of magnetism that occurs after running for 10 minutes is caused by other issues."

One technician said, "It's the environmental problem here. The infrastructure in Changshan County is rubbish and cannot support the operation of such advanced equipment."

This statement was unanimously agreed upon by everyone. The person in charge of the workshop, Lao Hu, turned red in the face and tried to defend himself, "We have provided the best guarantee for this equipment!"

A technician sneered, "Your guarantee is shit."

Another technician said, "The wiring of your power supply doesn't comply with the connectivity theorem. The arrangement of the lines is not optimal, and the quality and voltage of the lines are not stable enough."

The technician responsible for the wiring behind Lao Hu immediately jumped up and shouted, "You're talking nonsense! If there's a problem with my wiring, you tell me!"

The senior technician glanced disdainfully at him and said, "Country bumpkin."

Lao Hu stopped the enraged technician and bowed deeply to him, "I'm sorry, it's our fault. Please redo the wiring according to your standards."

The senior technician turned his face away and ignored him. Another technician said coldly, "Wiring is not within our scope of responsibility. It's your problem."

"After repeated inspections, there is no problem with the equipment. We can leave now. Remember to pay the maintenance fee within a week."

Lao Hu became anxious, "But the equipment is not ready yet..."

An engineer pushed him aside, "That's your own problem."

Eight staff members from the manufacturer walked out in a line, but they were stopped by Lin Wen at the workshop entrance.

The senior technician frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Lin Wen asked coldly, "How much is your maintenance fee?"

"Madman." The senior technician reached out to push him away, but found that the workers had surrounded them.

He took a step back and asked cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

Lin Wen turned to the factory director, Zhang Xiaoda, and asked, "How much is their maintenance fee?"

"Ten million."

"So little?" Lin Wen frowned, "Forget it."

He pointed at the senior technician, "White-skinned pig, your technology is not up to par. You haven't even fixed the equipment and you dare to ask for maintenance fees."

The white-skinned pig's face turned red, "Who are you calling a pig? It's clearly your own problem!"

Lin Wen couldn't be bothered to argue, "I fixed it, so give me the maintenance fee."

The white-skinned pig's face instantly turned into a red-skinned pig, "You can fix it! I'll give you ten times the maintenance fee!"

Lin Wen glanced at his secretary, Fang Weiwei, who had come along. She pointed to the recording pen on her chest and nodded.

Lin Wen was very satisfied. Fang Weiwei was now very useful and efficient. He directly asked [Ask Heaven Dao].

[How can I make this strong magnetic field generator work normally again]

Consumption: 50% of spiritual energy.

Lin Wen used the spell without hesitation.

The power of the spiritual energy quickly decreased from 37% to 12%.

[Cut off one-third of the strong condensed magnetic coil in the central area.]

When Lin Wen proposed the plan, the red-skinned pig almost spoke through his nostrils, "You really are a country bumpkin from a barbarian tribe."

"The design of the top scientists and experts in the empire, do you think you have the right to modify it?"

But the workers ignored him. They had already removed the back cover and were holding large pliers to cut the wires.

The red-skinned pig shouted anxiously, "What are you doing? This is the latest experimental machine. If you break it, you'll have to compensate!"

Lin Wen sneered, "When you sold us the experimental machine, you didn't say that, did you, Fang Weiwei? What did they say?"

Fang Weiwei answered in her standard cold and indifferent secretary voice, "The latest finished product, the world's leading and first stable super-strong magnetic field model, priced at 99 million, accounting for 80% of the cost of all equipment in the flying sword workshop."

The red-skinned pig's face turned purple. He pointed at Lin Wen and shouted, "You didn't listen to advice, and now the equipment is damaged. We are not responsible."

Crack.

The technician cut the last wire, carefully checked it, and after confirming that everything was correct, shouted, "Sheriff Lin, it's done."

"Check it and start it up."

The purple-skinned pig shouted, "You're messing around. This machine is going to explode!"

Lao Hu personally pulled up the main power switch. The sound of buzzing filled the air, the sound of the voltage regulator working, but it scared the purple-skinned pig and the others to run away.

"Run!"

"It's going to explode!"

The workers in the workshop remained motionless because Lin Wen had walked to the front and, after confirming with the chief engineer, personally pressed the start button.A louder buzzing sound rang out, accompanied by the background noise of the rising magnetic field. The machine started running, with a powerful current flowing through the solid-state magnetic coil, amplified through magnetic induction to a larger coil, gradually increasing in strength, ultimately forming an extremely strong magnetic field that enveloped the entire quenching workshop.

The machine ran for one minute without any abnormalities.

By the fifth minute of operation, the technicians from the manufacturer also entered. They immediately noticed the numbers on the magnetic field indicator and were instantly overjoyed.

"Look! Look! The magnetic field intensity has dropped by one-third! It doesn't meet the standard!"

"Hahaha, serves you right for messing around!"

"The solid-state magnetic coil is very expensive. It's easy to cut it off, but it will cost at least 50 million to restore it!"

No one paid any attention to them, and Lin Wen remained unfazed.

By the seventh minute of operation, the magnetic field intensity began to rise. The current per unit area had reached 70 million amperes per meter, and the magnetic flux exceeded 10 million oersteds, approaching the maximum value.

By the tenth minute, which was the stage where the magnetic field was previously lost, the magnetic field intensity had completely reached the standard.

Subsequently, the magnetic field generator maintained this value for thirty minutes without any abnormalities.

According to the general standards of industrial machinery, this machine had been successfully debugged and could operate normally.

A cheer erupted in the Flying Sword Workshop, and Lin Wen loudly asked, "Are you ready?"

The workers responded in unison, "We're ready!" Their voices shook the roof, full of vigor.

Lin Wen said loudly, "Flying Sword Workshop, begin production!"

An even louder cheer erupted, and the workers were filled with excitement and pride. They took their respective positions, paying no attention to the group of technicians who looked dejected.

Lin Wen pointed at Fang Weiwei and Zhang Xiaoda, saying, "You two, keep them in check and have the manufacturer wire 10 billion to me."

The senior technician exclaimed, "Wasn't it 100 million?"

Lin Wen sneered, "I solved the problem with your experimental product. Isn't 10 billion a fair consulting fee for this technology?"

The senior technician's face turned red, and he tried to argue, but Lin Wen couldn't be bothered with him. He entrusted the follow-up work to Fang Weiwei and Zhang Xiaoda.

He turned and walked into the crowd of workers, joining the frontline production.

Of course, Lin Wen hadn't received professional training. He just helped out on the side, passing parts and observing if any problems arose so that he could solve them promptly.

Fang Weiwei transformed into a domineering female CEO and gained the upper hand in negotiations with the senior technician.

Since Lin Wen gave her a book called "Self-Cultivation of an Actor," her acting skills had greatly improved. She could effortlessly switch between any role without any obstacles.

The only regret was that she couldn't return to her peak. Since the change of power in the imperial court, she hadn't been able to enter the realm of a queen again.

However, dealing with these people didn't require such a high level. The aura of a female CEO was enough.

The senior technician's arguments were in vain, and they could only make a call to the manufacturer, asking the company's higher-ups to take over this difficult matter.

However, when the company's higher-ups heard that the machine could actually operate normally, their attitude underwent a tremendous change.

Fang Weiwei keenly noticed this and, while silencing the technicians, used the detained personnel as leverage to negotiate with Universal Corporation, the most advanced equipment manufacturer in the empire.

After arduous negotiations, Fang Weiwei obtained a massive compensation of 1.2 billion but made a promise that Changshan County must assist them in producing the super-strong magnetic field generator that could operate normally.

Fang Weiwei looked dissatisfied, as if she had suffered a great loss, and sent the technicians back to the manufacturer.

But when she returned to Lin Wen's side, she transformed into a docile and gentle secretary. Lin Wen was pleased after listening to the report and took out a hundred yuan bill, stuffing it into her pocket.

"Thank you for your trouble. This is your hard-earned money."

Zhang Xiaoda's eyes nearly popped out. He looked at Sheriff Lin and saw him attentively handing additional materials to the master craftsmen. Then he looked at Fang Weiwei, who was happily smoothing out the hundred yuan bill, carefully removing all the wrinkles, and then tucking it into her chest. She even gave him a vigilant glance.

Zhang Xiaoda could only describe his current mood with two words.

Holy shit.

Two hours later, the first batch of finished products in the Flying Sword Workshop was about to be completed.

All the workers who temporarily had no tasks gathered in front of the quenching workshop, waiting for the workers inside to come out.

Five minutes later, three operators wearing thick protective suits passed through two isolation doors and brought out the knives that had undergone quenching and tempering in the high magnetic field.

A total of forty-seven pieces were sent to the quality inspection department to ensure that they met the standards.

When all the knives were labeled as qualified by the quality inspectors, the entire staff of the Flying Sword Workshop cheered together.

County Chief Zhang Xiaoda and the head of the Imperial Capital Office, Zhao Pengyuan, embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces.

This was the fruit of their sweat and tears.

This meant that Changshan County finally had a truly technological product and was no longer a backward and ignorant land.

Lin Wen, however, remained relatively calm. He ordered them to do the final task—

That was, packaging the products.

Top-notch knives needed top-notch packaging. They had to be packaged in the most magnificent, noble, low-key, profound, and high-end manner. They couldn't just be presented as they were.Lin Wen instructed Old Xie to immediately outsource to the highest-grade packaging company, to create perfect packaging for each top-notch knife, demanding a dazzling black and a radiant white.

The packaging should be printed with a flying sword carrying complex inscriptions. The pattern should be simultaneously minimized and magnified to perfectly present the visual effect of the entire package.

Each knife should come with a manual entirely in a foreign language, preferably the rarest and least recognized one, with all the nonsense written in it, highlighting the meticulousness.

Additionally, a beautifully crafted quality assurance certificate should be included, claiming a full refund and a new replacement if there are any quality issues. However, the address of the warranty company would be the Mariana office in Java.

Only by meticulously completing all of the above, could it justify its price of one million.

A huge weight was finally lifted off Lin Wen's heart as the flying sword workshop began normal production.

According to the current output, they could produce two thousand pieces per month, with a revenue of around 20-25 billion. Taking all the losses into account, the cost would be at most ten million.

Lin Wen had no plans to expand production. The market for top-notch knives was not large, and two thousand was a very suitable number. Any more, and the price might drop, reducing the profit instead.

The current profit ratio was in the best state. On average, the daily income was around 70 million, while the cost was less than 500,000.

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This was undoubtedly a super-profitable industry, perfectly in line with Lin Wen's expectations.

The issue of funds was initially resolved.

However, Lin Wen's target was not just 500,000 refugees, but all the 4 million refugees in Zhongzhou.

The money was still not enough.

Lin Wen stepped out of the bustling flying sword workshop. At this time, the new moon was like a hook, the moonlight was dim, and looking out, the entire Changshan County was pitch black.

Only a small point in the far east had a faint light.

The west was even more shrouded in layers of mountain shadows, like demons lurking in the night.

Lin Wen stood halfway up the mountain, the night breeze blowing gently, bringing a hint of chill. It was already late autumn, and winter was about to set in.

"I wonder if it will be cold this winter and if there are any heating measures," Lin Wen's thoughts gradually drifted.

"The money needs to be spent quickly. If it's not spent on the common people, it's just a piece of waste paper."

"The super-profitable industry is just to give back to the government."

"The real pillar of Changshan County is the socialist factory."

"The happiness of the workers is the foundation of all good karma."