#Steel Balls China

[sdballs]

Ball Screw Bearings Must Be Cleaned Efficiently

The essential components of a ball screw are the screw, nut, steel ball, holder, wipers, and return tube. Numerous qualities exist in them, including great accuracy, extended life, and minimal pollution. These goods are generally applicable to industrial machinery, including transport equipment, industrial machinery, electronic machinery, and precision machine tools.

Ball screw bearings are crucial in a wide range of applications. By utilizing several bearing balls to transmit the load between the nut and screw, ball screws provide an effective way to convert rotational motion to linear motion. Because the breakdown of a product can generate several significant issues, bearing service is always in the spotlight. The upkeep can be carried out using a variety of techniques. One of the most straightforward methods among them is cleaning.

Let's learn more about cleaning these bearings with steel balls right now. Ball screws frequently have some kind of shielding or case, but even the best-protected screw can occasionally become contaminated with dust or debris. As a result, appropriate cleaning becomes quite important.

You should take the assembly out of the machine before cleaning them. Make sure the environment is constantly pristine. The next step is to repeatedly rotate the nut mechanism along the length of the screw while holding it under flowing water. Then put it in a little jar with an aqueous or natural cleaning solution. There are still a lot of steps to take.

After that, you should take it out of the cleaning solution and pat it dry using a cloth. Check for debris in the bearings by rotating the nut along the length of the screw. If you are unsure as to whether it has been cleaned sufficiently or not, remove the nut from the screw after this. With a pair of tweezers, you may then remove the bearings from the nut. When removing the bearings, take care to avoid dropping, damaging, or losing them. An industrial degreaser should be used to clean the individual bearings and any other screw components. With a rag, thoroughly dry the parts. The ball screw bearing has been cleaned once you've finished all of the aforementioned processes. The ball screw from steel balls manufacturer may then be put back together after you just replace the bearings in the nut mechanism.

[mxmparts]

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[ewomvalves]

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[jinxhallows]

ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ | ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☾ -- ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ

ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 𝟷𝟾+, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴜsᴇ, ғᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴇsᴛᴀʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ

ᴡᴄ: 𝟸.𝟹ᴋ

So I wrote this originally in a discord brainrot with @gdragonsideburns (who ALSO WRITES INCREDIBLE SHIT) because although I am a smooth 30, I'm currently driving this song into an early grave and it made me think of Jackson Wang in the jungle? Do Jackson Wang fics even exist on here? Well, here's one.

"Dearest old man, on this most joyous occasion of your birthday, I bring forth a small token of my affection."  

You call out teasingly in an over the top accent, and carefully place the delicate porcelain plate onto the table, adorned with a magnificent gourmet cupcake, a tropical wonder, complete with a sparkler glowing brightly at its center. The chocolate syrup on top of the plate spells out a heartfelt message from the resort staff,  

"Happy 29th Birthday, Jackson Wang from China." 

His face lights up with an infectious grin as he reads the message out loud.  

"Ah, that's definitely me," he exclaims, reaching out to blow the sparkler out like a candle. But to his surprise, it doesn't extinguish. He shakes it slightly and turns to you. 

"It burns for twenty-nine seconds, because that's how old you are," you quip with a mischievous glint in your eye. 

He looks at you in wonderment, his brows furrowing in confusion. "How do they get it to last exactly twenty-nine seconds?" he asks, genuinely curious. 

You chuckle, knowing he's fallen for your playful trick. "They don't," you say, picking up the remaining sparkler and pushing the plate towards him. "You just believe anything I tell you." 

He rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now that's a lie. I don't believe 99.9% of what comes out of that pretty mouth of yours." With a cheeky grin, he dips his finger into the icing and taps your nose, before bringing it to his lips to savor the delicious taste. 

“Thanks for thinking of me, baby.” he murmurs in a gentle tone, his eyes fixated on the delectable dessert before him. 

The soothing sound of the rain pouring down through the dense Amazonian trees provides a tranquil ambiance. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the lush rainforest, with mist creeping up from the warm forest floor. You observe him as he peels off the cupcake paper, sinking his teeth into its side. The coconut shavings crumble onto his exposed tattooed torso. He brushes the crumbs off his skin, just below his navel, where his gray sweatpants meet his briefs, emitting a soft rustling sound. Tilting his head to the side, he takes another bite, letting out a satisfied "mm" at the delectable taste. 

He glances over at you, oblivious to how enraptured you had become with his reaction. "Wanna try?" he offers, extending the cupcake towards you. However, you wave your hand, declining the tropical delight. 

"I hate coconut flavored stuff," you make a face in distaste. 

"Really? Since when? Why didn't I know that?" he queries, taking another bite and shaking his head to brush away the strands of chestnut brown hair from his face. 

“Because thankfully, you’ve never fucked up royally enough to get me coconut flavored anything; and I love you all the more for it.” As you rise from your seat, you feel the cool, marble floor beneath the balls of your feet, and make your way over to the Bluetooth speaker. The room is sparsely furnished, and the sound of mellow Afrobeat mixed with R&B piano and the soothing notes of steel pans fills the air. 

Suddenly, you feel something cold and flat pressed against your lower back, just above the curve of your hips. You look up at his reflection in the mirror, both of your gazes locking before your eyes fall to the bottle of patron silver he was conveniently using you as a table for; oh but Jackson’s a gentleman, he’s got himself pressed up against your ass, and your ample thighs; he’s keeping you nice and steady while he expertly pours a shot, which he sets down with a satisfying "clink" on the nearby table. 

Jackson's second attempt at pouring is a bit messier, causing droplets of the cool liquid to splash against your warm skin, and you slightly jump at the feeling.  It was the way the bottom half of your cheeks jiggled from underneath your shorts, however, that earned you a firm grasp and smack as he throws his shot back, relishing in the sight of your body responding to his touch. With a mischievous grin, he leans down to lap up the stray droplets from your lower back as you blissfully sigh from how good he was pressing all your buttons. 

“Take your shot, I wanna test somethin’.” 

He takes a step back, and you slowly stand up, tossing back the tequila before turning around to face him. 

“Hear me out, try chasing with it.” He walks over to the table, and you admire the flexion in his back muscles as he moves.  He picks up the cupcake, undeniably sexy as he licks it off his finger.  He can tell he’s got you right where he wants you, your eyes never leave him. 

“Chasing tequila, with a coconut cupcake?  You’re gonna have to show me, ‘cause it’s not sounding too appealing yet.” 

“I’m glad you asked, lie down for me sweetheart, let me show you exactly what I mean.” 

As you crawl onto the plush mattress, Jackson follows suit, climbing on top of you. The sight of him, flushed from the drinks he had earlier, is enough to make your heart skip a beat. He chuckles at your confusion, but how could you not be confused? He's holding a half-eaten cupcake in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other, straddling your body. But despite the mischievous glint in his eye, you can't help but find him utterly irresistible. In this remote, remarkable place, far away from the rest of the world, he has you all to himself, and he's clearly up to no good. 

"Hold this for me," he says, handing over the cupcake. As you take it, he takes a thick swipe of icing from the dessert. He pushes the bottom of your tank top up just enough for the bottom of your breasts to peek out from under the black, scrunched fabric. 

"Jackson, what are you--" you start to ask, but he interrupts you as he paints a straight line of icing down the midline of your stomach, stopping right at your navel. His eyes hold your gaze captive as he slips his finger with the remaining icing between your lips.  

As you obediently suck on his finger, feeling the curve of his knuckle and the lines dividing his long digit into printed pads, he lets out a satisfied laugh and proudly declares,  

"I thought you hated coconut flavored shit?" 

You take his finger further into your mouth, coaxing it in with your tongue. Despite your initial reservations, you can't deny the pleasure you feel from this. He pulls his hand away from your oral fixation with a scoff and a smirk. Taking a swig of tequila, he looks down at you like you're his next biggest conquest.  

Aries men have a thing for that – a conquest. 

He dips his tongue into your navel, licking the sweet trail all the way up to where your shirt is bunched up. You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking down at him knowingly. "You know exactly what you're doing," you say. 

"I'm teaching you how to broaden your palate," he responds smoothly, wasting no time in taking the cupcake back from you and exchanging it with the bottle of tequila instead.   

The cool air circling in the room feels extra sensitive on the wet skin of your stomach, and it turns your nipples into erect, sensitive nubs, poking proudly through the thin fabric of your tank.  You push yourself up a little more, so you can sit up straight.   

You look up at him as he holds the cupcake out for you to take a sample from.  You swipe your finger in the thick, buttercream icing, and your eyes dance down his chiseled torso, deciding where you were going to take this experiment. 

Your body is trembling with anticipation as you slide your fingers over the waistband of his briefs, feeling the heat radiating from his body. You lean in closer, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of tequila and cupcakes filling your senses. Your tongue traces the trail of soft, delicate hairs leading down from his belly button, savoring the sweet taste of his skin. 

You slowly trace a thick line just above his navel, reveling in the way his muscles twitch under your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin flushed and warm from the tequila. You trail the icing down his smooth, taut stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his briefs. 

You can't resist the urge to pull them down just a little, just enough to expose the tempting V-line leading down from his abs. With a steady hand, you spread the remaining icing right where you want it. Jackson watches you with dark, intense eyes, his breaths coming in ragged. 

Jackson’s eyes flicker with surprise and desire as he helps you by tugging at the sides of his pants, pulling them down even further. The sight of his hardness tenting the front of his sweatpants, the print pushing through the slate grey of his briefs, is almost too much for you to handle. He's always had an aura of mystery and excitement about him, and the way he's looking at you now only adds to his allure.  

He sets the cupcake aside and lifts your face up to meet his gaze, you can feel your cheeks heat up under his intense stare. His hand under your chin is firm, holding you steady, but his touch is gentle. You can see the lust in his eyes, but there's also a hint of tenderness there. 

"Give me the tequila, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. You hand him the bottle, your fingers brushing against his as you do. His tongue darts out to swipe over his lower lip, and you feel weak in the knees. 

With a little squeeze of your chin, he prompts you to open your mouth, and you do so eagerly. You can feel the warmth of his body as he moves in closer, his hips tilted towards you. He's always found you uniquely stunning, in a way that appealed to him on a primal level, and right now, it's as though he can't resist the urge to explore every inch of you.  

As you wait, your breath catching in your throat, Jackson's gaze flickers over your face and down to your lips, before he takes a long swig of the tequila first.  He swishes it around in his mouth before swallowing, and he pours a stream of it into your open mouth, letting go and allowing you to cringe as you push it down your throat.  You quickly stick your tongue out, desperate to get rid of the alcohol taste.  You grab his pants, pulling him closer and licking the buttercream trail from his skin.  You pull his briefs down, maybe a little too enthusiastically, to get to the rest, and his stiff cock springs out.  The head is red, smeared with clear pre-cum that had oozed out while he was toying with you earlier. 

As soon as you felt the cool liquor pass your lips, your mouth began to water. You take him in, savoring the feel of him filling your mouth. His substantial length stretches you, and you wrap your lips around him tightly, feeling every ridge and vein as you slide him deeper into your mouth. As your tongue flattens against the bottom of his cock, he hisses at the sensation, his brows knit together in pleasure. His eyes close, and he accidentally holds his breath, lost in the feeling of your mouth on him. 

"Damn, babe," he groans, his voice thick with desire. You can feel him growing harder inside your mouth, and you can't resist sliding your hand down to his base, following the thick curve of your lips with every suck. "Keep doing that, God, it feels so good," he pleads, his hips thrusting gently towards your mouth.   

He probably shouldn’t, but he takes another shot anyway.  He really does want to set the bottle down, but he can’t peel himself from between your pretty lips just yet.  The way your intensity climbs as the liquor kicks in, you take his balls gently in your hand, using all the saliva that had pooled as lubrication to massage them. 

His moans of pleasure fill the room, each one more intense than the last. With his hand covering his face and his other tightly gripping the tequila bottle, it was clear that he was completely lost in the moment. The air was thick with a heady mix of profanity, grunts, and gasps, all signaling his overwhelming pleasure.   

“H-Hold on, hold on—” Jackson somehow finds the inner strength to breathe, to stop you from taking him directly off the edge a lot sooner than he had originally planned.  He drops his hand, revealing his handsome face again.  He stares at you with a look of utter desire and adoration, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead, his hair mussed and sticking to his skin in all the right places. His lips are parted, panting softly as he struggles to regain control of his senses. 

His body is a work of art, every muscle defined and chiseled to perfection. The veins in his arms and neck pulse with intensity, a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He looks like a god, a vision of pure masculinity and strength. 

You can see the raw passion in his eyes, the way they fixate on you with such intensity that it makes your heart skip a beat. It's a look that says he wants you more than anything in the world, and nothing else matters in this moment. 

“I wanna fuck you,” 

He breathes out, pointing to the oversized window across from the bed. 

“In the rainforest.” 

☾ -- fin

[ralfmaximus]

As it turns out, the ballpoint of the ballpoint pen—a tiny metal ball bearing that “mimics the action of roll-on deodorant,” rotating freely in a small socket to dispense a smooth stream of ink—is fiendishly difficult to make, requiring super precise machinery and high-quality steel made to very specific standards.

Weirdly, there are only a few countries on earth who can produce ball point pens, and China is not one of them. At least, making the actual ball/socket part of the device.

[luzho]

"NEW YORK'S 'MANHATTAN ISLAND'..."

i loved diego in steel ball run!! and *spoilers* ever since reading that part where he demands the fucking MANHATTAN ISLAND as payment for helping funny valentine?!! incredible move.. what a guy....!! (based on this picture of Zhichuan Hu on Elle Men China) ((and with this 1913 photograph from the woolworth building from the library of the us congress and yes, i know the steel ball run happens in 1890 but cmon. give me a break will ya))

[rainbowsky]

Hi RBS,

Hope you are doing well. For the longest time I wondered if DD was demisexual. Never seen him interested in anyone beyond GG.

But his reaction to xiao junjun s performance is a revelation. I don’t think he has ever reacted to a woman like that on SDC ever .

Hi Choko, I am well, thanks! I hope you are too! 😊

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Choko is talking about this clip from SDOC3, which was edited/censored out of the episode that aired at the time and only recently came to light when a dance studio shared it on Weibo.

I've seen a lot of different reactions to this clip over the past couple of days. A lot of people view DD's response as being very gay, very into how hot and steamy this performance is.

DD definitely shows a lot of enthusiasm for the performance. And it's true that it's inconceivable that DD would ever respond quite this enthusiastically or openly to a similar performance from a woman. We all know how he responded to sexy dances from women during that same season.

However, I personally didn't interpret his reaction in quite the same way a lot of fans have. I don't see DD's reaction as sexual or aroused or drooling or whatever.

If you look at XJJ's performance, a lot of the moves are typical - even stereotypical - 'striptease', 'burlesque' kind of moves women have commonly performed in the past. It's a very sensual, sexual, seductive performance, the type of thing that is usually associated with femininity/women.

Men aren't typically seen doing this type of thing. Social and cultural norms don't allow men to present this sort of open, seductive sensuality in public.

I think DD (and Jackson too, for that matter) is reacting to the stunning way XJJ is breaking down barriers with his performance. His enthusiasm is for the bold courage and incredible skill being shown by XJJ, to do this sort of performance in public, in CHINA, on TV, for a group of male judges. XJJ has balls of steel. 😅

To a queer guy like DD - and like myself and a couple of others whose reactions I've heard from - this performance is powerful and striking in its bravery. As one person said - and I agree - queer people (and I think especially queer men) are ultra conscious of how to behave in public so as not to become a spectacle or create a fuss or draw attention to our queerness.

Seeing another guy do all of that so brazenly, yet so naturally and unselfconsciously, is jaw-dropping. He makes it look easy, and he shows us a glimpse of 'what could be' if the world wasn't so utterly fucked up.

I think that's why we see DD practically jumping the couch over what XJJ is giving on that stage.

It's inspiring to see a guy perform so beautifully and sensually in a setting like that.

And DD expresses in his comments afterward that he is impressed that XJJ was able to captivate 5 'street dance' men in the way that he did. It's a testament to how well he performed that sensuality.

So it's kind of difficult for me to clown about this clip or get all gleeful about what it says about DD's sexuality. I don't think it really has much to do with his sexuality. At least, not directly. It's more of a cultural thing, and very meaningful, to witness a man openly defying gender stereotypes and norms in this way.

And no doubt some of the political implications of that are likely why the clip was censored in the show that aired. The government there considers it very inappropriate for men to step out of the very tight, very constrictive box it's trying to keep them in.

Obviously none of us know what was going through DD's head, but based on my impressions of him, that's my take on it.

As for DD being demisexual, I guess it's possible, but I don't personally see him that way.

Some related posts people might find interesting:

DD being into skateboarding and motorcycles must mean he’s straight, right?

China’s policy around effeminate men in the media

How can queer international fans deal with queer issues in China?

Queer men being chosen for nationalistic projects?

DD’s Sneakers and Ice Cream Post

[amostdelectablescribbler]

WIP Intro: Steel Horses and Hot Irons

As requested by @tea-and-mercury, i am writing up a wip intro for the big ‘un. 32k words deep as of writing this. Sooo:

Genre: Action

Setting: South USA, Arizona-Texas-Nevada area. The Mojave, pretty much.

Tropes: Bigass guns, physics that doesn’t really get addressed, a whole bunch of mental illness (poor Becca), romantic sideplot, big plot twist, secondary antagonist scarier than the primary.

Tag (so i can see it): #STHI (it’s gonna work a bit like a signature for me)

Imma just put the prologue and the character work i did in because it’s just that much easier.

Prologue

5 years ago, 2035, the atom bombs were dropped. First at the USA, then Afghanistan, Russia, China, most of the EU, France shone like a strobe light before the nuclear power stations finished exploding. They all fell in the face of nuclear armageddon. All that was left were craters, rubble and uranium. A few survived and began reclaiming the barren, toxic wasteland. In Utah, there was a lot of this. The Krugers, based in Arizona, were dangerous and silent assassins that disappeared into the night when they left. The Mob, the surviving criminals from the surviving prisons. The lowest of the low and barely organised. The Survivors, who can walk off just about anything and were mostly left alone by everyone else. Wandering bands of close friends also formed, finding work as hired guns.

The Motliest Crew were renowned the best. A group of 5; 3 men, 2 women, all balls-to-the-wall insane. They had no known names, only specialties. The Marksman, Rebecca Johansson “Pew.” A sniper who allegedly never missed a shot, but was very shy, anxious and probably depressed. This is to be confirmed as there are no therapists left in Arizona, or in Alberta, Canada. The Scout, aka, Sorren Clark. “Keep up, $#§/stain.” A speedster with a mouth and a shotgun, one get’s him into trouble, the other get’s him out. Not the most useful combo in Australia, but out in the wastes, invaluable. The Brawler, aka, Claudia Vander. “I’m gonna punch him.” A large frame packed with muscle and grit hailing from South Korea and California. Her fighting skills are near unmatched. 

The Demolitionist, aka, Callum Henderson. “I had a dog and his name was… Bingo!” A drunk, black, tartan-clad Scotsman with a grenade launcher and a rocket launcher. And a claymore, he has a sword too. The Gunman, aka, Rasputin Romanov. “Shoot first, ask question while reloading. Spetsnaz 101.” A man of few words and a Spetsnaz soldier from Russia, with a really heavy accent and a really heavy gun. 

Each of these wandering guns-for-hire wore a face mask or helmet to both obscure their identities and filter the noxious cocktail of chemicals in the air in some places. They were all armoured to various degrees with assorted run-down military kit that had been scavenged. The Gunman was clad in hulking Juggernaut military gear, the Demolitionist in assorted pads and plates, the Scout in Moto leathers and a bulletproof vest, the Brawler wore similar kit to the Scout and the Marksman was in ill-fitting, minimalist spec-ops kit. Minimalist because only a third of what they found came close to fitting her. Each suit was tailor-made (except the Marksman) by it’s wearer, each adding their own personal flourishes and decorative elements, like sketchily-woven tartan, tally marks, oil crayon, the works.

Now, the character work i did (and added):

Rasputin and Becca:

Callum, Sorren and Claudia split up to go and have fun, leaving Becca with Rasputin. They sat in the hotel room, looking at each other quizzically. Becca had curled herself up in a blanket nest across the room from Rasputin’s massive frame that was posted on a bed, leaning into the wall, staring blankly into the space between air molecules. He looked around, registered Becca’s comfort ball, cracked his back and shifted his posture to something more relaxed.

“So.”

“Mm?” Becca mumbled from her nest, poking an anxious head out into the dim light.

“Why are you hiding?” 

Becca paused in thought, eyes darting from Rasputin to the floor, to the roof before finally talking, her own indecision caving to his patience.

“I’m worried.” She whispered into her blankets, “I’m worried about them.”

“Hmm. In Spetsnaz, we had a good cure for worries. We would sit and talk about worry. You want to try?”

“Mhm” she slowly heaved her miniature frame out of the blanket nest and towards Rasputin, who lay down on the bed fully, shuffling along to make space, further dwarfing Becca. She curled up next to him, heart rate going from cardio to moving. Listening to his huge heart slowed down hers, his relaxed body position relaxing hers. There was a security in being so close to something so large, like swimming with a whale.

“So. Why are you worrying, Becca?”

“I- I’m worried for Callum and Sorren and Claudia. I don’t know what might happen to them. Even if I was there with them, I would just slow them down, but I like knowing where they are so that I know they can protect me if they have to.” Rasputin’s huge bald head turned around

“I will tell you this, Becca: I have protected all of them before. I can protect you.”

“There are monsters out there than can hurt them?”

“But none them can hurt me. I am Russian. I am Spetsnaz. Nothing hurt me.” Rasputin’s gravelly, broken English was somehow comforting. 

“Really?”

“Da.”

Callum:

Another cold, dark night came as the red sun plummeted below the horizon. In the town, there was a bar. A man sat alone, at the end of the bar, drinking from a flagon of foamy beer and people-watching and checking his watch, waiting. For something or someone to spur him into action. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. 

An hour passed and he finished his beer, ordering another from the barkeep. The night crept on fruitlessly for the man. The stream of people coming in and out slowed to a trickle as he waited in the dark bar, wooden flagon in hand, beer getting colder, patience wearing thinner. Finally, one man entered who caught his attention. A tall, burly figure with a tartan kilt and sash over his impressive armour and helmet. The man held himself proud and tall, confident in himself and his abilities, but not arrogant. He walked with a muted swagger as he progressed to the bar and made his order, shifting the claymore on his back to avoid the seat. Some whiskey or other on the rocks. He had an enormously Scottish accent and as he removed his helmet to drink, it was revealed that he wore an eyepatch and had a nasty burn scar plastered on the left side of his face, sprawling under the eyepatch and barely visible in the shadow. 

The man stalked forwards silently, sitting beside the Scotsman without making a single quiet sound. 

“So, is it really you?” The hooded man had a smooth, melodious voice, with a noticeable Mexican accent.

“Who’s really who?” Callum replied, unflapped by a stranger randomly appearing beside him. In the better light, the man saw belts of grenades wrapped around the scot’s waist and bulges from beneath his sash. 

“You. Are you really the famous Callum Henderson? Legendary demolition man for the Motliest Crew?” The stranger’s voice somewhere between admiration and mockery.

“So tha’s what they’re callin’ us. ‘The Motliest Crew.’ ‘Bit demeaning, no?”

“Not at all. I’m a huge fan of yours. I’ve been watching your antics for a while now and i was wondering if I could get an autograph?” The strange man spoke from beneath a hood, eyes glinting red in the gloom, a crocodile grin on his face as he reached i to his poncho and coat,

“Aye, sure. Tell me where tae sign.” Callum turned to get a pen from his pocket and when he turned back around, a tattered, sun-bleached “wanted: dead or alive” poster of him was placed on the dark wooden bar. The wind whistled as the man tapped the ‘dead’ part, “Just here, please.”

“Yer a bounty hunter, eh?”

“I am. One of the best, too. The Wolf of District 13.”

“So, wolf, is this the best yeh have? Vague, indiscernible threats and uncanny looks?” Callum replied, showing no fear of the man beside him, as he downed his scotch, putting a 5€$ bill beneath the glass. The Wolf chuckled for a second, before going dangerously calm, retreating into the dimly lit bar and drawing himself up to his full, enormous height. 

Cybernetics whirred to life from beneath the wolf’s poncho and hood, as his eyes glowed red and a hiss of steam whistled from his elbows. Callum stood, grabbing his sword, “So this is how yeh wannae do this?”

“Yes.” Hissed the wolf, as his mechanical legs grew a third joint, making them look like the legs of a wolf, lean and strong and good for chasing. Callum stood, taking the poster to inspect it. He looked for a while, put it on the bar, signed it, pocketed his pen and walked out of the bar. The Wolf lowered his guard in disbelief, hunching back over to examine the wanted poster. He had circled “Dead” and signed it at the bottom. The wolf finished his beer and sulked off into the night, after paying his tab.

Claudia:

The Wolf of District Seven stalked down the back alleys of the Last City, following the cheering to a dingy looking warehouse with lights and shouts coming from within. Loud, aggressive music blasted from huge speakers, the bass shaking the walls. The Wolf entered the building by walking through the front door guarded by bouncers without being noticed at all. In the centre of the building, a ring had been made, inside of which, there were two fighters. One was a large man with massive arms and cybernetic reinforcements on his elbows and shoulders and he wore brass knuckles on his ham-fists and a metal plate on his jaw. The other fighter -the Brawler- was a smaller woman with broad shoulders and strong, lean arms. Claudia was still tall, but this other fighter was massive, yet her confident stance, and side-guard indicated extreme proficiency in her trade. The large man wore brass knuckles, she wore steel boxing gloves haphazardly manufactured from scrap sheet-metal and cast-iron. 

The man brought a standard boxing guard up and his opponent steadied herself before bouncing on her toes. The large man angled himself to his opponent and swung a huge haymaker which was caught by the woman, pinned to her side and she started slamming him with crushing blows to the liver and ribs. Each blow made a cracking and a clanging as steel smashed bone. With one final powerful uppercut, she released the mans arm and slammed him in the chin, knocking him unconscious before he hit the cold stone floor.

The Wolf came through the crowd without detection or suspicion of a tall, hunched figure in a black poncho and hood hiding the figure’s face. She called into the crowd, “Who’s next? C’mon, dude! It said fight ring on the poster, not warm-up gym!” The Wolf took his chance and approached Claudia, weaving through the crowd, “I will fight you, if nobody else wants to, that is.” The Brawler looked at her new opponent, weighing up the fighting skills of this strange hooded figure, “Bring it, big dude!” she tapped her chin with her glove, taunting the Wolf. “You know, I’m a big fan of you and your crew, Brawler. Before we start, can I please get an autograph?” The Wolf asked, crocodile grin spreading beneath his hood, red eyes catching the light as he withdrew a pen and wanted poster from the folds of his poncho. His metal limbs glinted in the spotlight, clawed steel fingers on full display. He handed her the pen, “Just here please.” He tapped under ‘DEAD’ in ‘Dead or alive.’

Claudia signed the poster in pen before she realised what it was, stepping back as she realised, “Trying to bring in the reward money?”

“Have to make a living somehow. It’s not personal.” The Wolf removed his black poncho to reveal a body made mostly of metal and machine parts. Steam hissed in the shining pistons operating the Wolf’s arms and legs. Guards were raised and it began.

The Wolf dropped low, correctly anticipating a jab to the face, claws grating on the cold stone floor. “Slow.” He cackled with glee, swerving past a knee aimed to the gut and sweeping the supporting leg from below her. “Sloppy.” He taunted from behind Claudia as she got up and readied herself to fight properly. He took the next punch that came for him, a misdirect left hook into an elbow to the chin and a slam to the ribs. Both massive blows made a sickening clunk as metal was slammed together violently. “Weak.” Growled the Wolf, as steam hissed. Before she could process it, the Wolf’s metal fist was an inch before her face, and promptly slamming hard into said face, pushing her backwards. The next blow came before she was done staggering. A monstrously powerful ridgehand to the lower back, snapping the Brawler back up, only to take a huge uppercut to the liver and a sweeping kick to the back of the knee, bringing her down into a spinning back kick. She was out before she hit the floor. The Wolf drew his clawed hand into a stabbing blade, winding up to deliver the killing blow, before the referee stepped in, stopping the fight. “That’s enough. You’ve beaten her, prize ‘s in the pot.” 

“Fine. I’ll take your bribe, but that doesn’t pull her bounty off the board.” The Wolf growled, cursing under his breath as he left the dingy arena. 

and finally, Sorren:

The Wolf of District 13 sat at the end of another bar with another mug of beer. The MotoGP was on the TV, engines roaring through the abused speakers. One man sat watching, he had a beer in his gloved hand and a confidence in his demeanour. “I know you’re there, mate. I’ll get to you when Ducati finish this lap in first.” The Scout waved a hand in the Wolf’s direction, before retreating it and sipping on a gin. The Wolf stared in awe and bitterness at the scout’s arrogance, he had never been dismissed by a target before. Ignored once or twice, acknowledged every time, but never dismissed. This was not going to fly. The Wolf advanced silently towards his quarry, making no sound, red eyes glowing with malice. The Scout waved his hand again, tutting. “No, I said I’ll get to you in a bit. I keep my word. Sit back down, finish your drink, and put the knife away.” 

“And if I don’t?” The Wolf muttered under his breath.

“Them you’ll go down in history as the most boring assassin ever. If you want to kill me, you’ll do it on my schedule.”

“Idiot.” 

“No, you idiot, I’m reckless. The difference being one is being thick as bricks and the other is having no regard for your own safety.”

The Wolf was a very patient killer, he would wait for days for his quarry to show themself, but after 5 minutes with this intolerable little man he had very much lost it. He went in with his knife and went straight for Sorren’s spine. He missed the spinal cord because of the Scout’s impossible reaction speed, but instead his blade was buried in his lumbar. 

“Ouch. Welp, I’m off to die somewhere pretty. See you in hell.” Sorren groaned as he got up from his stool, blade still stuck in his back, and walked out of the bar bleeding everywhere, hopped on his motorbike, and caned it back to the Hotel California deep within the sprawling city.

-end-

Btw i got more wips to do more intros on, since you’re so desicated and insist on reading to the end of these :3

[hetaari]

I challenge you to badly summarize each and every one of your fics

You know what. Ok.

Backstage (Hetalia): bit of backstage homosexuality innit

Buon San Valentino except it’s Switzerland instead of Germany (Hetalia): self-explanatory

Imaginary (Hetalia): local German has been having vivid hallucinations for basically a century

Your Name (Hetalia): “you don’t need to know what my name is. You can try tho.”

The entire True Colors series (so far white, brown, yellow, and green) (Hetalia): “hey bro what’s your favorite color”

The Proposal (Hetalia): *aph china voice* “the fuck you mean japan asked you guys to marry him too??? I don’t wanna be part of a polycule!”

Distrust (Hetalia): *aph poland voice* ‘his vibes….they’re rancid. Untrustworthy.’

Bothered (Hetalia): *aph veneziano voice* “I am not having a good time rn”

To You, With Love (Hetalia): “hello girl it’s been a while hasn’t it”

Marooned (Hetalia): Japan commits murder-suicide

The Thumping (Hetalia): The Tell-Tale Heart but worse

Baking (Hetalia): Germany is physically incapable of doing anything without being even vaguely homosexual

A Happy End (Hetalia): “we’re all going to die but I’m fine with it”

Eyes Wide Closed (Hetalia): having your eyes open like a normal person is too fucking personal tbh

Let Go (Hetalia): Yao Wang should see a therapist

In Your Arms (Hetalia): Spain is the ceo of hugs

Consumption (Hetalia): “you’re so cute I just want to eat you up!”

Fascination (Hetalia): you must have balls of steel to break into someone’s house and act like it’s normal to be there

Colorful (Hetalia): “yes I paint with my eyes closed. But it’s fine bc it’s like a nice little surprise at the end.”

The Hills Are Alive (Hetalia): clearly the land around Lithuania’s house is more than just haunted

Bright (Hetalia): you know when someone’s so beautiful that you can barely make visual contact with them

“Tú eres mi media naranja.” (Hetalia): *aph spain voice* “mi amor I cannot live without you”

Dropping By (Hetalia): your weird boyfriend has come to visit

“Can’t Wait to See You Again.” (Hetalia): “see you soon girl <3”

My Wife, The Sea (Hetalia): tfw you can’t marry people but you can marry a literal body of water

Hurt (Hetalia): those two should really seek therapy

The Handmade Chocolates I Recieved Are まずい。(Hetalia): how do you tell someone their cooking sucks without hurting their feelings?

“Welcome Back.” (Hetalia): local German forgets an important facet of his existence, proceeds to be proper fucking miserable upon finding out about it for the next four and a half decades

Not In That Way (Hetalia): this could’ve been avoided with better communication skills

Closer (Hetalia): “I want to lie on your chest and listen to your heartbeat <3 without all the skin in the way <3”

Dead Battlefield (Hetalia): “we’re the only ones alive here. For now.”

Misdiagnosis (Hetalia): this is why you shouldn’t swallow seeds

Blue Hour Marshmallows (Vocaloid): Bros comforting bros

The Great Outdoors (Hetalia): Alfred is lowkey a scaredy-cat

Dead Weight (Hetalia): “yes I know he’s dead so it wouldn’t matter what happens to him. No I’m not leaving him behind even if doing so guarantees my own survival.”

The Very Beginning (of Something Great) (Vocaloid): *hatsune miku voice* “uwu a new friend??? Yes please”

The Way It Started (Vocaloid): *kaito voice* “oh god oh fuck I need him to think I’m cool so we can be friends immediately”

A Chat About Us (Vocaloid): telepathic convo

Acceptance (Hetalia): “oh so I’m gonna die? Fair enough.”

Kisses (Hetalia): Spain is also the ceo of kissing

Sunset (Hetalia): studies show that the sunset is the best time to be gay

Golden Hour Tangerines (Vocaloid): Bros comforting bros 2: the turn tables

Setting Up (Vocaloid): everybody in that house is extremely unobservant

Rain and Silence (Classicaloid): “hmm. Today I will enjoy the peace and quiet.” (clueless)

Stuck (Vocaloid): stupid idiot gets stuck

Ill (Hetalia): this is why you shouldn’t walk through random doors you find in the basement

Solitude Summer (Hetalia): “I know this is no strings attached but I’m actually kinda in love rn”

Part of You (Classicaloid): “wow he is so cool. I wish he would eat me.”

Hey, Hey, Mamma (Hetalia): lots of Italian men are mama’s boys, aren’t they?

Vene Collezione (Hetalia): the same guy getting railed over and over again

An Unconventional Sort of Employment (Vocaloid): had there been monetary transactions involved, she would’ve been sold to hatsune miku

Do You Love the Color of the Sky? (Vocaloid): “yeah bro actually. The sky is always beautiful because you’re by my side”

Dyed in White: The Return (Hetalia): the Pictonians are back and this time it’s personal

First Sound of the Future (Vocaloid): “everything I know and love is no more and I don’t understand what is happening”

W Academy School Idol Club (Hetalia): “wow that looks interesting. Time to form my millionth club.”

[blowjob-horseguy]

Hello My Old Heart

(Fic Sneak peak)

The first thing Sam felt was empty.

Like there was a pit in his stomach, so wide and deep it couldn’t be ignored. A gaping chasm right in the center of him. Like he had been scooped out and left gutless.

The absence left its fingertips all up his spine. It grabbed anything it could get its cold, dark hands on and pulled it into itself.

It was a feeling far too familiar, and it left Sam shaking.

How? How can this be happening again?

A child with long stringy hair and clothes about 4 sizes too big sat in the middle of a motel room.

That was him. 6 years old.

A snot nosed, red eyed, skinny little thing. Who had to ball the sleeve ends of his shirt up in his little fists to keep his hands from being engulfed.

He sat in the middle of the filthy carpet rocking back and forth. Sniveling and breathing hard; trying to stop crying.

It always used to be so hard to stop once he got started.

Sam, adult Sam, sat on the motel bed and surveyed the scene in front of him. If this was going to happen, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Lucifer always gets what he wants anyway.

It was a day Dean and John had gone out shooting. He had woken up all alone locked in their motel room. It was the first time he remembered Dean ever leaving him alone. A big part of him was terrified he wouldn’t be coming back.

There had always been something about the way Sam’s dad looked at him, even this young he’d seen it.

Something sharp in his eye, like he was always sizing him up, ready to bolt.

He used to think Dean saw it too. That that’s why Dean held on to him so tightly.

If only he’d known at the time how wrong that was.

Suddenly a shadow appeared in the hotel window. A dark figure breaking apart the morning light streaming from behind the motel's white curtains.

The second the shadow fell across his face, Little Sam’s lungs stopped heaving; stopped breathing at all.

Suddenly Sam was the quietest thing in the room; he stilled himself so forcefully that it was like he was trying to stop existing entirely.

He balled his tiny fists up even tighter, and his red rimmed eyes went wide as he stared at the figure in the window.

The figure didn’t move.

It looked like John, huge and looming. But there was no sign of Dean with him. Just one large man, standing, staring.

It felt like an eternity later when the figure in the window finally moved. With heavy footsteps, like steel toed boots, the shadow turned and walked out of the view of the small window.

Little Sam waited, impossibility tense, for the door handle to turn. For John to barge in to pull him away somewhere. This time with no Dean to break them up, to keep them civil.

But the heavy footfalls went marching passed the door, and farther. No John. No anybody.

Little Sam finally breathed out, one long sigh that turned into tears halfway out. And then he was once again crying in the middle of the floor, unable to contain it anymore. The hollow pit in Older Sam’s chest howled along with his younger self's sobs.

Sam almost tried to reach out to the young child on the floor. The one crouched like a corned animal, trying so hard to stay quiet he was shaking.

He hadn’t ever realized just how small he looked at this age; how fragile. He looked like a little China doll.

But Sam did nothing. He knew there was nothing he could do. So he sat, he watched, and he quieted the howling chasm in his chest.

The walls dissolved. The air around him spun out of focuse and the space morphed bit by bit into somewhere completely different. It was nauseating.

To be continued on Ao3. Please tell me what you think :)

[sdballs]

Exploring More About the World of Steel Balls

In the field of engineering, accuracy is critical. The parts that comprise these innovations—from complex equipment to cutting-edge technologies—often go unseen, yet they are essential to reliable and efficient functioning. Steel balls are little, unassuming spheres with amazing qualities that are used in many different sectors. They are among these hidden heroes. Together, we will explore the many uses and hidden meanings of these seemingly straightforward yet essential parts.

The Steel Ball Anatomy

Although steel balls seem simple at first appearance, their composition and production process are anything but plain. These balls, which are usually constructed from premium steel alloys, go through a number of painstaking processes to get the right properties. Surface finishing, heat treatment, and precision machining are essential procedures that guarantee consistency, toughness, and excellent performance.

Engineering and Industry Applications

Steel Ball is an essential part of many different businesses, and each one depends on its own characteristics to perform a certain job. Precision steel balls are used in gearboxes, steering systems, and bearings in automobile engineering to reduce friction and promote smooth operation. Steel balls are also widely used in the aircraft industry for a variety of applications where accuracy and dependability are crucial, such as gyroscopes, control systems, actuators, and navigational equipment.

Steel balls are essential for machinery and equipment used in mining, building, and manufacturing in addition to transportation. Whether it's heavy-duty machinery, rotational motion devices, or conveyor systems, these spheres are essential to the smooth running of several industrial operations. In challenging situations, their ability to sustain high loads, resist corrosion, and preserve dimensional correctness makes them vital.

Steel balls from Steel Balls Manufacturer are brilliant illustrations of the significant influence that seemingly little components can have on the largest of scales in a world where performance and precision are paramount. They continue to influence human development from the depths of industrial equipment to the great reaches of space thanks to their adaptability, durability, and timeless significance. Therefore, the next time you come across a steel ball—whether it be in a manufacturing facility, an automobile engine, or a cutting-edge technological device—take a moment to recognize the incredible trip that this humble sphere has undertaken. For, hidden underneath its simplicity is a world of accuracy and opportunity.

[industrynewsupdates]

Beverage Cans Procurement Intelligence: Key Insights for Success

The beverage cans category is expected to grow at a CAGR of 5.3% from 2023 to 2030. Due to the rising consumption of beverages such as carbonated soft drinks, beer, and cider, the industry is anticipated to grow. Additionally, the growing restriction on plastic items brought by various government agencies across the globe owing to the associated environmental concerns is probably going to increase the demand for alternate packaging options, which will in turn be beneficial for this category’s expansion. The high malleability of aluminum and steel, the simplicity of labelling and printing on the metal surface, and design advances that appeal to young people are only a few of the physical attributes of metal that make it preferable over its substitutes.  

Technologies such as can shaping and inkjet printing are used while manufacturing this product. Crown Holdings transforms beverage cans by using can-shaping technology to make inventive and distinctive containers. Shaped cans make beverage brands stand out from the competition, whether they use slight curves or asymmetrical patterns. This technology is effective at enhancing brand identity and works effectively during brand promotions. Ball Corporation is using inkjet printing which allows the customization of cans with unique designs and branding. It is gaining popularity due to its ability to produce high-quality images and text on cans.

The category for beverage cans is highly fragmented, and numerous small and medium-sized enterprises are in direct competition with one another. A few other sizable, global businesses also exist in the market, although they do not control a majority of the market. The low entry barriers into the business, the wide range of beverage can possibilities, and the local rivalry are some of the causes of this fragmentation. It may be challenging for enterprises to compete in this category but at the same time, it also offers new opportunities for the companies that can provide unique and differentiating services either by providing unique beverage cans or focusing on a specific type of beverage can or supplying personalized beverage cans.

Order your copy of the Beverage Cans Procurement Intelligence Report, 2023 - 2030, published by Grand View Research, to get more details regarding day one, quick wins, portfolio analysis, key negotiation strategies of key suppliers, and low-cost/best-cost sourcing analysis

Businesses, generally use a cost-plus pricing model where the price of the can is determined by adding a markup on the total cost of production. This model is in use due to the high level of competition and relatively low-profit margins. The major raw material used is this category is aluminum because it can be easily chilled and heated for sterilization and has the ability to maintain the structure and integrity of packaged goods for a long time. Its use as a raw material for beverage packaging has increased owing to this ability. Tinplate is another material that is used in manufacturing these cans as it provides additional protection against corrosion. Other raw materials such as inks, adhesives, and coatings are used to provide print designs and brandings on cans.

The world's leaders in this category are China and the United States. One of the biggest producers and a country with a robust can manufacturing industry is China. The US has a strong supply network for the production of cans and is a significant producer as well. The best sourcing practice in this category is establishing clear communication for ensuring that orders are fulfilled on time and to the desired quality level. Negotiating prices and terms with suppliers is also an important part, which involves quotes from multiple suppliers such as payment schedules and delivery times. 

Beverage Cans Procurement Intelligence Report Scope

• Beverage Cans Category Growth Rate: CAGR of 5.3% from 2023 to 2030

• Pricing growth Outlook: 5% - 6% (Annually)

• Pricing Models: Cost plus pricing model

• Supplier Selection Scope: Cost and pricing, Past engagements, Productivity, Geographical presence

• Supplier selection criteria: Business needs, technical specifications, operational requirements, security compliance, reliability, experience, technical specifications, operational capabilities, regulatory standards and mandates, category innovations, and others.

• Report Coverage: Revenue forecast, supplier ranking, supplier matrix, emerging technology, pricing models, cost structure, competitive landscape, growth factors, trends, engagement, and operating model

Browse through Grand View Research’s collection of procurement intelligence studies:

• Food and Beverage ERP Solutions Procurement Intelligence Report, 2023 - 2030 (Revenue Forecast, Supplier Ranking & Matrix, Emerging Technologies, Pricing Models, Cost Structure, Engagement & Operating Model, Competitive Landscape)

• Vegetable Fats and Oils Procurement Intelligence Report, 2023 - 2030 (Revenue Forecast, Supplier Ranking & Matrix, Emerging Technologies, Pricing Models, Cost Structure, Engagement & Operating Model, Competitive Landscape)

Key companies profiled

• Kian Joo Can Factory Berhad

• SWAN Industries

• GZ Industries

• Ball Corporation

• Orora Packaging

• The Olayan Group

• Crown Holdings

• Bangkok Can Manufacturing

• CANPACK

• Ardagh Group

Brief about Pipeline by Grand View Research:

A smart and effective supply chain is essential for growth in any organization. Pipeline division at Grand View Research provides detailed insights on every aspect of supply chain, which helps in efficient procurement decisions.

Our services include (not limited to):

• Market Intelligence involving – market size and forecast, growth factors, and driving trends

• Price and Cost Intelligence – pricing models adopted for the category, total cost of ownerships

• Supplier Intelligence – rich insight on supplier landscape, and identifies suppliers who are dominating, emerging, lounging, and specializing

• Sourcing / Procurement Intelligence – best practices followed in the industry, identifying standard KPIs and SLAs, peer analysis, negotiation strategies to be utilized with the suppliers, and best suited countries for sourcing to minimize supply chain disruptions

[jiangsuwandaspecialbearing]

CGxxA1-x Single-row ball chain groove shape with double stopper forklift sprocket

Materials and heat treatment for Forklift mast bearing ring

The selection of materials for mast-bearing rings (including shafts) is based on the different loads and structures borne by bearing ring parts. Generally, bearing steel, high-quality carbon structural steel, carburized steel, and other materials are selected for manufacturing. Different heat treatment processes are utilized to obtain the mechanical properties for bearing ring parts

Load and structure of the forklift mast bearing

In mast bearings, the magnitude of the load is the first factor to consider when selecting bearings. Under the condition of the same overall dimensions of the bearings, the bearing capacity of the roller structure is the largest, followed by double. -row ball structure and the bearing capacity of a single-row ball structure is relatively small. Among the bearings of this type of structure, the bearing load capacity of the full-ball (or roller) structure is larger than that of a bearing with a cage. On the premise of sufficient load capacity, the standard single-row ball structure can be preferred

[novumtimes]

Chiles only steel mill shuts amid surge in Chinese imports

Unlock the Editor’s Digest for free Roula Khalaf, Editor of the FT, selects her favourite stories in this weekly newsletter. Chile’s sole steel mill has said it will shut down in the face of competition from cheap Chinese imports, in a blow to the country’s government, which had imposed tariffs on China earlier this year in a bid to save it. Chilean steelmaker CAP, which runs the Huachipato mill in Chile’s central Bio Bio region, said on Wednesday that it would shutter its steel operations “indefinitely” by September, blaming an influx of imports from China for more than $500mn in losses over the past two years. Chilean officials consider Huachipato, a big supplier of steel materials to Chile’s massive copper mining industry, to be strategically important. The plant employs roughly 20,000 people, directly and indirectly, in Bio Bio. “This is a very devastating decision for the Bio Bio region, and the country knows that we as a government have made a great effort to reverse it,” economy minister Nicolás Grau said on Wednesday. China is Chile’s main trading partner, accounting for almost 40 per cent of its exports — one of the largest shares among Latin American countries. Governments across Latin America and Asia have complained of a surge in cheap exports in many sectors from China over the past two years as the world’s second-largest economy struggles with weaker domestic demand.   Latin American steel industry group Alacero said the region imported a record 10mn tonnes of Chinese steel in 2023 — a 44 per cent increase from 2022. Huachipato temporarily suspended operations in March, citing the impact from Chinese imports. Chile’s government later slapped temporary duties of 34 per cent on steel balls from China and 25 per cent on the bars used to make them for six months. Officials said they could be extended pending the results of an ongoing anti-dumping investigation by Chile’s Anti-Price Distortion Commission. In June China’s ambassador in Santiago told Chilean media that the tariffs had “harmed the legitimate interests of Chinese steel companies” and “damaged the economic and commercial relationship” between the two countries. But CAP, which also mines iron ore in Chile, said on Wednesday that market conditions had meant it was unable to increase steel prices despite the tariffs, “making it economically unviable to continue with the steel business in Chile in its current form”. Grau labelled the decision to shut the plant as “irresponsible”, blaming CAP and local steel ball manufacturer Molycop for failing “to reach an agreement on sales and pricing that they could have done given the new market conditions generated by the tariffs”. He added that the government would “continue making all [possible] efforts to reverse this decision”. Source link via The Novum Times

[vervovalve]

China Vervo Valve Co., Ltd is One of the biggest Chinese industrial valves manufacturer specializing in floating ball valves, trunnion ball valves, cast steel gate valves, forged steel gate valves, pressure seal gate valves, cast steel globe valves, forged steel globe valves, cryogenic globe valves, forged steel check valves, swing check valves, dual plate check valves, API 609 butterfly valves, steel plug valves, Y strainer valves, etc.

Our main market includes North America, South America, Western Europe, Eastern Europe, Eastern Asia, Southeast Asia, Middle East, Africa, Oceania, from Worldwide Markets. Our Business covers manufacturing, importing and selling all kinds of industrial ball valves, industrial gate valves, industrial globe valves, industrial butterfly valves, industrial check valves, industrial plug valves, industrial special valves.

We are looking forward to cooperating with you with most sincerity!

[lonkeypump]

LWN 1 HP Sewage Pump Electrical Submersible Pump

The pump is a new generation of sewage submersible pump developed by our company. It has a beautiful appearance and durable design. It adopts a down-draft structure, and double seals, and is equipped with an overload protection device. It has a compact structure, small size, energy saving, high efficiency, and can be Pumped liquids with larger solid particles through particles up to 15 mm in diameter.

The pump is suitable for construction sites, hotels, restaurants, shops, gardens, urban sewage, manure discharge, fishery conveying liquid bumpy feed, and paper mills conveying light pulp.

It is worth mentioning that the pump is equipped with a float ball automatic control device, the water level drops to the submersible surface of the pump, the float ball sags automatically, and the pump stops working, preventing the motor from burning out due to the dry running of the pump.