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Chapter 64 must be continued.

Zhen Yingquan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and glanced at everyone.

"I can only buy you a day at most to see if we can borrow a spare part from a neighboring province."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Vice President Yang shook his head helplessly.

"I've already made a phone call. No other place has these parts in stock; we can only import them from abroad."

Zhen Yingquan frowned and looked at the vice president: "You mean there's no way out?"

The technical department director hesitated for a moment before speaking, "We can't guarantee the accuracy. These are parts used in aircraft engines, and the error must not exceed 0.001 millimeters. With our current processing tools, it's simply impossible."

For a moment, the entire conference room fell silent.

Just then, a sound suddenly came from outside.

"What are you doing? Where are your parents? Who gave you permission to eavesdrop here?"

"I just wanted to help."

"Go away, you little brat, what are you doing getting involved? Get out of here, or I'll take you to the police station!"

"No, Uncle, I can really help! They need to process parts, right? That's exactly what I do!"

"Stop bragging! You little brat, mind your own business!"

"But I really can do it, please let me in!"

Outside the conference room, Wu Zuzheng pleaded with the guards dressed in green military uniforms.

"Uncle, please give me a chance, I really can help."

The guard looked helpless and grabbed Wu Zu's clothes, trying to pull him out.

Just then, the conference room door suddenly opened.

Zhen Yingquan came out from inside.

Upon seeing this, the guard quickly loosened Wu Zu's clothes and saluted Zhen Yingquan.

"Reporting to the Dean, I discovered a child eavesdropping on your meeting. I'm about to kick him out!"

Zhen Yingquan waved his hand slightly, and the light fell on Wu Zu.

"Have we met before?"

Wu Zu grinned and said, "Yes, yes, my parents just came to your office looking for you."

"Oh, you must be Professor Wu and Professor Liu's child?"

"Yes, yes, it's me. My name is Wu Zu, Dean. What does that part you were talking about look like? Can I take a look?"

At this point, Zhen Yingquan had no other choice but to try anything, so he immediately nodded.

"Then come in with me."

Upon hearing this, the guards standing nearby were stunned.

"But Dean—"

"Alright, you can continue standing guard."

"yes!"

Wu Zu was then led into the conference room by Zhen Yingquan.

When everyone saw Wu Zu enter, they all turned their attention to him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhen Yingquan handed the broken pieces on the table to Wu Zu.

"Come here, take a look."

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

It's unbelievable that the dean actually believed this child who wasn't even as tall as the podium.

"Dean, he's still just a child!"

"Yes, Dean, this is a fuel nozzle used on aircraft engines. The error cannot exceed 5 micrometers. It is also horn-shaped. The processing technology is extremely demanding. Only foreign countries can do it."

"Dean, this is no joke. If the finished product is substandard, the entire engine will be scrapped."

At this moment, Wu Zu suddenly raised his head.

"It can be processed!"

As soon as Wu Zu finished speaking, the entire conference room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at him wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Little kid, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you even know what this is?"

"Exactly, you probably don't even know what units of length are! Do you even know what five micrometers means? That's thinner than a hair!"

"You can't just make such boastful claims. If the parts aren't manufactured to standard and the entire aircraft engine is scrapped, the loss would be millions!"

Everyone voiced their opposition, fearing that Zhen Yingquan would agree to Wu Zu's request.

Zhen Yingquan was also surprised by Wu Zu's straightforward answer. Looking at his confident expression, he was a little stunned.

Wu Zu smiled calmly, held up the part in his hand and said, "Didn't you just say that this is a fuel nozzle for an aircraft engine? Although it is horn-shaped, it can be machined on a lathe. Coincidentally, we brought a lathe with us."

A glint flashed in Zhen Yingquan's eyes as he gently patted Wu Zu's shoulder.

"Kid, this isn't something you can just brag about."

"You just heard it too, the entire aircraft engine is worth millions. If it malfunctions and becomes unusable because of this defective part, then millions will have been wasted!"

Wu Zu shrugged lightly: "Anyway, you don't have any other parts available right now, do you? How will you know if it will work if you don't try?"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him in surprise, not expecting that this child could speak with more certainty than an adult.

Zhen Yingquan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, your parents are downstairs, let them give it a try!"

At this moment, Wu Zu suddenly spoke up again: "Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Okay, go ahead."

"If we can manufacture this part, could you give the Northwest Ordnance Research Institute a chance?"

When Wu Zu made this request, everyone in the conference room stared in astonishment.

This little guy is really fearless, daring to make such a request to Dean Zhen.

Zhen Yingquan suddenly burst into laughter: "Good lad! You've got guts. Since you're so confident, I'll give you a chance. But what do you plan to do if you can't do it?"

"If you can't do it, we'll give you the machine for free!"

"Then it's a deal!"

As he spoke, Zhen Yingquan actually pointed a finger at Wu Zu.

Seeing this, Wu Zu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Dean, how old are you? You're still so childish. Pinky promises are for little kids!"

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Wu Zu took the parts and walked out. Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and then followed him downstairs.

It was nearly evening, and the hallway was somewhat dim.

Liu Xuelan glanced at her watch and gently nudged Wu Guodong, who was sighing beside her.

"Stop sighing! Your son's been out for ages, go check if something's happened!"

Wu Guodong then came to his senses and remembered that he had a son.

"Yes, yes, I'm going to find my son. By the way, which floor has the restroom?"

"I don't know, but he went upstairs. Look for him one by one."

"OK!"

As soon as Wu Guodong reached the top of the stairs, he saw Wu Zu coming up from downstairs.

Upon seeing Wu Zu, he couldn't help but complain, "You brat, you went to the toilet for almost twenty minutes, what were you doing?"

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Only then did he realize that Wu Zu was followed by a group of people, with Zhen Yingquan, the director of the provincial research institute who had just rejected them, walking at the very front.

Wu Guodong quickly put on a smiling face and said to Zhen Yingquan, "Dean Zhen, you're here too!"

Zhen Yingquan nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his lips.

"You should thank your son; he's earned you an opportunity!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Guodong was stunned, and Liu Xuelan, who had just walked over, also became excited.

"Dean Zhen, you mean—"

Wu Zu shook the fuel nozzle in his hand and said.

"The dean just said that as long as we can manufacture a single fuel injector for them, they'll give us the funding!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Guodong's face lit up with joy: "Thank you, Dean, I—"

Wu Guodong's smile suddenly froze, and he turned to look at Wu Zu: "What fuel injector?"

Liu Xuelan stared at the part in Wu Zu's hand, her eyes widening in surprise: "If I remember correctly, this should be a fuel nozzle for an aircraft engine, right?"

Zhen Yingquan nodded: "That's right, this is a fuel nozzle for a newly developed aero engine, which will be used to upgrade the J-7 fighter jet!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan both gasped.

They worked at the weapons research institute, so they had naturally heard about this.

It is said that this new aero engine may significantly improve the performance of the J-7 fighter jet and is the engine to be used in the next generation of fighter jets.

However, many of the materials used in this engine are imported and have extremely high precision. With the current skills of senior technicians in China, it is simply impossible to process them by hand.

Wu Guodong quickly pulled Wu Zu to his side and whispered, "These are parts for aircraft engines, requiring extremely high precision. You—"

"Don't worry, Dean Zhen just said the error can't exceed 5 micrometers, there won't be any problem!"

Seeing Wu Zu's confident demeanor, Liu Xuelan couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Are you planning to use your lathe to machine it?"

"Otherwise what?"

At this moment, Zhen Yingquan checked the time.

"It's getting late. Are you sure you want to take this mission?"

Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan hesitated, after all, it was still unknown whether the part could be processed well.

If the manufactured product fails to meet standards and damages the aircraft engine, their responsibility will be enormous.

While they were hesitating, Wu Zu spoke up decisively.

"Of course I'll accept!"

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