High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"oops--"

A drawn-out sigh pierced the deathly silence of the scene.

Liao Ming finally recovered from his huge shock.

He felt as if he had been infused with highly pure spiritual energy. He was first overjoyed, and then his body felt light and airy, as if he were about to ascend to heaven in the next second.

He took steps that showed no regard for family or friends.

He took one step, then two, and swayed until he reached Zhang Yi, whose face was deathly pale.

He peeked at the report and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Wow, 100.5%!"

Liao Ming slapped his thigh dramatically, his voice not loud, but every word was piercing.

"Old Zhang, I remember someone saying earlier, 'Repairs isn't about speed, it's about quality'?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the stunned Chen Gang, before delivering the most fatal blow.

"Oh dear, if the mass were just a little bit higher, I'm afraid this plane would defy gravity and fly out of the atmosphere to explore the mysteries of the universe."

Boomerang.

The more stylishly you threw it, the more painful it will be when it gets stuck in your face.

Zhang Yi's face flushed, his lips trembled violently, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Liao Ming has no intention of stopping yet.

He turned around and said to Chen Gang in a tone of earnestness like an elder, "Chen Gang, don't be discouraged."

"Although you were half an hour slower and your performance was almost 6 percent worse, you're still considered pretty good among ordinary people."

"After all, the world of geniuses is indeed more difficult for us mere mortals to understand."

"puff--"

Little Li and Fat Tiger, who were standing next to him, finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Chen Gang's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

It felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my head.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the center of attention and a "genius" in the eyes of others.

When has he ever been comforted as an "ordinary person"?

This kind of understated pity is more humiliating than slapping him twice!

Han Feng, who had been silent until now, was secretly overjoyed.

However, his reasons for being happy were completely different from Liao Ming's.

He was doing the accounting.

The repair allowance for C-level technicians is based on the degree of completion and the difficulty level.

For routine maintenance, a few hundred contribution points are the maximum.

However, according to the Ministry of Works' regulations, this kind of "perfect repair" that exceeds the factory performance is eligible to apply for the highest level of "technical innovation allowance"!

This order alone will earn you at least two thousand contribution points!

In addition, the C-level technician benefits that I'm about to receive...

Before Han Feng's eyes, it seemed as if barrels of high-grade aviation fuel were beckoning to him.

Is that oil?

No! That's cultivation! It's the fuel for the path to becoming a sword immortal!

"Alright, stop standing there."

Zhao Yu clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back.

He walked to the center of the field, staring intently at Han Feng and Chen Gang.

Especially when she looked at Han Feng, her gaze was so ardent, as if she were admiring a piece of unearthed, exquisite jade.

"The results of today's assessment are evident to all."

Zhao Yu cleared his throat, and his voice carried throughout the entire venue.

"I hereby announce that Han Feng and Chen Gang have both passed the C-level technician promotion assessment!"

"Starting immediately, enter the files of the formal technicians in the Tiangong Maintenance Department."

"Basic salary subsidy increased to 3000 contribution points per month!"

"And enjoy all the benefits of a full-fledged technician, including the right to independently accept orders, repair commissions, and higher-level access to information!"

"3000 contribution points!"

Upon hearing this number, Han Feng's heart skipped a beat.

My monthly salary tripled!

And there's also a separate commission for repairs!

This means that the frequency of practicing at the "aircraft graveyard" can be reduced from once a week to once every three days, or even once every two days!

If I land a few big orders, it wouldn't be a dream to spend all my time in the sky!

Han Feng and Chen Gang exchanged a glance. The latter's expression was complicated, but they both stepped forward and bowed to Zhao Yu to express their gratitude.

"Thank you, Engineer Zhao!"

Zhao Yu waved his hand, a smile he couldn't hide on his face.

"Don't thank me yet, there's something else."

He looked at the two of them with a sharp gaze.

"I'm currently in charge of the 'Peregrine Falcon' third-generation engine improvement project, and we're short-staffed."

"Both of you, whether you take the rigorous theoretical route or the unorthodox intuitive route, are the talents I need."

"Would you be interested in joining my project team?"

"Whoosh—"

These words immediately caused an uproar among those around them.

Zhao Yu's project team!

A key project personally led by a Class B engineer!

Getting in is like having one foot in the door of becoming a Level B engineer!

Countless experienced C-level technicians would kill to get in, and now, two newly promoted newcomers have been directly recruited?

Chen Gang suddenly looked up, his eyes rekindling with an indomitable fighting spirit.

"I do!"

Han Feng naturally wouldn't refuse such a good opportunity, nodding and saying, "It would be my honor."

"good!"

Zhao Yu was in a great mood and waved his hand.

"I'm giving you a day to rest, adjust, and take care of your personal matters."

"Report directly to the project team at 8:00 AM the day after tomorrow!"

After speaking, Zhao Yu turned to look at Liao Ming and Zhang Yi.

"You two are not bad either."

He first looked at Zhang Yi.

"Zhang Yi, the fact that you can teach a student like Chen Gang with such solid fundamentals shows that you have a good teaching method. Keep it up."

Zhang Yi's embarrassment finally eased somewhat, and he quickly nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, Engineer Zhao, you flatter me."

Then, Zhao Yu looked at Liao Ming, his eyes full of admiration.

"Liao Ming, your ability to discover Han Feng's potential and your courage to break with convention and recommend him is truly remarkable."

"I'll make a note of that in this year's year-end evaluation."

Liao Ming was so excited that his face turned red, his back was straight, and he was radiant.

"Thank you, Engineer Zhao! It's what I should do!"

"Alright, everyone, go home and celebrate."

Zhao Yu waved his hand, turned around, and quickly left.

He had to hurry to his office and study that 100.5% report from beginning to end another three hundred times!

As soon as Zhao Yu left, the atmosphere at the scene immediately relaxed.

"Crazy! That's awesome!"

Fat Tiger was the first to rush up, his massive body like a heavy tank, and gave Han Feng a bear hug.

It almost caused Han Feng's barely recovered blood and energy to surge up.

"I knew you could do it!" Xiao Li exclaimed excitedly, his eyes shining.

"A monthly salary of 3,000 points! Plus a project team allowance! This is insane! Our dorm is really going to take off this time!"

Zhou Wen pushed up his glasses, and although he didn't say anything, the smile in his eyes was undeniable.

Liao Ming walked over at this moment, his face glowing, looking as if he had become ten years younger.

"Good lad, you've really made me proud!"

He patted Han Feng's shoulder hard, his voice so loud it seemed the whole school could hear.

"Let's go! We have to celebrate properly today!"

"Let's go get something big!"

"I want to eat braised pork ribs!" Fat Tiger immediately raised his hand and suggested.

"Eat up! All you can eat!" Liao Ming waved his hand, exuding boundless generosity.

"Nobody's going to skimp on anything today! We're not leaving until we're stuffed!"

The group, in a grand procession, walked towards the cafeteria amidst countless envious and jealous glances, laughing and chatting.

The lively atmosphere contrasted sharply with the quiet and deserted scene of Chen Gang and his apprentice on the other side.

Watching Han Feng and the others walk away, Chen Gang stood there, the expensive silver toolbox in his hand feeling incredibly heavy.

He lowered his head, looking at the ground, his eyes filled with confusion.

"teacher……"

Chen Gang's voice was a little hoarse.

"Is talent really more important than hard work and discipline?"

"I followed the manual strictly, operated meticulously, and even optimized the process... but he didn't even use any equipment, just messed around a bit, and yet he could surpass me?"

This sense of defeat, which was denied at its very foundation, caused cracks to appear in his usually steadfast Daoist heart.

Zhang Yi's face was gloomy.

Seeing his most prized disciple looking so dejected, he felt a mix of anger and resentment.

He had to keep his apprentice calm.

"What? You're already upset?" Zhang Yi's voice came from the side.