RPAGF Chapter 919 Was this a huge loot drop after defeating the BOSS?
Chapter 919 Was this a huge loot drop after defeating the BOSS?
Yes, written drawings.
So-called text drawings do not refer to drawings with a lot of text on them. Rather, they are a more core and confidential document, in addition to the formal assembly drawings or component drawings that specify strict dimensions, tolerances, and materials.
It typically does not specify manufacturing dimensions, but instead uses extensive textual descriptions, technical parameters, logic flowcharts, control principle block diagrams, and even core mathematical calculation formulas to explain the design concept, working principle, control logic, and key performance parameters of a device or system.
It can be said that written drawings carry the soul of "why it is designed this way" and "how to achieve its function", while construction drawings are the body of "how to manufacture it".
Just as Old Wang was speeding away with the chubby kid on his back...
In a dormitory that served as a prison, Junichiro lay sprawled on a cold cot like a mangy dog whose spine had been removed.
As if he had just thought of something, Junichiro, who was lying flat, suddenly sat up with a start.
He gripped his trouser legs tightly with both hands, pulling them down twice. Recalling the scene of those cassette tapes rolling out like sheep droppings on the rooftop log bridge, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, a tightness gripping his chest…
Why couldn't he stay calm? Why did he reveal all his cards?
But after a moment of frustration, he suddenly raised his head, a self-comforting smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and let out a low and eerie chuckle.
"Hum hum……"
"So what if...so what if you got the tape?" Junichiro muttered to himself, facing the wall, as if encouraging himself or engaging in some kind of self-hypnosis.
"What's recorded inside is the most beautiful machine language and the most ingenious logical algorithms, written by the top technical experts of my Great Japanese Empire, who spent countless efforts!"
"You backward Chinese people probably can't even distinguish between hexadecimal and binary, right? Even if you manage to read the data by chance, what can you understand when faced with machine code that is as vast as the starry sea and as logically meticulous as the Olympian oracle?"
The underlying logic, the design philosophy of filters, the wisdom of signal processing contained within... how could you brute force brute force possibly comprehend it?
The more he talked, the more convinced he became of his point. He even seemed to see Chinese people scratching their heads and looking helpless in the face of incomprehensible code, and a twisted, smug smile appeared on his face, unique to his little notebook.
"Yes! That must be it! They must be at a loss! They're probably worrying about it right now! Hahaha..." He curled up, covered his head with a thin blanket, and let out a self-comforting laugh in the darkness.
"The wisdom of the elite is not so easily stolen! The program is the true soul barrier of this system! They took away the 'body,' but they will never get the 'soul'!"
He had no idea that his so-called "soul barrier" had been dismantled by Jiang Xia in the tent with a vivid metaphor of "tick-tock," into an interesting code that even Zhao Gang could understand to some extent.
Just as Junichiro was curled up in bed, hypnotizing himself with the idea that "elite wisdom is inviolable," the dormitory door was opened again with a "bang."
To Junichiro's astonishment, his two haggard-looking attendants were casually tossed in by the badge warriors, and then the door was locked again.
"Master...Master of the Clan!" Upon seeing Junichiro, a servant rushed over as if he had found his pillar of support, scrambling and stumbling: "Gone! All gone!"
Junichiro's heart sank. He forced himself to remain calm and shouted sternly, "Baka! What's the panic! What's gone? Explain yourself!"
"It's...it's those 'large rolls of film'!"
Another attendant sat blankly to the side, his face showing an expression of utter exasperation.
"They...they forced us onto a high, slippery log bridge! Standing on it, there was nothing below...we...we couldn't hold on...the things...the things fell down!"
"What?! A single-plank bridge?! You guys too...!"
Junichiro sprang up from the bed and reached out to grab the attendant by the collar to vent the lord's wrath, but his smooth movement suddenly paused.
Junichiro repeated the action only after he tied his coat around his waist.
"Hmm? Also?..."
The attendant glanced at his master with suspicion, but the face so close to his left left him no time to think; he could only reflexively cry out:
"We didn't want this either, Master!"
“The Chinese… they’re playing tricks! It must be the ginger soup they gave us earlier that was the problem! It must have been poisoned! Otherwise… otherwise, with my willpower, plus the long-term… uh, 'training'… how… how could we possibly have failed to hold out!”
Seemingly in an attempt to prove his "innocence" and his efforts, he subconsciously showed Junichiro the stubborn yellow stains on his pants, his voice trembling with tears.
groove!
Looking at the glaring stain, listening to the absurd yet logical explanation from his attendant, and hearing the phrase "long-term training," Junichiro felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He let go of his hand, staggered backward, and fell back onto the bed with a thud.
Junichiro certainly understood what "long-term training" meant.
In order to safely and secretly bring out those larger, more information-dense rolls of film, he personally arranged for this loyal subordinate to undergo a special training program called "Mental Stick Injection Method," which aimed to improve sphincter control and intestinal endurance, for nearly a year.
This was supposed to be the ultimate measure to ensure absolute success, and in theory, it should never have failed under simple intimidation.
Unless... the methods used by the other party exceeded the scope of their training, or the other party had already seen through everything and precisely broke through their psychological defenses.
The discovery of "the same single-plank bridge" further convinced him that the other party had a clear objective, shrewd methods, and it was by no means a coincidence.
"It's over, it's all over... The ultimate core data of the LD furnace and CC process, which encapsulates the essence of Kobe Steel's highest technology..."
"That's the core of the family's plan to set up a new business in an overseas enclave..."
Junichiro collapsed heavily onto the bed, one hand trembling as he raised it in the air.
"Dear Father... have the cherry blossoms in our hometown bloomed yet?"
……
Meanwhile, in a secret underground room not far from where Junichiro was located.
The little guy with the tuft of hair is scratching his head in frustration as he looks at the freshly taken photos.
"Wait a minute... wait a minute... these words, and these parameter models... if I'm not mistaken, this isn't pointing to steelmaking itself at all..."
The fussy kid started getting restless and began pulling a millstone like a donkey in the dark room.
Old Wang stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over the specially enlarged and developed photograph. It was covered in dense Japanese symbols—things like "multi-point secondary cooling water distribution model," "solidification end light pressure reduction rate," and "equiaxed crystal ratio control ≥35%"—making him dizzy and completely baffled.
Never mind, I don't understand...
Just take good care of the people in front of you.
So, Old Wang took a bowl of noodles and started feeding the donkey that was pulling the millstone.
Zhao Gang, who was helping to hang the newly developed photos on the rope, found the scene of "one spinning around and the other feeding" somewhat amusing and casually remarked, "Not steelmaking? Then it's just rolling steel! After steel is made, it has to be rolled into finished products before it can be used!"
Old Wang, who had already fed the donkey pulling the millstone a few mouthfuls of noodles, turned his head upon hearing this and said, "Pah! You're showing off. All you know is steel rolling! The molten steel can be molded into ingots and then waited for forging, or it can be directly cast into castings of specific shapes. There are many ways to do it."
"I've worked in the steel rolling mill for years, I know more about this than you do!"
After saying that, he turned back and habitually brought the chopsticks holding the noodles to Jiang Xia's mouth. To his surprise, this time Jiang Xia neither opened her mouth nor flinched, as if she hadn't noticed the food being offered to her at all, her eyes still fixed on the food, lost in her own thoughts.
As a result, those few noodles, glistening with oil, stuck firmly to Jiang Xia's cheeks.
Old Wang was taken aback and was about to apologize when he saw Jiang Xia suddenly shudder!
"Ha! Brother Zhao! You're a genius!"
"I get it! I get it! This isn't data from the LD converter! This isn't even the steelmaking process! This is CC technology! It's continuous casting!"
As he spoke, the boy with the dazed hair pulled out paper and pen and began frantically checking his calculations.
Captain Zhao Gang, whose body was long and horizontal, proudly shrugged at Old Wang.
"Ha! Little Jiang praised me!"