After Zhou Zhiqiang's call, several idle workers in the tea factory helped unload the tea making machine and then pushed it into the factory.

After paying the remaining freight for the driver, Su Cheng entered the factory. Seven or eight workers pointed at the tea making machine. Zhou Zhiqiang frowned and walked over and whispered: "Xiaocheng, is the tea making machine you mentioned? Is this the thing?"

Su Cheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhou, this thing is so high-end. I'm sure you'll be surprised after seeing it. Now, put your heart in your stomach and hide it."

As he said that, Su Cheng walked up and shouted, "Come on, everyone is going to help you transfer the raw tea collected from outside."

The workers knew Su Cheng. After hearing his words, a 24-5-year-old asked, "Boss, where did you get the roller finishing machine?"

Finishing machine?

Su Cheng was speechless and said, "Go to work quickly, otherwise you won't give me food."

"Ah, forget it if you don't say it."

The workers went to turn tea, and Su Cheng started to fiddle with [C1 Longjing Tea Maker]

Unlike [Gold Excavator], [C1 Longjing Tea Maker] does not require technological points to support its operation, but only needs the most basic electrical energy to drive it.

Plug in the power supply, Su Cheng went to the control window and started operating.

Buzz...

After a slight buzzing sound, the temperature inside the tea making machine began to rise rapidly, and the smart tea-fried arms inside also began to swing regularly, and everything inside the machine was normal.

After two minutes, the control panel prompts to reach the appropriate temperature.

At this time, there were already hundreds of kilograms of raw tea next to Su Cheng, all of which were the tips of No. 9 Tea.

Of course, the so-called tooth tips are not all with only one bud. Nowadays, tea farmers are very refined and will not only pick one bud. In order to increase the weight of the tea leaves, some of the tooth tips will have a small leaf.

However, it has little impact on the production of Longjing. As long as the raw tea leaves are not "burned", these small leaves are considered "petals" of the tips, and they are also tips. They are barely counted, but the purchase price will be slightly lower.

After adjusting the setting of frying, Su Cheng asked Zhou Zhiqiang to move an electronic scale, then took a large basin, filled the basin with 40 kilograms of raw tea, and after weighing it correctly, he opened the tea inlet and prepared to pour the tea into the tea making machine.

"Hey, Xiaocheng, what are you doing?" Zhou Zhiqiang saw it and hurried over to stop him.

Su Cheng blinked his eyes and said for granted: "Fried tea, Uncle Zhou, come and help me with the help of the tea leaves."

Zhou Zhiqiang patted his forehead, feeling a little amused and crying. He said, "You are not doing this for stir-frying tea. You have to finish the tea and dehydrate it, and then add the killing strips to stir-fry."

Some workers next to him were also amused when they saw Su Cheng's actions, "Boss, if you pour it in directly like this, the tea will be burned."

"Yes, then 60 per pound of tea will not be worth even 50 per pound after making dry tea."

"Also, if you pour 40 kilograms of raw tea in one go, the machine can't shake it."

Upon hearing this, Su Cheng didn't care and said, "You are all behind the times. Nowadays, the technology is advanced. My machine can not only be done with the bamboo shoot, but also be able to make strips, roll, dry, screen and titanium."

"Boss, just brag."

"That's right, I've been making tea for thirty years and I've never seen anything like this."

"The boss said it's high-tech, why are you trying to mess with me?"

"If this thing can be fried into Longjing, the sows can go to heaven."

Most of the speakers were the elderly in the tea factory. They were more familiar with tea than their wives. With their eyes closed, they could identify which one was Longjing, which one was Zhuyeqing, and which one was Maofeng with their eyes closed.

A machine that integrates all tea stir-frying processes is something in science fiction stories that cannot appear or be absolutely impossible.

Shaking his head, Su Cheng was too lazy to nag with these unsavvy guys, looked at Zhou Zhiqiang, raised his hand and poured a basin of tea into the tea machine.

"Xiaocheng, you...ah, it's over." Zhou Zhiqiang lowered his head and sighed. Seeing Su Cheng's indifferent expression, he couldn't say anything.

After all, the tea factory belongs to Su Cheng's family, and he paid for the money for the tea collection. He would play whatever others wanted. If he talked too much, it would probably make Su Cheng unhappy.

Zhou Zhiqiang was thinking too much, and Su Cheng was not so stingy.

Buzzing...

Turn off the tea inlet, and the speed of the tea making machine speed up in an instant, the power surged, and the sound became two or three times louder.

Su Cheng came to the front operation window and clicked on an observable video to clearly see the operating status of the tea making machine through the video.

After the tea leaves entered the oven, it was blown up by a strong wind. After half a minute, with the help of the smart tea stir-frying arm, forty kilograms of tea leaves spread out.

Then, the twelve fried tea arms began to swing regularly, and the entire interior of the oven also rotated.

However, the reinforced shell and inner shell are separated, so this rotation will not cause the operation window to rotate. Instead, only vibration can be felt outside and no signs of rotation can be seen.

Seeing Su Cheng focused on the operation window, Zhou Zhiqiang felt a little suspicious when he saw that he was staring at the operation window.

"Hey, it seems a bit messy. Is this a finishing shot?" A worker stood behind Su Cheng and made a surprise voice.

The rest of the people who were originally disdainful of them also leaned over.

"This method of completing the filming is very clever and very fast."

"It's a bit amazing. Didn't it hurt the tea?"

As time passed, no matter who had been a tea-fried chef for many years or the young men who had just entered the tea factory, they all showed surprise expressions.

It was not until ten minutes later that the [C1 Longjing Tea Maker] made a dripping sound that they came back to their senses from their shock.

Su Cheng calmed down, his lips curled slightly, held a larger bamboo sieve, placed it at the tea outlet, and then returned to the operation window and fiddled with it twice.

Wow...

I saw clusters of light yellow flat tea leaves poured into the bamboo sieve with balls of heat, which made the workers in the tea factory stare!

"How is that possible!"

"Grandma, did you really make Longjing like this?"

"My eyes are not blurred, it's yellow, not black?"

Zhou Zhiqiang took the lead in surrounding the tea outlet, and the other workers followed and put on gloves. Zhou Zhiqiang carefully grabbed a handful of the tea leaves and put them on the tip of his nose and smelled them.

Before he could speak, someone immediately exclaimed: "What a strong tea fragrance. I have been making tea for so many years and I smelled such a rich and pure tea fragrance for the first time."

"The color is still very good. Even if this kind of Longjing is placed in the national market, it is still a famous product."

"Such good tea is actually made by this machine in an integrated manner?"

"I can't believe it!"

Zhou Zhiqiang's heart was beating wildly. He turned his head to look at Su Cheng. Seeing him fiddling with raw tea, Zhou Zhiqiang immediately patted a young man on the head, "Liuzi, why don't you go and help quickly."

"Oh, let's go now." The young man named Liuzi smiled and hurriedly got up to help Su Cheng make tea.

Zhou Zhiqiang said again: "Old Yuan, go and pick up the pot of boiling water, hurry up!"

Su Cheng vacated his hand, walked to Zhou Zhiqiang, and smiled and said, "How about Uncle Zhou, the quality of this tea can still be seen by you, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiqiang stood up and smiled bitterly, "You'll destroy me now. If this kind of tea is not visible, then the entire Longjing in the famous county will be garbage. Xiaocheng, why didn't you tell me the effect of this tea making machine earlier? I'm still worried for so long."

I didn't tell you?

Su Cheng curled his lips and said, "You don't believe me, but you still have to rely on me?"

Hahaha……

Someone else was making a fuss next to him.

"Old Zhou, you don't believe it yourself, no wonder the boss."

"Yes, don't say it was you. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and beat me to death, I wouldn't believe that there is such an advanced tea stir-frying machine."

"I just looked at the time. A pot of tea leaves was fried in just ten minutes, and the amount was still so much. There must be ten kilograms of dry tea here, right?"

"Hiss... a pot of ten minutes, or ten kilograms of dry tea!!"

"Oh My God!"
Chapter completed!