No one could do precision processing manually. That didn’t make any sense, and was beyond the limits of being “human”. A machinist, no matter how skilled, could only use his experience and the right lathe to finish the job. There wasn’t actually a big difference between ordinary machinists and elite machinists, just that the latter was better in designing and high-precision processing. 

However, a machinist from China had upset this status quo. Xia Lei was like a troublemaker now, and he was not following the rules. What he was doing now was like driving a bulldozer into the wall of what these people had defined in their heads as ‘machinist’ and smashing that wall down! 

But this was just a superficial feeling. Deep down, these people were still unwilling to believe it. 

And this included Sylvia too. 

Sylvia only blanked out for a moment, though, and a faint, mocking smile soon appeared in the corners of her mouth. She thought, ‘What’s with him acting like he’s an expert? China’s manufacturing standards are only of that level. You’re fortunate enough...