Chapter Two: One Scrap Chip Revives a Billion-Yuan Factory

Then Eight, Nine, Ten. Green light flowed down the line. Motors dormant for ninety-seven days hummed to life. Robot arms reset, and conveyors shook off their dust. At 11:42, the test branch started. Cheng secretly tapped an emergency command on his phone. The remaining gateway module whispered, “Execute safety lock. Fabricate motor overload.” “Cut the external fiber!” Chenzhou shouted. Master Zhao, the senior electrician, severed it with an axe. Cloud Control vanished, but four hundred devices began trembling without a clock signal. Pain burned through Chenzhou’s skull. Blood dripped from his nose as panicked nodes cried out. “Who synchronizes us?” “Who is primary?”