Inside a studio.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, a group of carpenters and designers gathered around a table, staring intently, holding their breath.
On the table, there was a wooden object about a ter in height and width, shaped like a lotus, with petals tightly closed. After Ethan Scott flipped a switch, the closed petals slowly unfolded outward, like a sped-up version of a natural lotus bloom, visible to the naked eye.
Petals opened one by one, revealing the most perfect degree of bloom, and finally exposing the stan nestled at the very center.
The onlookers collectively drew in a sharp breath at this scene.
Another press.
The petals began to fold inward layer by layer, as if in reverse, until they returned to their original state.
"It worked! It really worked!"
Professor Tavares exclaid excitedly, eyes gleaming, as if he had just completed a national-level research project.
"I can’t believe it actually worked, and in such a short ti."
"The marvel of chanical techniques, it’s all about parts working together harmoniously... Unthinkable without external force or power."
"It’s the first ti we’ve seen this too, didn’t expect there to be such magical technology."
...
At this mont, whether a brainstorming designer or a hands-on carpenter, they were genuinely excited from the bottom of their hearts.
Ethan Scott was also elated, though as the boss, this excitent and joy were held back in his heart, not showing too obviously.
However, being a perfectionist, he carefully scrutinized the "chanical Lotus" and then slightly frowned.
He called over the excited Professor Tavares and delicately asked, "Professor Tavares, the setup for this chanism button is recessed, making it a bit inconvenient to touch. Could it be slightly improved?"
"Well..." Professor Tavares was montarily puzzled, then suddenly reacted, raising a hand to tap his head, "Right, we did notice this. A few days ago, we contacted Nora Scott, and she has redesigned a version for the button."
As he explained, Professor Tavares quickly took out the printed drawings.
"Mr. Scott, have a look." Professor Tavares said, "Making this button will take one or two days. The craftsn were busy earlier and couldn’t find the ti, so I didn’t ntion it. If you want to change it, you can have them make it now, should still be in ti."
Ethan Scott took the drawing, examined it closely, but couldn’t make sense of it.
He handed the drawing back without doubt, nodded, "Alright. Have them hurry up, the final deadline is by tomorrow morning."
"I’ll go tell them."
Professor Tavares couldn’t stop grinning, quickly calling over the craftsman in charge.
Nearby—
"So, did you get through?"
Eduardo raised an eyebrow, standing close to Montague, eager to almost shove his ear into Montague’s phone.
Montague frowned, moved the phone away, and said to Eduardo, "No, it’s off."
"Off?"
Eduardo was slightly surprised.
When they contacted Nora Scott, it usually wasn’t the case that her phone was off.
"Maybe her phone’s out of battery, or she’s busy." Eduardo scratched his chin, "Why not send her a ssage first, tell her it’s already done."
"Alright."
"Did you record the video?"
"I did."
Montague nodded.
Eduardo leaned closer to Montague, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "Send her a copy."
"Okay."
Montague didn’t hesitate for a mont.
The confidentiality agreent stated no disclosure of project contents to outsiders, but Nora Scott was one of their own, sending her the video was entirely within the rules.
Besides, Ethan Scott allowed that scene to be fild, but if it were to be shared, they’d have to wait until Aron Scott’s banquet ends tomorrow.
The video they recorded was also ant to be shown to Professor Duncan.
*
The studio was abuzz. The result of days of intense effort had finally materialized, and no one felt exhausted, instead they were invigorated.
Ethan Scott walked to the balcony, pushed open the tightly closed windows, letting the fresh air outside pour in.
The sunlight warming his body felt comfortable and soothing, lifting the stifled feeling he had harbored since being "outplayed" by Nora Scott, until now finally feeling a bit better.
In any case, the chanical lotus was complete.
And the returns would definitely exceed what he had given.
Taking out his phone, Ethan Scott opened a WeChat group and sent a ssage.
[Ethan Scott]: [Video]
[Ethan Scott]: It’s done.
After sending the ssage, he transferred the final paynt to Nora Scott’s account.
Before long, there were responses in the group.
[Glenn Flynn]: Congratulations, Master Scott.
[Egbert Vaughn]: Congratulations.
...
Staring at Glenn Flynn’s na for a mont, Ethan Scott sneered, exited the app, opened the contacts intending to call Glenn Flynn.
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