The Fitter Master in the Courtyard: Surrounded by Dead Men

They might not be entirely convinced that a young man could have such great abilities, but the words came from Xie Quancai's mouth, and the facts were undeniable—someone had indeed been promoted because of Yang Ping's guidance.

Even if there were doubts, all one could do at this point was to agree and say "Amazing!"

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After all, if they angered the young master and he stopped instructing them in the future, they would suffer a great loss.

Yang Ping could actually hear his master's boastful voice with its ups and downs.

He was holding a vernier caliper, measuring a piece of steel. Upon hearing this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

He knew his master's temper; he would seize any opportunity to speak his mind, especially since he had been stopped by Director Lü earlier and hadn't been able to show off in front of more people. Now he was making up for it by grabbing a few old coworkers.

He was absolutely right.

Xie Quancai had been waiting for everyone to flock to the workshop entrance so he could stand with his hands behind his back and enjoy the amazed looks from the crowd.

Unexpectedly, Lü Shuitian intercepted everyone outside, and his smugness vanished. Only then did he turn around and grab Lin Dahai and the others.

The noise outside could be faintly heard in the workshop, but it was blurred by the thick walls.

Yang Ping put down the calipers and looked out the window.

All that could be seen were the throngs of people and the dust kicked up; the specific details were unclear.

He took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the task at hand.

External matters are naturally handled by the people who should be in charge.

He has to live up to the "level seven" rating.

These two words are worthy of the master's pride, which he wanted the whole world to know.

Inside the window, there was the soft sound of rulers and gauges clashing against metal, and the calm profile of a young man; outside, there was a dense crowd, billowing dust, and the tense faces of two managers.

A wall separates two worlds, yet they are invisibly connected by the same person.

Lü Shuitian suddenly turned his head away.

Earlier, Old Qian from the security department arrived with fifty or sixty men, all carrying weapons.

Those dozens of men, also holding guns, formed a battle formation in front of the surging crowd.

Seeing this scene, the people at the front were stunned and hurriedly stopped in their tracks—when life is at stake, nothing about promotions, raises, or making more money becomes meaningless.

What's the point of earning money if you're alive but can't spend it?

The surging crowd gradually came to a halt.

Of course, there were still people behind, unclear on the situation, pushing and shoving forward. "Quick, tell everyone behind to stop!"

Section Chief Qian immediately gave the order.

Upon hearing the commotion, the security personnel quickly scaled the wall, secured a high position, and raised their loudspeakers to stop the crowd from advancing.

Upon seeing the dark gun barrels in their hands, everyone froze on the spot, too afraid to move.

"Go back! All of you back to the workshop! The security guards don't discriminate with their guns. If anyone takes another step forward, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Section Chief Qian also climbed up the wall, grabbed a megaphone, and shouted.

He had just learned the situation from Lü Shuitian and knew that these people just wanted to learn Yang Ping's craft and improve their fitter skills, so he felt a little relieved. When he received the news earlier, he thought something had gone wrong and broke out in a cold sweat.

The crowd immediately retreated, even faster than when they arrived. Within minutes, the workshop entrance was completely empty; everyone had retreated inside, and no one dared to linger outside.

"call……"

Lu Shuitian breathed a long sigh of relief.

He turned to Section Chief Qian, his voice full of gratitude: "We really owe you a debt of gratitude this time, Section Chief Qian."

"If you hadn't arrived in time, I really wouldn't know how I would have handled the situation."

"Don't mention it, it's my duty."

Section Chief Qian waved his hand.

Lü Shuitian followed closely behind, and the two hurried through the factory area.

The crowd just now almost swallowed him up; thankfully, the security department arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

He was still shaken, and cold sweat still clung to his forehead.

Director Yang's office is on the second floor of the administration building.

When I knocked and went in, the factory manager was holding the phone receiver, his brows furrowed.

After listening to the report, he remained silent for a moment, took off his glasses and wiped them, then stood up: "Let's go to the broadcasting room."

Soon, the loudspeakers in every corner of the factory area started blaring again.

Director Yang's voice sounded particularly deep and resonant through the electrical current.

"Attention all employees, this is Factory Director Yang."

Today, a large-scale incident of unauthorized absences occurred, involving thousands of people. Some workshops were brought to a standstill, and the incident was extremely serious.

It is hereby officially announced that any further similar behavior will result in immediate dismissal and will be recorded as a serious offense in the individual's personnel file.

The words on the radio were repeated three times, each one clear.

In the workshop, in the corridors, and at the canteen entrance, workers heard the phrase "record in the file."

His expression changed upon hearing those four words.

With this record in the file, which factory would dare to hire them in the future? It's like cutting off their path to survival.

Many people exchanged glances and secretly clenched their fists.

"In addition, technical backbones like Yang Ping have emerged in the factory, and each workshop will organize learning sessions in an orderly manner."

No one may disturb or harass their work without authorization; violators will be demoted and have three months' salary deducted; repeat offenders will be dismissed.

This passage was also repeated three times.

The noisy factory area gradually quieted down, leaving only the hum of the machines running.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief—since the factory has arranged unified training, it will eventually be their turn, there's no need to rush.

Order has been restored, and my heart is at ease.

In the workshop, Yang Ping was bending over adjusting the gears of a machine tool.

The sound of a broadcast drifted in from outside the window, and his hand paused slightly.

It was only then that he realized that the dark mass of people outside the door that morning had caused such a commotion.

Yang Ping didn't find anything strange about the scene before her.

Job grade is directly related to income. Who wouldn't want to earn more money and live a better life? Once an opportunity presents itself, people will naturally do everything they can to seize it.

It's perfectly normal for the entire factory, with thousands of employees, to get moving at once.

In the years that followed, wasn't it the same? Whenever people heard that a certain profession could make a lot of money, crowds would flock there like a tide.

People from all walks of life are vying for power, making the scene ten times more lively than it is now.

Yang Ping wasn't used to being surrounded and bombarded with questions by so many people. Fortunately, the factory came up with regulations in time, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to deal with it.

Xie Quancai, who was standing to the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of lingering fear on his face.

"Thanks to Director Lü for shielding us, otherwise we really wouldn't have been able to handle it."

Imagine thousands of people rushing forward at the same time; anyone would feel apprehensive.

Lin Dahai and the others nodded silently to each other.

Yang Ping simply smiled slightly.

He had clearly seen a hint of disappointment flash across his master's face because no one came over and he missed the chance to show off.

Are you scared now?

He would never say that aloud.

"Alright, everyone, hurry up and practice your skills to raise your level."

"With so many people in the factory going forward, I can't train them all by myself; you'll all need to help share the burden."

Yang Ping urged.

He already had a plan in mind for what would happen next.

We can't let him shoulder everything; someone has to share the burden.

"Okay!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Dahai and the others perked up immediately and hurried back to their workstations to continue polishing the parts and refining their skills.

Xie Quancai's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer to ask, "Yang Ping, does that mean... I can also be a team leader and lead a group of senior fitters?"

His face was beaming, as if he could already see himself standing in front of a group of senior technicians, waving and receiving a chorus of responses.

Master Yang, the precision of this batch of grade 7 workpieces must meet the standard. Those who pass the assessment will naturally be promoted to team leader.

Yang Ping shook his head helplessly.

He could never go against his master's temper.

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

Xie Quan quickly agreed and turned to walk towards his workstation, thinking to himself that he needed to practice his skills some more to lay the foundation for becoming a team leader in the future.

Seeing everyone busy with their own tasks, Yang Ping didn't delay and returned to his workbench to continue processing the batch of level-seven parts.

At this rate, once he has fully stabilized at the level of a Grade 7 Special Grade Worker, he will be able to try working with irregularly shaped parts and take a step towards becoming a Grade 8 Fitter.

As dusk settled, Yang Ping finished work and walked towards the compound.

People he met on the street would politely call him "Master Yang".

However, no one stopped to chat; they simply said hello and hurried away.

Clearly, the lingering effects of the factory's public announcement of the disciplinary action were still felt.

Yang Ping nodded in response to each of them.

Compared to the last time when they were surrounded on the way and had to wait for Lü Shuitian to come to their rescue, it is so much more comfortable to be here in peace and quiet.

Before long, the courtyard gate came into view.

"Yang Ping, you're really capable, training so many senior workers in one go."

Yan Fugui greeted him with a smile from the doorway, "If my son goes to work in a factory to learn to be a fitter in the future, I'll need your guidance."

Yang Ping's lips curled up slightly.

Old Yan was used to scheming, and when he heard rumors that Yan had trained a senior technician, he wanted to take the opportunity to get a verbal promise.

He glanced to the side and saw that the daffodils had sprouted tender green buds and were growing well, so he guessed they wouldn't be long before they bloomed.

"Yang Ping, if you like, you can take this pot of daffodils."

As if he had made up his mind, Yan Fugui picked up a basin and handed it to him.

"This matter is still undecided. Nobody can say for sure about the factory's recruitment."

I cannot accept these flowers.

Yang Ping waved his hand to refuse.

"Take it, consider it a token of my appreciation."

Without saying a word, Yan Fugui shoved the flowerpot into his hand.

The words have already been spoken; it would be too embarrassing to take them back now.

"A single pot may seem meager, but good things come in pairs."

"Why don't you give me both of these pots of daffodils?"

Yang Ping smiled; since he had given it to her, he wouldn't stand on ceremony.

He took the pot from Yan Fugui's hand, then casually pulled another pot from the windowsill into his arms, cradled it in his bend, and turned to leave, pushing his bicycle.

"This... sigh!"

Yan Fugui opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say anything to persuade Yang Ping to stay. He could only watch helplessly as Yang Ping walked away, a sharp pain shooting through his heart.

I had hoped to at least keep one pot to add some elegance during the New Year, but who would have thought that this kid would take the whole pot with him.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

The third aunt came out of the house and saw her husband looking gloomy, so she asked him what was wrong.

"It's okay, I'll go inside and rest for a while."

Yan Fugui waved his hand and went back to his room to brood alone.

Yang Ping carried two pots of daffodils and walked briskly through the backyard.

It's really rare to be able to gain an advantage from Yan Fugui.

"Yang Ping, you're carrying so much stuff! Let me help you!"

Ma Xiaoling's crisp voice rang out.

Yang Ping's heart tightened, and he knew something was wrong. He looked up and saw her smiling as she walked forward, reaching out to take the flowers from his arms.

"No need to trouble yourself, I can manage!"

He was momentarily careless and forgot to avoid this issue.

Ma Xiaoling had already nimbly taken the two pots of daffodils, giving him no chance to refuse.

"Yang Ping, where would you like to put these flowers? Is it alright to put them by the door?"

She turned her head and asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Just leave it at the door."

Yang Ping had no choice but to agree.

Yang Ping had no choice but to let Ma Xiaoling take the two pots of daffodils—he was afraid that if they continued arguing, he might accidentally drop the flowers, which would be a pity.

"Okay, I'll leave it at your doorstep for now!"

Ma Xiaoling placed the flowerpots in front of Yang Ping's door, muttering, "Don't you have to go out to work during the day? I'll take care of these two daffodils for you."

"There's really no need for that..."

Yang Ping quickly declined.

Ma Xiaoling was tall and had a warm personality, and Yang Ping simply couldn't resist her.

He secretly planned to move the flowers back into the house later.

"Don't mention it!"

Ma Xiaoling got even more excited, "If you have any dirty clothes, bring them out too, and I'll wash them for you."

A grown man can't live without a woman to take care of him. Since you're not married yet, I'll try to find you one!

Yang Ping felt a chill run down his spine.

He really couldn't understand why Ma Xiaoling would be so enthusiastic about him, even if he was good-looking.