Only then did Gu Siwei realize that the door had been opened, and the lock was hanging on the nose of the door and swinging gently.

Walking into the workshop, Gu Siwei found that the car door was very clean. It seemed that people often came to clean it, and all the tools were arranged neatly.

At the head of the workshop, a gray machine lay quietly.

Seeing this machine, Gu Siwei felt a similar feeling.

Gu Siwei subconsciously walked over and looked at the card sleeve of the drive shaft. When he saw the card sleeve, he was stunned.

Even when he beat Gu Siwei to death, he didn't expect that the machine in front of him was actually the one he would use decades later!

In other words, this machine will be eliminated in ordinary factories in a few decades, and the thing that Gu Siwei has been tinkering with for more than half a year is the machine in front of him, because there is a mark made by someone on the cover. This mark can be

It's not there when it leaves the factory. Some user carved it on it.

Gu Siwei was petrified. He really didn't expect that he would encounter such a situation. He would inevitably wonder in his heart: Could it be possible that he came here? What does it have to do with this machine?

The soul is bound to this machine?

Then I thought about it, it's impossible. What are you doing using your own space if you're tied to a machine?

Gu Siwei was standing next to the machine, his face turning red and green for a while, and he could tell that he was thinking about something mentally.

For a while, neither Lao Qiao nor Xiao Qiao dared to interrupt him.

Hu Yanqiu couldn't help it after a while. She just came over to watch the excitement. She saw that Gu Siwei had been standing in front of the machine for almost five minutes and hadn't moved yet, so she couldn't bear to leave.

"Hey, what's wrong with you!"

Hu Yanqiu asked.

Old Qiao and Xiao Qiao were about to make a silent gesture, thinking that Gu Siwei was thinking about the machine. Who knew that Hu Yanqiu had already asked.

This time Gu Siwei came back to his senses and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I was distracted!"

Qiao Yitong wanted to cover his face.

Qiao Qisheng didn't show anything at all, he just smiled.

Gu Siwei wanted to see what was wrong with his old friend after forty years, so he asked: "Is the power turned on?"

After hearing what Gu Siwei said, Qiao Qisheng quickly asked his son to turn on the power.

The power is turned on and the indicator light lights up.

Gu Siwei was very familiar with this thing, which meant it was newer than when he used to play with it. The paint had peeled off in many places before, but now the paint is still as new.

I looked at the ruler, and sure enough, the zero mark on the ruler was not aligned with the mark on the spindle. The correct way was to perfectly coincide with the two zero marks. Now, as Qiao Yitong said, the difference between the two zero marks was about a knuckle's distance.

"Do you still have the last program you used?"

Gu Siwei asked.

"Yes, but you have to find someone," Qiao Qisheng said.

"Come here." Gu Siwei continued to look at the machine, trying to eliminate several reasons he had thought of.

Seeing that Gu Siwei was quite familiar with him, Qiao Qisheng felt that his son's friend, who was a bit too young, seemed to have used this machine before.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to find something by myself first.

Gu Siwei didn't care about this. When he touched the machine, it seemed that the days when he was dominated by the master were back. This time, there was no fear or panic. It seemed that he had returned to a time decades later.

In the flow.

I was even a bit expecting that my deceased master would suddenly appear behind me, kick me in the face, and scold me for being stupid. I have never seen anyone as stupid as you.

Gu Siwei was very attentive, as if he was learning for the first time.

Gu Siwei's concentration also infected Qiao Yitong, making him hold his breath and try not to make any noise.

Hu Yanqiu's eyes almost watered when he saw Gu Siwei at this moment. Some people say when a man is most handsome, many women say when a man pays for money, and some women say when a man concentrates on work.

A man who concentrates on his work is handsome, not to mention that in front of him is a handsome guy who is about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure, a waist and a leopard's back, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Isn't that even more handsome!

Yes, in Hu Yanqiu's eyes now, Gu Siwei is even more handsome, and Hu Yanqiu almost looks like a star.

The thoughts of Huaichun girls are sometimes so direct that they don't even need any reason. They only need the moment that is enough to move them, a ray of light that can penetrate the door of her heart, and they fall.

Focusing on the machine, Gu Siwei was as if he was dyed with a layer of light. At this moment, he was like an enlightened monk, focused and peaceful, as if time had stopped in his body.

The sun shines through the glass and falls on Gu Siwei's body, making his side face submerged in the sun. His focused eyes and calm gaze, coupled with the sunlight shining on his face, clearly reflect the slight fluff and long hair on his face.

The eyelashes are also clearly shown.

The young man with a resolute face and full of confidence is like a dream and radiant at this moment.

Gu Siwei's fingers fell on the huge control panel next to him. Every time he moved, the machine would make a buzzing sound, as if there was no sound. With every step, each axis of the machine would change slightly.

At this moment, Gu Siwei was like a magician in Hu Yanqiu's eyes.

Gu Siwei eliminated several problems and spent about twenty minutes, but he still couldn't find the problem. However, Gu Siwei was not in a hurry because it was not a matter of urgency.

Sometimes when someone messes up something, it takes you ten or even a hundred times to find it out. When you find out the problem, sometimes misunderstanding makes people feel stupid.

Gu Siwei remained focused, carefully thinking about the possibility of this.

Suddenly, Gu Siwei remembered. He returned to the console, gently turned the parameter knob, calculated in his mind, and then adjusted the parameters of the x-sleeve from zero to six thousand, and then adjusted the y-axis and z-axis.

The parameters were also adjusted from zero to six thousand.

I set up a simple processing action and started the machine.

With a whining sound, the machine idled for a few times without any parts. Gu Siwei reset the machine to zero on the console. When he returned the machine to its original position, the zero marks that were one knuckle off were perfectly aligned.

"alright!"

Gu Siwei said.

Qiao Yitong felt that he had heard wrongly. Many technicians had been studying things for several months but had not been able to fix them. Did this guy really fix it?

Approaching Gu Siwei, Qiao Yitong opened his mouth and asked, "Is that great?"

"Do not believe?"

Gu Siwei turned around and asked with a smile.

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's too fast," Qiao Yitong said.

At this moment, the door creaked open, and Qiao Qisheng opened the door and walked in.

"What's too fast?" Qiao Qisheng asked.

"Dad, the machine has been repaired," Qiao Yitong said.

Hearing what his son said, Qiao Qisheng's hands shook subconsciously, and he asked with excitement on his face: "It's... really good?"

Qiao Yitong didn't dare to guarantee it, so he opened his mouth and said, "Old Gu, it's settled."

Gu Siwei said firmly: "Okay, no problem, just a small mistake."

Qiao Qisheng led Xiaopao to the side of the machine, looked at the scale that had returned to zero, and asked, "How did you find out?"

Gu Siwei said: "The person who set the program forgot to reset it to zero. To reset this machine does not mean to just put the scale to zero. There is a margin between the fixture and the workpiece during processing. Leave a margin when setting.

This margin has been set, but this margin is not subtracted after the operation, and the three-axis zero is returned directly on the control panel. This does not work. The remaining margin must be given in the last step of the operation.

Reduce it so that the machine can return to its normal position."

"So that's it!" Qiao Qisheng couldn't believe it was true now. He wanted to see if the machine could be used normally.

Gu Siwei's hands were also a little itchy. He was an old friend after all, so he looked around.

Not to mention, he actually saw a piece of iron next to him. He took it into his hand and looked at it repeatedly. He found that the piece of iron seemed to be made of stainless steel. How can you see stainless steel in ordinary places these days? He stretched out his hand and flicked it twice.

After listening to it, I thought it was similar, so Gu Siwei thought about what to do with it.

I quickly made a plan in my mind, checked the workpiece, replaced the cutter head I needed, and put the stainless steel iron piece on the machine.

First, he set the basic values, and then Gu Siwei stared at the machine.

Qiao Yitong and Qiao Qisheng, father and son, and Hu Yanqiu stood aside and looked straight into the machine. Originally, a piece of iron sheet was cut into a circle with a small tail, and then the circle was squeezed between the blades.

Press it down and slowly it becomes a large bowl shape.

"You want to make a pot?"

Hu Yanqiu felt like a pot, so he opened his mouth and asked.

After hearing this, Qiao Yitong turned his head and gave Hu Yanqiu a very disdainful look, which means: You want to make a pot with such an advanced machine? What do you think? It is definitely impossible for such a high-level Lao Gu to make such a simple thing.

Before Qiao Yitong could finish his contempt, he heard Gu Siwei snort.

Qiao Yitong was dumbfounded again.

Qiao Qisheng was also a little strange and asked curiously: "Why make a pot?"

Gu Siwei’s answer was very simple and straightforward: “My family is short of pot!”

Qiao's father and son almost fell off the steps of the operating table.

The shape of the pot was roughly squeezed out. Gu Siwei knocked on the panel seemingly casually, and then the knife began to roll up the edge along the newly cut edge. After a while, the originally sharp edge became a lip.

A beautiful curled edge.
To be continued...