The Fitter Master in the Courtyard: Surrounded by Dead Men

Just then, Song Zixu approached him with a pained expression, his tone sincere yet tinged with trepidation: "Master Yang, I was too rash just now, please don't take it to heart... I was blind to your greatness, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me."

After much thought, he still felt that apologizing in person would be the most reassuring thing, so as to avoid being remembered for it later.

Yang Ping waved his hand, his expression calm: "It's nothing, I'm not that petty, don't worry about it."

As a newcomer, doing odd jobs and being probed by others was perfectly normal to him.

"Master Yang is so generous!"

Song Zixu immediately gave a thumbs up, and his face relaxed considerably.

"If you ask me, don't call him Master Yang anymore, it sounds so old-fashioned."

Someone chimed in, "Our team leader looks even younger than us, let's just call him Team Leader Yang!"

"Yes, yes, greet Team Leader Yang!"

"Really? It sounds catchy and friendly."

Everyone laughed and changed their address, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Guo Gang had previously assigned Yang Ping to lead the group, hence the title "team leader".

The way they called it was in accordance with the rules.

Song Zixu remained silent.

Cao Dayu frowned.

"No way, Master Yang is more skilled than any of us. There are still many things we'll need to learn from him in the future. It's only right that we call him Master."

He intentionally wanted to maintain Yang Ping's position—it wouldn't do him any harm.

Several pairs of eyes fell on Yang Ping, waiting for him to speak.

"Call me whatever you want, even by my name, it's just a form of address."

Yang Ping answered casually.

He didn't care about any of that.

He was only twenty years old, and everyone present was older than him.

Cao Dayu was more than a decade older than him, yet no one dared to call him "brother."

That's already being very polite.

"Okay, then I'll call you Team Leader Yang."

"That's what I call it too!"

Others echoed this sentiment.

"Alright, everyone get back to what you're doing."

Yang Ping gave the instructions.

After saying that, he walked towards his desk, intending to tidy up with Cao Dayu.

"No, no, Mr. Yang, please rest over there. I'll be done in a minute."

Cao Dayu quickly stopped him.

"That's right, just leave it to me and Dayu."

Song Zixu walked over carrying a rag and continued the conversation.

Cao Dayu's expression darkened slightly.

He vaguely sensed that Song Zixu was trying to undermine his position and seize his "fourth seat."

.

"Zixu, you don't need to. I can handle it myself."

He spoke up quickly.

"What, you can help, but I can't?"

Without saying a word, Song Zixu started tidying up, his movements swift and efficient, completely ignoring Cao Dayu's reaction.

Cao Dayu's expression darkened slightly.

He glanced at Yang Ping, and seeing that he didn't speak, he secretly intensified his work, trying to gain more trust from the other party with his obvious diligence.

Song Zixu was not about to fall behind.

In an instant, an unspoken contest between men quietly arose.

The two remained silent, but their hands moved with increasing efficiency, and the pace of their work noticeably quickened.

Yang Ping saw all of this and could only shake his head inwardly.

A messy desk was transformed into something brand new in just over a minute by the two of them.

Even the surrounding corners were wiped spotless.

The entire area immediately appeared well-organized, exuding a pleasant clarity.

"Heavy rain, show me around the R&D department."

Yang Ping spoke up.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, this way please."

Cao Dayu immediately responded and then walked ahead to lead the way, guiding Yang Ping on a slow tour of the R&D department's space.

Song Zixu naturally followed closely behind.

Regardless of Cao Dayu's reaction, he was determined to follow closely behind, showing no intention of leaving.

Cao Dayu was helpless about this, and seeing that Yang Ping had not expressed his opinion, he could only let it be.

Yang Ping stopped paying attention to the subtle atmosphere between the two people behind her and turned her attention to the interior of the research and development room.

This area is far more than just an office space; it is also divided into several clearly defined functional zones, such as a metal materials area, a parts processing area, and a document archiving area.

Inside the metal section, various metal materials were stacked in categories, each gleaming with a cold and distinct luster.

The parts processing area, as the name suggests, is where test parts are made.

It is fully equipped with small fitter, soldering station and other tools, and is just like a mini workshop.

In theory, the entire trial production process, from raw materials to finished products, can be completed here.

However, most of these devices are currently covered in thick dust, indicating that they have not been used for a long time.

Even if parts are needed, people prefer to go directly to the large workshop to coordinate, and no one is willing to do it themselves here.

The high-sounding reason is, of course, that professional matters should be left to professionals.

The last area is the data section.

The interior is used for storing documents, but the scene is dazzling.

Documents and books of all kinds were scattered all over the place, without any order, like a sea of ​​paper swept by a strong wind.

Yang Ping looked at the mess, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

"Master Yang, I'll come and tidy up in a bit, and I'll make sure this place is neat and tidy."

Cao Dayu quickly spoke up.

"I'll lend a hand too!"

Song Zixu immediately echoed.

He had already made up his mind to follow Yang Ping—he wouldn't lose out no matter what.

"Don't you have anything else to do?"

Yang Ping was somewhat puzzled.

"No, our R&D department is very idle. Unless the factory specifically assigns us work, there's not much to do all day."

Cao Dayu replied.

"Isn't research and development work required?"

Yang Ping blurted it out.

As soon as he said it, he realized that the question was unnecessary.

He had already witnessed the level of these people.

A single AC motor can keep a whole room full of people busy for three days; how could they possibly have the capacity for research and development?

As for Guo Gang, it's understandable that he couldn't lead this group of people on his own.

"No need, we have plenty of free time every day."

Cao Dayu repeated.

Song Zixu replied with a wry smile, "We also want to do some research, but many people can't even understand the basics, so we're willing but unable to."

Yang Ping nodded.

After that, he got a general understanding of everyone's situation.

It turns out that most of these people got in through connections, ostensibly to learn how to become engineers.

Looking at their lazy appearance, there was no sign of them seriously learning the technology. Yang Ping secretly guessed that these people probably did not lack money and did not really expect them to live on the salary of engineers. They were just finding a place to settle down, so that they would at least have a proper job and avoid causing trouble outside.

Cao Dayu briefly introduced the family backgrounds of everyone, who were either in important positions or had deep ties with the military; they were all born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

These people are born without having to worry about making a living; they have no worries about food, clothing, shelter, or transportation.

No wonder Guo Gang didn't keep a close eye on them—it would probably be useless anyway, and if any of them went home to complain, it would only backfire and be more of a loss than a gain.

That's roughly the situation for everyone.

Cao Dayu laughed.

Yang Ping nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the two faces, and asked:

"Do you want to do something truly significant?"

"I miss it! I think about it day and night!"

Cao Dayu and Song Zixu's eyes lit up immediately, and they responded in unison.

Having lived more than half their lives, yet still living a mediocre and unproductive life, how can they be willing to sink into oblivion?

They had no way to get in before, but now that Yang Ping was willing to offer this opportunity, they were absolutely unwilling to miss it.

"Alright, then get me a battery production line, a small one will suffice."

Yang Ping said with a smile.

Having just seen a considerable reserve of lithium materials in the metals section, he already had a plan in mind—to develop a new type of lithium battery.

Fortunately, he already had some knowledge of lithium battery manufacturing processes and procedures, and now with the added expertise of engineers, the production process is even more efficient.

The only thing missing is a suitable set of production equipment.

This matter was entrusted to these two "princelings" with extremely powerful backgrounds.

It shouldn't be a problem to get it done.

"Battery production equipment?"

The two exchanged a glance, a hint of hesitation flashing across their faces.

"good.

I plan to develop a completely new type of battery.

If it is successfully developed, the two of you, as assistants, will be remembered in history alongside me, the developer.

Yang Ping spoke slowly.

"To be remembered in history"

Upon hearing those four words, a burning light suddenly shone in the eyes of Cao Dayu and Song Zixu.

"No problem! I'll go ask my father right away!"

Without further hesitation, the two agreed immediately.

The two then headed toward the telephone.

Yang Ping remained calm.

He naturally had a backup plan.

If these two can't handle it, he can first consult with Director Yang, and if that doesn't work, he can then ask to see the higher-ups.

Lithium batteries are not yet available, but once they are successfully developed, they will surely shake up the entire battery industry.

78: Battery production line equipment acquired

Yang Ping walked back to her desk and sat down.

Before long, Cao Dayu and Song Zixu returned.

"Engineer Yang, the matter is settled."

Cao Dayu had a smile on his face.

"The equipment is a bit old; it should be considered scrap by now."

Song Zixu added from the side.

"No problem, just bring the machine over first, and I'll handle any issues."

Yang Ping responded.

As an eighth-level fitter with the theoretical knowledge of an eighth-level engineer, he can completely rebuild a set according to specifications as long as the equipment prototype is available.

"Okay, we'll make the arrangements right away."

Cao Dayu nodded, then turned and walked out of the R&D department.

Song Zixu quickly followed.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Yang Ping couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

The R&D department is like their own living room; they can come and go as they please.

However, there is indeed nothing to do right now.

Looking around, most people were still sitting there passing the time, while only two people were examining the electric fan, seemingly trying to figure out the structure of the AC motor.

Unfortunately, they just watched – neither taking it apart nor looking up the principles in the documentation section.

Yang Ping sighed inwardly.

A life of comfort and carefree existence is fundamentally different.

I, on the other hand, am destined to be a busy person and have never experienced such leisure.

Yang Ping took a short break at her workstation. Seeing that there was nothing to do around her, she got up and headed towards the data area.

He browsed through the technical documents on the shelf while casually tidying up the scattered files.

Since his brain was enhanced, he has gained the ability to remember everything he sees. Every word and chart he sees is imprinted into the depths of his consciousness as if carved by a knife and axe, and he will never forget it.

Moreover, his comprehension has also improved significantly.

The combination of various talents enabled him to digest complex knowledge at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

As he reviewed more and more materials, Yang Ping felt that he was steadily moving towards the level seven engineer – at this rate, he might only be a hair's breadth away from that level.

There is no need to go out for lunch; the canteen staff will deliver the lunch boxes to the research institute so that scholars do not have to waste their time queuing.

While such treatment was quite thoughtful, it was a pity that many people in the institute did not fully dedicate themselves to their work.

Yang Ping rarely spoke; he simply finished his meal quietly and then buried himself in his books again.

The sunlight outside the window slanted quietly, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Ping glanced at the clock on the wall and figured it was time to go to the workshop for inspection. So he put the half-read document back on his desk, intending to continue tomorrow.

"Master Yang!"

"Team leader!"

Cao Dayu and Song Zixu returned at that moment, their foreheads still damp with the light sweat from their journey.

"How did it go?"

Yang Ping looked up and asked.

"The machines have all been delivered and are just piled up outside."

Just call a few movers in to assemble it.

Cao Dayu replied.

The two had been busy since dawn and had finally managed to get the battery production equipment to the right place.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Yang Ping's eyes.

He hadn't expected the two to be so efficient, managing to move the equipment so quickly.

He stepped outside.