Wasteland Development Diary.

Chapter 628: Hope your father will become a dragon
Wang Shunli knew that her father was not happy in heaven.

Working at the Fourth Locomotive Factory, making a living for one's family was not a problem.

They just emphasize risk aversion and won't do anything that doesn't make money.

Even though his father, Wang Anquan, was a senior engineer, he was still unable to do what he wanted, as he was blocked at every step of the process.

He was often sullen because the mechs he wanted to build were risky and he couldn't find a way to make a profit.

Wang Anquan has said more than once at home, "We can't do this, we can't do that, we only build cars. Does the world need so many cars?"

"If one day, people no longer need cars and have better and cheaper means of transportation, then what can motorcycle manufacturers do?"

This sounds like the complaint of a frustrated technician.

But not many years later...

Wasteland development companies emerged out of nowhere, first launching affordable gliders, and then going further to create commercially viable and more stable airships.

The four major motorcycle manufacturers in the Heavenly Kingdom were immediately hit hard, with a sharp drop in all kinds of orders. Even though they kept offering discounts to maintain sales, their profits were getting worse and worse.

One day, my father came home and suddenly said, "Everyone look at me, I have something to announce."

"I'm resigning and going to a wasteland development company."

“The income there is higher than that at the locomotive factory. They work five days a week and have two days off. They also provide free medical care and education for employees’ children. Wang Shunli can directly enroll in Mushroom Forest Primary School there.”

"They've also developed entirely new humanoid armor, which is exactly what I want to do. The Wasteland Corporation doesn't have profit requirements; they just want to create advanced new things that don't exist anywhere else."

The mother understood immediately: "You want to go and build mechs, right?"

"That's one way to put it."

The father frankly said, "But it's really difficult at the motorcycle factory... I don't want to go to the extraterrestrial development group. They require regular business trips to Mars, and I won't be able to come home for months at a time. It's not very interesting. I'd rather stick to making cars."

"The company wants me, so I'm going to go there. Everyone will be reporting for duty at the beginning of next month. The housing is in the Emerald City annex community, which is a Class B building and has everything inside."

The mother, who was ladling mushroom soup for everyone, looked puzzled: "It's not easy to get into the Wasteland Company. It's not that I don't trust you... but you're not good at making friends and building relationships. And you're so far away in heaven, how can you be sure you can get a job there?"

Wang Anquan sat down casually: "Wife, you know the Wasteland Information platform, right? It has some specialized sections where various professionals discuss things. Someone was discussing the Mech Masters Tournament, so I joined in and talked about technical stuff."

"Then the guy and I got along really well. When he found out I was a locomotive engineer, he asked if I was interested in switching jobs to work for his company. I said yes, thinking he was just bragging. But the next day, he contacted me through a mobile phone."

The father gulped down two mouthfuls of mushroom soup and said happily, "So he's Yuk, a senior engineer at the Yalong Bay Laboratory of the Wasteland Development Company, and also a Silver-Crested Mage, a Water Octopus."

"Yuk had a very high opinion of my mech architecture and design."

"Li Mo, the head of the laboratory, conducted a remote interview with me through the machine stack. He was very impressed with me and invited me to come and serve as an armor engineer, specializing in the research and design of the company's armor equipment."

At this point, he looked at his son, Wang Shunli: "That person in charge looks only seven or eight years old, it's really unbelievable... A child of only a few years old can become the head of a department, and the Yalong Bay Laboratory has hundreds of thousands of light-years of available funding."

"Go for it! If you go back to school, you might be able to do it too! They select talent based solely on ability, not age, race, or background!"

Wang Shunli was a little confused.

Although he knew that the wasteland development company was unconventional and somewhat eccentric, he never expected that the chairman would dare to appoint a child who was only a few years old as the head.

Wang Shunli couldn't help but think, "Maybe I could do it too."

However, after enrolling in Mushroom Forest Elementary School, he gradually realized that Li Mo from Yalong Bay Laboratory was not a child, but rather someone whose physical development had stopped at the child stage for some reason.

After joining the wasteland development company.

My father visibly became more energetic, and he was in high spirits every day. Even when he came home physically exhausted, he was still very satisfied.

He always talked non-stop about the company's various technologies, enjoying his work process, praising how ingenious the Light-Performance Exoskeleton was, how delicate the Light-Style Muscle Suit was in terms of touch and conduction, how useful the life support system was... He was radiant.

What made Wang Anquan happiest was that his application was approved.

The lab allowed him to rent a wasteland armor and modify it to participate in the latest S17 Mech Masters tournament.

……

Wang Shunli paused for a moment at this point.

"At that time, I thought it was just about participating with my dad... I didn't think we could go very far, although the company's wasteland armor was indeed very technologically advanced. However, it was a functional device used for walking, exploring, and collecting in the Dead Sea, not a combat device."

“But my dad said that the purpose of participating in the competition is to win, and we must keep winning.”

The chairman nodded repeatedly, saying, "Well said, competition is all about winning." Wang Shunli scratched his head.

It seems that the chairman and the father are the same kind of people.

I am more like my mother, who grows mushrooms, with realistic and stable ideas, while my father is more idealistic and free-spirited.

The initial stages of the Electromechanical Masters competition did not go smoothly.

As a contestant and operator, the father controlled the wasteland armor in four battles, winning one and losing three. His wins were like constipation, and his losses were like diarrhea, making for a very ugly performance.

"The draw in the Masters tournament is random, so you might encounter a very strong opponent right away. It depends a lot on luck."

Wang Shunli said, "However, if we can't win the final battle, we won't have enough points to qualify. So my father activated both modules."

"The first one is the [Sealing Fist], which is the kind I told you about before. This design can make the wasteland armor's fists very lethal, but the premise is that it must continuously hit the opponent. That's the most difficult part."

"So the second module, Neural Synchronization, complements this."

"Neural synchronization is a special technical method that my father explored in the development of armor after he joined the company. Because armor simply cannot win against electromechanical life in the field of optical printing, a new technology that takes a different approach is needed."

“My father discovered that flywire was an excellent supplement. Connecting flywire to the wasteland reactor not only reduced the load, but also improved the synchronization rate between the operator and the wasteland armor, greatly enhancing accuracy and sensitivity.”

"But that wasn't enough. So Father explored a deeper improvement method, applying to call up the consciousness nerves and connecting them with the flying wires, and then connecting them with the operator, turning them into the internal consciousness neural network of the wasteland armor."

"Through this method, operators can use wasteland armor to a degree that is very close to using their own bodies."

Upon hearing this, the chairman pulled down his mask, a serious look on his face: "Consciousness nerves... Flying Silk itself is also the carrier of Xinqiu, a natural material storage device for consciousness... What a brilliant idea."

Hearing his father receive such high praise, Wang Shunli felt a sense of pride.

Wang Anquan may be an extremely unreliable father and not a very good husband, but he is a highly talented engineer, a fact that Wang Shunli firmly believes.

He assisted his father so that his father's talent and abilities would not be buried.

He received his graduation scholarship, which he gave entirely to his father to fund his participation in the Mechatronics Masters Competition. Playing with mecha is expensive; registration is costly, there are travel expenses, hotel accommodations… every step of the process costs money.

Wang Shunli was getting hungry as he spoke, and while eating fried chicken, he said, "Once the wasteland armor completes the human-machine connection through the consciousness nerve, the operator will enter a wonderful state, be able to predict the opponent's movements at close range, and feel the world slow down, with everyone moving in slow motion."

"My father named it the Emerald Eye, just like the eye of Emerald City, able to see the enemy's every move."

"With these two special technologies, my father controlled the wasteland armor, moving as lightly as a butterfly and striking as precisely as a bee. He could use his fists to hit the enemy accurately, blocking their movements and abilities."

"Then we gradually reversed the situation and started a winning streak."

"With the continuous accumulation of practical experience, my father became more and more adept at operating armored vehicles."

The chairman suddenly asked, "Are there any side effects to using this ability? Will it have any impact on the operators?"

"No...no, there is a little bit."

Wang Shunli thought for a moment and said, "It's just that the operator can't keep the [Emerald Eye] active for a long time. The duration varies from person to person. The more focused a person is, the longer they can keep it active."

“My father has a very high level of concentration, and he can maintain it for about 40 minutes. I can only do half of that, and my limit is 21 minutes.”

"Also, the higher one's physical fitness, the better the effect. My father ate the Hundred Transformation Fruit, so his physical strength is very high, making him a superhuman. I am not qualified yet."

The most difficult part of the entire Mech Masters Tournament is the first few battles.

As he gradually adapted to the ring battles, his father became more and more courageous, unleashing his full power and dominating almost every match.

The only one that could be considered to have encountered challenges and troubles was an electromechanical life form that had activated its "Enemy of Ten Thousand" mode. It was highly adaptable and fast-changing, and its fighting style was fierce and aggressive.

However, it was eventually defeated by its father, who activated the Emerald Eye and used his Iron Fist to subdue it.

This championship was won with an absolute advantage.

It's just that since it's a C-level group, it doesn't get much attention. The biggest buzz and focus of the Masters tournament is still in the top-tier A-level group and the second-highest-tier B-level group.

After listening, the chairman said, "I heard that your father was actually awake."

"Yes... I was just pretending to be unconscious to avoid my mom nagging."

"Then take me to see him."

"Okay, Chairman."

(End of this chapter)