After Yan Han took a bath, Song Xiang went down to help him cut a fruit plate. When he came up, he found that he had dismantled the Doraemon.
"What are you doing!"
She walked over quickly and looked at the remains of the Doraemon on the bed with a shocked expression.
Yan Han: "Who sent it?"
Song Xiang opened her mouth, wanting to say it was Ou Jin, but then she remembered that she wanted to surprise him, so she was exposed.
She pursed her lips and said, "A foreign businessman."
Yan Han saw her nervous expression and seemed to like the Doraemon very much.
"Why are foreign businessmen so great that they can build this?"
Song Xiang was surprised, "Isn't it just a small toy? How can it be so great?"
Yan Han patted the place beside him and motioned for her to sit over.
Song Xiang put down the fruit plate and sat down against him.
Yan Han hugged her with one hand and grabbed all the tiny parts.
"Do you want to reinstall it?" Song Xiang asked.
Yan Han remained silent and worked silently.
"You guys are so weird. No matter how old or young you are, you all love to take apart toys?"
Yan Han was alert, "Who else has dismantled your toys?"
Song Xiang: "When I was a child, I had a deskmate who was very mean and tore apart my only pencil case."
Yan Han pieced together Doraemon. Hearing what she said, he felt a little distressed and raised his hand to rub her hair.
"Send your name and I will seek revenge from him."
Song Xiang laughed out loud, "Pull it over and find someone else. They think you are sick."
Just as he was talking, Yan Han had already installed all the internal movements of Doraemon.
Song Xiang took a glance and was immediately stunned.
From the bearings to the gears, and even the small screws, everything was seamlessly connected at the last moment of installation.
“The precision is so high!”
She sat up straight and took out the things from Yan Han's hand.
"Now can you tell me which mysterious foreign businessman it is?" Yan Han asked.
Song Xiang was still in surprise. He turned the movement back and forth and looked through it. Thinking of Ou Jin's room full of small robots, it felt normal.
"I'll introduce you to you later."
Yan Han glanced at her side face, caught the glimmer of light in her eyes, and didn't mention it.
Song Xiang leaned next to him, still feeling incredible.
"Even the most cutting-edge technology in the country doesn't have such precision, right?" she asked Yan Han.
She only gained knowledge of machinery after joining Yueji, so it was not very solid.
Yan Han raised his hand, touched the corner of his mouth with his knuckles, and said quietly: "Not only in China, but also in the world, no company has achieved such results."
The entire movement, just like in a fantasy comic, is completely integrated into a whole.
Song Xiang secretly marveled, extremely curious about Ou Jin.
She thought for a moment and decided to tell Yan Han. She turned around and found that he frowned, as if he was in pain again.
"What's wrong? Does your lip still hurt?"
Yan Han raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he was sleepy.
She quickly put down the robot cat and turned around to turn off the light.
…
Ou Jin's design draft was sent early the next morning, which shocked Song Xiang.
"If the internal structure is developed by Yue Ji, it will take at least three to five years. But if the internal structure is outsourced, the car can be built within a week."
After the morning meeting, Song Xiang's mind was spinning with the contents of the meeting.
It would be impossible to rely entirely on independent research and development all of a sudden.
After careful consideration, she decided to outsource, targeting Bo's.
The Bo family is a leading enterprise in manufacturing, so buying their machinery is the safest option.