High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 11 is insane! They dare to give this kind of recommendation?

Zhang Yi's gaze fell on the cover of the recommendation letter.

He froze for a moment.

Immediately, a wide grin spread across his face, as if he had heard the funniest joke of the century.

"Letters of recommendation?"

"Old Liao, you... you're here to submit a letter of recommendation for Engineer Zhao Yu too?"

His tone revealed an undisguised sense of absurdity.

"If I remember correctly, every single one of your apprentices was just there to make up the numbers, wasn't they?"

"Don't you have any idea how difficult this assessment, with Engineer Zhao personally overseeing it, will be?"

Zhang Yi looked Liao Ming up and down and shook his head.

"Aren't you afraid that the person who recommended you will embarrass you in front of everyone in the outer city?"

Liao Ming simply shrugged, appearing indifferent.

"Whether it's embarrassing or not, you'll only know after you take the exam."

This stubbornness only piqued Zhang Yi's curiosity.

He simply couldn't imagine which of Liao Ming's scoundrels was qualified for the job.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered someone.

"You wouldn't be... recommending that guy named Han Feng, would you?"

Zhang Yi's expression instantly became incredibly strange.

Who in the entire repair department's apprentice circle doesn't know about Han Feng's "glorious deeds"?

A poor kid from out of town who spent all his hard-earned money on an old airplane graveyard to drive vintage cars.

A typical negative example of someone who is idle and lacks common sense.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi looked at Liao Ming with a hint of pity.

It seems that Lao Liao has really been driven to a dead end and is starting to try anything desperate.

How dare someone like this participate in Engineer Zhao Yu's assessment?

He's probably really gone mad.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but pat Liao Ming on the shoulder, speaking in a slightly teasing tone.

"Old Liao, I'm not trying to be mean, but your taste... is getting more and more unique."

"Alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore, I'm going in first."

He shook his head, turned around, and knocked on Zhao Yu's office door.

A cold "Come in" came from inside the door.

He pushed open the door and entered, his face now adorned with the most respectful smile, yet his eyes held a deep-seated confidence of certain victory.

Liao Ming stood outside the door, his expression calm.

He knew that Zhang Yi's visit was definitely for his genius apprentice, Chen Gang.

Chen Gang, a second-year student, possesses extraordinary repair talent and is hailed as the most promising candidate to reach the B-level engineer level before graduation.

Zhang Yi treated him almost like his own son, showing him off wherever he went.

Not long after, Zhang Yi walked out of the office with a satisfied look on his face, unable to hide his pride.

Clearly, Zhao Yu was very satisfied with his recommender.

"Your turn, Lao Liao."

As Zhang Yi passed by Liao Ming, he patted him on the shoulder again.

"Good luck."

The tone and the look in his eyes clearly indicated that he was waiting to see a huge joke.

Liao Ming straightened his wrinkled collar and pushed open the door to go inside.

Zhao Yu's office was small, resembling a cold operating room.

The air was filled with the smell of metal and purification fluid.

At this moment, the man known as the "Living Dictionary of Engines" is sitting behind a table, examining a holographic document.

He was dressed in a meticulously crafted Class B engineer uniform, and his gaze behind his glasses was devoid of any warmth.

"Engineer Zhao."

Liao Ming respectfully greeted him and presented the letter of recommendation with both hands.

Zhao Yu raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Liao Ming, before accepting the letter of recommendation.

When he saw the name "Han Feng" written in the recommender's name column, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Han Feng?"

Zhao Yu's voice was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

But Liao Ming felt that the temperature in the office had dropped a few degrees.

Are you sure?

Zhao Yu put down the document, interlaced his fingers, and fixed his gaze firmly on Liao Ming.

"The assessments I'm responsible for don't allow for any shortcuts."

"If a recommended person performs poorly, it will be recorded in their file and they will never be hired again."

"And you, your bonus for this year is zero, and your rating is downgraded."

"Of course," Zhao Yu said, a cold smile curving his lips.

"If he can impress me, the academy's reward for you as his mentor will be enough to ensure you'll live a life of comfort for the rest of your days."

Liao Ming straightened his back, his face radiating unprecedented confidence.

"Engineer Zhao, I'm betting my entire future on his!"

"Oh?"

Zhao Yu leaned forward slightly, and a hint of interest finally flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

Give me a reason.

"I heard that this Han Feng... seems to be more interested in 'flying' in the sky."

He used very euphemistic language, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

What makes you think this good-for-nothing can pass my test?

"Engineer Zhao, that's all outdated."

Liao Ming calmly explained, word by word.

"Han Feng has awakened a special talent related to mechanical intuition."

"talent?"

Zhao Yu's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Yes."

Liao Ming nodded vigorously.

"Just this morning, he found 27 hidden faults in a damaged Peregrine Falcon simply by touching it."

"Among them, nineteen are internal hidden flaws that are extremely difficult to detect even with precision flaw detectors."

Liao Ming paused for a moment, then played his final trump card.

"His diagnostic speed is three times faster than the fault code export speed of the data terminal."

The office fell into absolute silence.

Zhao Yu stared intently at Liao Ming, as if dissecting every lie he uttered with his gaze.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"Intuitive talent... is indeed rare."

"I will verify what you've said myself."

Zhao Yu set Han Feng's letter of recommendation aside and leaned back in his chair.

"One week later, the C-level technician promotion assessment will be held at the No. 3 simulation training ground."

"I will be there in person."

A cryptic smile played on Zhao Yu's lips.

"I'd like to see just how good this genius you're talking about really is."

"Yes! Thank you, Engineer Zhao!"

Liao Ming was overjoyed; he knew he had won the bet!

Zhao Yu, that tech fanatic, has taken the bait!

He bowed respectfully and then left the office.

Outside the door, Zhang Yi was still there.

He leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, and when he saw Liao Ming come out, he immediately went to greet him, his face full of schadenfreude.

"How about it? Drowned in Zhao's saliva, huh?"

Liao Ming glanced at him, said nothing, simply straightened his back and walked straight past him.

Zhang Yi was taken aback by that triumphant attitude.

No! This reaction is wrong!

"Hey! Lao Liao!"

Zhang Yi caught up with him in a few steps and stopped him.

"Tell me the truth, what kind of spell did you cast on Engineer Zhao?"

"How could he possibly agree to you recommending that good-for-nothing?"

Liao Ming stopped, turned around, looked at Zhang Yi's anxious face, and smiled.

That smile was as radiant as the sun outside the city.

"You want to know?"

"nonsense!"