Chapter 403: Chapter 212: Cost and Legacy (10,000-word update!!!!)_4

For example.

Many components of the Airbus A380 are manufactured by Da Mao’s hydraulic press, which is rated at 75,000 tons.

The domestic 80,000-ton water press is mostly used for producing 7500mm nuclear power plant tube plates and forging fighter jet engine frames, among other things.

One-time molding, no need for second forging.

This is truly a vital national asset, and there’s only one in the country.

When creating precision equipment like ring dies without a pre-mold, just starting it up costs over a million. (The cost of the 80,000-ton water press is ten yuan per ton.)

The molds made under such circumstances can be directly used for replica mass production.

In other words, you follow the pattern with molten iron, pour into it, and after cooling, you get the necessary ring production line directly, which naturally is not low in cost.

Of course.

The above sentence is just an example, for ease of understanding.

In practice, using these molds is definitely not as simple as pouring water and cooling, but requires other complex processes.

But no matter what.

The lifespan of this type of mold will also be in the hundreds of uses.

That means...

Even with the most pessimistic and conservative estimation.

Before the ’exterminate a mantis’ production line expands to a hundred lines, Xu Yun and the others will not need to worry about the production line problems.

But how should this favor be repaid?

This is no longer just a matter of price but involves some deeper, more complex factors.

Not to mention Lin Zhenhua obviously doesn’t even plan to charge me....

First, there’s Hou Xingyuan, then there’s Lin Zhenhua.

What did I do to deserve such grace...

Seeing Xu Yun’s complex expression, Lin Zhenhua seemed to see his dilemma.

So he took the initiative to step forward, patted Xu Yun on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Xiaoxu, I can roughly guess what you’re thinking, but honestly, you don’t need to think too much."

"I’ve used personal connections, true, but the precondition for all of this is still that your product can stand its ground."

"If it was just an ordinary product requiring high-precision equipment modules, I’d never ask the Navy to intervene — and even if I did, they wouldn’t agree to help."

"There’s also an audit office within the Navy’s military industry. Their agreement to help you make the module shows that your product has also gained their approval."

Speaking of this.

Lin Zhenhua reached onto his head and ruffled a few times.

Then he placed his hand in front of Xu Yun, opened it, and revealed his palm.

Xu Yun instinctively looked.

He found that there were indeed several strands of white hair lying in Lin Zhenhua’s palm at this moment.

Lin Zhenhua pinched one silver strand with the index finger and thumb of his other hand, and sighed:

"Xiaoxu, do you see these few strands of hair?"

"Once I was as spirited as you, challenging Neon, Korea, and Germany, personally constructing the height of Han Hua Heavy Industry."

"Someone said I’m like a flag in the Republic’s industrial history, and I, myself, think there’s no problem with that. My contribution is worthy of that evaluation."

"But as a so-called flag, it means being planted in place, serving as a landmark."

"But unknowingly, I’m also a man in his seventies, I can walk, but can’t run anymore, I can pick up pliers but can’t tighten screw anymore."

"I’m still regarded as the head of the Hanhua Factory now, but in reality, starting a few years ago, I’ve gradually transitioned some affairs to my successors — otherwise, where would I find time to go... fishing?"

"People... ultimately grow old."

"But it’s a comfort that, as half of this old man lies in the grave, I’ve met you all."

Then Lin Zhenhua’s gaze swept over Xu Yun, Yu Yuanyong, and the other people such as Old Su who had followed Tang Li to the scene.

Looking and looking.

Originally, Lin Zhenhua should have felt melancholy due to his age, but suddenly he smiled, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

No mistake.

Now I am old.

Perhaps in a few more years, I might not even walk steadily.

He’s like a flag, once planted on the summit, fending off countless enemy attacks,

gloriously carving out illustrious battle achievements.

But with the erosion of time, holes inevitably appear on the flag.

And on the opposite side of that flag.

Those foreign enemies who once failed to capture this mountaintop never gave up coveting this place.

They’ve just temporarily retracted their fangs, raised their cheekbones, and put on a facade of a smile.

Once this front slackens.

They will transform into blue-faced, fanged spectres, sucking your soul dry.

For a moment.

The situation seemed a bit precarious, fraught with crisis.

But just at this point, Lin Zhenhua suddenly found.

A large group of people with torches was slowly climbing on the winding path behind him in the darkness.

Xu Yun, Yu Yuanyong, Old Su, Li Yi.....

In Lin Zhenhua’s eyes, these people were flickering flames of varying sizes, brimming with vitality.

And what he had to do.

Was to guide them with his last bit of strength in the darkness before they reached the summit.

As long as they have enough time, they will climb to the top.

Surpass me, and hurl the torch towards the enemy.

Flames are meant to incinerate spectres.

........

Although Xu Yun, due to age and experience, couldn’t fully empathize with Lin Zhenhua.

As one who shares the same ideals, he more or less understood some of this veteran industrialist’s thoughts and feelings.

Looking at the document report in his hand.

Xu Yun couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

He then walked over to Lin Zhenhua, bowed deeply toward him, and said: