While Qin Xiao and the others were having breakfast, in a dilapidated factory on the edge of the city, a dim room lay shrouded in deep darkness despite the early morning hour. The mottled paint on the walls had almost entirely peeled off, and the air was thick with a pungent mixture of mildew and machine oil. A single yellowish light bulb hung forlornly overhead, casting a weak glow that barely illuminated the room.
On the television, the opening ceremony of today's baseball game was being broadcast. The athletes on the screen looked full of spirit as they actively warmed up, while the stands were packed with a bustling, cheering crowd. Yet this lively, joyous scene contrasted sharply with the oppressive and gloomy atmosphere inside the room.
In a corner of the room, a stern-faced man was anxiously rummaging through things, his movements somewhat rough and unceremonious. As box after box was opened, their contents were dumped out and scattered messily across the floor. Searching carefully through the debris, the man finally found some crucial parts and tools. He then began to assemble them with practiced ease, his movements smooth and clearly showing that he was well-accustomed to such work.
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