Chapter 11

"Mr. Zigger... What do you need all this for?"

"He wants... He wants to write low-level drivers for DMG's machine tools?" Melody exclaimed in shock, as if struck by a sudden realization. "This... This is impossible!"

Using a toy worth a few dozen dollars to crack the core firmware of a Gorman industrial machine worth millions?

It was not a technical problem; it was science fiction!

I did not explain.

Though Bill did not understand, he now had an almost blind trust in me.

"Go! Go quickly! Buy the best!" he immediately yelled at his assistant, John.

Half an hour later, everything I needed arrived. I had everyone step back and cleared a workbench. I opened the machine tool's main control box, revealing a circuit board with a dense network as intricate as a city's traffic network.

Without checking the schematics, I scanned the board with my eyes and precisely located a few inconspicuous, empty test points among thousands of solder joints. I picked up a soldering iron, plugged it in, and preheated it.

At that moment, my entire demeanor changed. If I were a composed craftsman earlier, now I was a surgeon preparing to perform a delicate operation. I held my breath, my wrist as steady as if it were welded to the table. Using one end of a DuPont wire, I precisely welded those test points, smaller than grains of rice.

My welding was a work of art.

Each solder joint was smooth, rounded, and uniform in size, even more beautiful than the original factory ones.

Among the onlookers were several welders, their eyes practically bulging as they watched my movements.

"My God... His hand is so steady..."

"This isn't welding, it's embroidery!"

I connected the other end of the DuPont wire to the small Arduino development board.

Then, I opened the laptop and did not use any advanced integrated development environment. I used only the most basic text editor and began typing line after line of code on the black screen.

It was not Java, Python, or any popular high-level programming language. It was the lowest-level assembly and C language, closest to the essence of hardware.

The entire workshop was silent. Everyone looked at me, the warehouse manager who had just been picking up money from the floor earlier, as if witnessing a divine miracle.

This image of me had been completely overturned, reshaped, and then elevated to a divine status in their minds.

Time ticked by. The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Only the click-clacking of my keyboard and the suppressed breathing of everyone else remained in the workshop.