Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 407 I'm not even one percent as good as others
Suddenly, Li Zhao remembered something.

"Master Yang, the Master Yang who was injured this morning?"

He had heard about it that morning; he heard that Master Yang had an accident—his hand was seriously injured, but he returned to the factory after being bandaged at the hospital.

When Gu Zhen heard about this, he said to him that Master Yang was truly dedicated to his job.

“Yes.” Chang Qingze nodded.

Then he added, "Our team leader, Fu, is incredibly smart. When she first came to the factory, she learned from Master Yang for a few days, and she was already comparable to an eighth-level fitter."

Li Zhao: ...?
Gu Zhen:...?
Both of them wore expressions of shock.

What kind of fitter? It's equivalent to a level eight technical skill.

Good heavens, is this even human?

It's important to know that for a general skilled worker to reach level eight, it takes many years of hard work and honing of their skills.

They all rose through the ranks step by step.

Otherwise, how many level eight fitters are there in a factory?

Moreover, according to what Team Leader Chang said, he was at the same level as Master Yang—Master Yang was actually more than just a level eight expert.

After they left, both of them fell into deep thought.

Can one person be this powerful?

"Brother Li, that Team Leader Fu is much better than you!" He's a multi-talented warrior.

She can do this, and she can do that.

Good heavens—that Team Leader Fu is simply the most formidable woman he has ever met in his life.

Li Zhao said in a low voice, "She is indeed very capable. Don't compare me to her—"

"I'm not even one percent as good as others."

Gu Zhen:...?
His eyes were full of surprise.

There was nothing he could do; this was the first time he had ever seen Brother Li so insecure.

But, yes.

Compared to others, it really is somewhat inferior.

Compared to others, he felt like he was just a piece of trash, no different from the scraps in the factory's materials department.

Soon it was time for dinner.

Master Yang quickly said to the person who was still working diligently, "Xiao Fu, stop for a moment. We're not going to finish anyway, let's eat first. This will give your eyes a rest." Fu Mingxue stopped.

Then turn off the machine.

"Row."

To be honest, my eyes are indeed a bit uncomfortable.

Master Yang went over to look at what she had been working on all afternoon and couldn't help but exclaim again, "Xiao Fu, you were born to be a fitter. It's such a pity—"

Fu Mingxue smiled and said, "Master Yang, we're just like bricks in society; we'll go wherever we're needed."

Master Yang was amused by her words.

He even gave her a thumbs up.

Look at her, she's so young, yet she's so insightful—that's called having a broad perspective.

"Master Yang, your hand is so badly injured, you should go home and not keep an eye on things tonight. I can manage on my own."

Fu Mingxue saw that his face was pale and bluish-white.

He hissed every now and then—though the sound was very soft, she still heard it.

After all, since she took the constitution-enhancing pills, her physical condition has improved in various aspects—including her hearing.

Upon hearing this, Master Yang still hesitated.

Although Fu Mingxue hadn't made any mistakes, he was still worried.

This material is very rare, so if even one fails, the loss will be quite significant.

If he were there, he could keep an eye on things.

With that thought in mind, he said firmly, "I'm fine."

Seeing his insistence, Fu Mingxue stopped trying to persuade him.

"Let's go eat first!"

"I'm not going with you. My family will bring me food later."

His hand was injured.

He needs to eat lighter meals, so his family will make him soup.

Upon hearing this, Fu Mingxue nodded, "Okay, then I'll go eat first."

(End of this chapter)