Director Li naturally agreed to An Ning's request to buy the defective fabric.
The workshop director enthusiastically led An Ning and An Guoming to the warehouse.
Along the way, the workshop director peppered them with curious questions, and An Guoming craned his neck to listen in.
"How did you know what that machine does? How could you tell?"
An Ning chose her words carefully, recalling what she had said earlier that day. 'Luckily, there weren't any major slip-ups.'
"I just listed the parts I saw. I don't actually know what machine it is."
The workshop director nodded excitedly and asked again, "So how'd you know what those parts were?"
"I've read my little brother's physics book. It talked about gears, pressure, and a lot of related concepts."
The workshop director nodded vigorously, now even more convinced that An Ning was a genius.
An Guoming nodded along as well. 'My little sister is so smart. She has to go to school.'
