"Elder Lin, is this... is this... the five-hour production report of our production line?"
Lin Zhenhua smiled and nodded:
"That's right."
Despite Lin Zhenhua's confirmation, even Xu Yun, with experience from two lifetimes, felt a bit bewildered:
"But... but how is this possible?"
"The coefficients listed here are more than five times that of Nutrien's FOERDA-T632."
"Converted precision is at least within 0.0015, which domestic machine tool manufacturer can make such precision modules?"
"Whether it's Yanjing Fine Carving or Dalian Kede, neither is likely to have such capability, right?"
While speaking.
Xu Yun started looking around, wanting to find the corresponding molds for a closer examination.
But soon.
His actions were interrupted by Lin Zhenhua:
"Xiaoxu, don't bother searching, the molds aren't here. Did you notice the report is a fax copy?"
"The set of molds are still in Shanghai, and will be directly sent to your company in a couple of days."
"Shanghai?"
