The Fitter Master in the Courtyard: Surrounded by Dead Men

He only straightened up and let out a long breath when the numbers on the instrument finally stopped fluctuating within a certain range.

"Alright,"

He turned to the few people in the room who were looking on expectantly, "I have the batteries. I plan to try them on the bicycle first."

Who would be willing to modify their own car?

Things are made, but they need people to use them.

No matter how well it's made, if nobody wants it, it's just a pile of quiet parts.

And right now, the most suitable option is the bicycle.

These days, if someone owns a bicycle, they're considered a star in the neighborhood.

If this vehicle could move on its own, without the need for strenuous pedaling... then the line of people wanting it would probably stretch from the alleyway to the riverbank.

Life was tough, but there were always plenty of people willing to spend money.

Bicycles that cost over a hundred yuan often disappear as soon as they're put on the shelf.

"I!"

Cao Dayu was the first to raise his hand, his voice loud and clear.

"good,"

Yang Ping nodded. "Bring your car over. We can get started now."

Cao Dayu knew this matter very well; all he needed to do was install a speed control throttle.

The motor R&D team has readily available parts that can be used directly, saving the need for separate processing.

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran to the parking area, riding the old-fashioned bicycle straight into the technical workshop.

"Cao Dayu! What's wrong with you?"

Seeing him ride in on his bicycle, someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Ha!"

Cao Dayu didn't reply and turned a corner, disappearing into the parts processing area.

The man shouted a few words, then went back to his work and didn't come over to watch the commotion.

Yang Ping started disassembling the bicycle.

With his skills as an eighth-level fitter and a seventh-level engineer, this modification was not a difficult task.

He added a geared motor, embedded a lithium battery, and connected a speed control throttle, and that was it.

He tried turning the handle, and the rear wheel immediately spun rapidly.

Yang Ping looked at it and nodded.

"It's done, give it a try."

"You can do it like that?"

Cao Dayu was stunned.

He had seen motorcycles before and was itching to get one, but his father gave him a severe scolding, so he had to give up on the idea.

Who would have thought that a bicycle could cause such a commotion—why bother with a motorcycle then? This thing is exciting enough.

Song Zixu, who was standing next to him, also looked surprised.

"Hurry up, let's go up and take a look."

Yang Ping smiled and urged him on.

"Okay!"

Cao Dayu excitedly climbed onto the car seat.

He twisted the throttle all the way to the end, and the whole vehicle shot off like an arrow.

"Ugh—!"

He let out a triumphant roar.

He had always missed the feeling of speeding around when he used to hitch a ride on a motorcycle; now that he had this electric bicycle, he could finally experience that exhilarating feeling of speeding again.

"What just darted out like that?"

The people in the laboratory looked at each other in bewilderment.

"It seems to be Cao Dayu... He rushed out with his car, and was screaming all the way."

The person by the window leaned out to answer.

"Let's go take a look!"

The rest of the group immediately became interested—these restless young masters were not about to miss out on such a lively event.

In the blink of an eye, the entire research and development room was empty.

On the open ground, Cao Dayu was speeding along on his bicycle.

The wheels spun rapidly, but he didn't seem to step on the pedals.

"What's the trick to this?"

The people who gathered around were completely bewildered.

"Could this be some new gadget they've been working on lately?"

Some people have tried to speculate.

"That's it, it can run without pedaling, just like a motorcycle."

"This is great! I want one too."

"I was originally planning to pester my dad to get me a motorcycle, but this saves me the trouble. I can just modify the bicycle."

"Absolutely! It's worth any price!"

"Yes, and it saves me from getting nagged by my old man at home."

Amidst the cacophony of voices, an undisguised envy was palpable.

The motorcycle in front of us, which can run on its own, clearly evokes the dream of motorcycles in everyone's heart.

Yang Ping then slowly walked out.

He wasn't surprised to hear people comparing the car to a motorcycle.

What haven't these young masters who grew up in Beijing seen? Maybe one of them already has an imported car parked at home.

"Team Leader Yang, let's modify our cars like this too."

Someone saw him and immediately shouted.

"We all need to change!"

The crowd began to discuss it amongst themselves.

Everyone knows that this was Yang Ping's doing.

As for Cao Dayu and Song Zixu, absolutely not—everyone knows their capabilities perfectly well, how could they possibly come up with such novel ideas?

"There is a way, but..."

Yang Ping drawled out the last syllable, a hint of difficulty appearing on her face.

"Team Leader Yang, speak your mind."

If you have any difficulties, I'll take care of them for you.

A young man stepped forward first.

"Yes, I can also pay for my trouble... thirty yuan? No, fifty yuan!"

"Count me in. The modification fee is fifty yuan, which I can afford."

Others followed suit and expressed their opinions.

"Alright then."

Yang Ping nodded, inwardly sighing that these young masters really didn't value money.

He spent fifty yuan in one go, which is equivalent to a month's salary for a level 5 fitter.

Apart from Song Zixu, there are fifteen other people here, and each of them has a bicycle.

This job paid 50 yuan per person, and in the blink of an eye, I earned 750 yuan, which was equivalent to two years' wages for an ordinary worker—it wasn't a loss.

"That's awesome!"

Cao Dayu rode his bike around for a while and came back, his face full of exhilarating joy.

"Cao Dayu, let me try too!"

Some people can't hold back any longer.

"Wei Chengdong, didn't you just call me crazy? How come you're here borrowing a car from a madman?"

Cao Dayu glanced at him sideways.

"Hey, it's just a casual remark, don't take it to heart... let me have some fun."

Wei Chengdong rubbed his hands together and chuckled awkwardly.

Cao Dayu was sharp-tongued, but his hands had already let go of the handlebars.

As he pushed the bicycle over, he reminded the rider, "Sit firmly before turning the gear lever, be careful not to fall."

"Don't worry, I've ridden all kinds of motorcycles, what's there to be afraid of?"

Wei Chengdong nonchalantly took the car.

As soon as he stepped onto the seat and steadied himself, he turned the gear lever.

The wheels suddenly spun rapidly, and the car body shot out like an arrow.

"Ha, this is much simpler than fiddling with a motorcycle; you can speed off with just a flick of your finger."

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, weaving back and forth in the open space, riding with increasing enjoyment.

The onlookers watched with envy, each eager to try it out themselves.

"Let's go eat!"

Yang Ping patted his belly and shouted.

After a busy day, I haven't even had time for lunch yet. I need to fill my stomach first.

"Okay!"

Cao Dayu and Song Zixu echoed in unison.

The three turned and went into the R&D department, leaving a group of people outside still eagerly surrounding the car.

When they returned after finishing their meal, Wei Chengdong and the others were already waiting for them.

Upon seeing Yang Ping, a cacophony of voices immediately swarmed around him:

"Team Leader Yang, when is it our turn for modifications?"

"We don't have much time left today, so we can't modify many cars."

Yang Ping glanced at his watch; it was already past 2 PM. "One at a time."

"Then I'll go first in line!"

"Why should you go first? I've been waiting for you!"

"Don't push, don't push, let me move forward!"

The scene immediately erupted into a noisy argument, with neither side willing to back down.

"Quiet!"

Yang Ping raised her voice, "If you keep making noise, I won't change a single one of them."

Everyone immediately fell silent, staring at each other but daring not to utter another sound.

"Draw lots, in the order they are drawn."

Yang Ping made a decisive decision and immediately had Cao Dayu prepare fifteen lots for everyone to draw in turn.

"Zixu, go and push the car over first. You can start making the changes."

Yang**'s voice had just fallen.

Song Zixu hurriedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you so much, Team Leader Yang!"

"No need for formalities."

Yang Ping raised his hand to stop everyone from talking, "This project was something the three of us worked on together, so we should naturally get all the benefits we deserve."

If anyone is unhappy about this, then I won't bother doing this renovation work.

Upon hearing this, Wei Chengdong and the others immediately fell silent.

The logic is crystal clear—if those who work hard can't even get this little bit of priority, who would be willing to put in the effort in the future?

Yang Ping didn't say anything more and turned back to the parts processing area.

Song Zixu pushed the bicycle that needed to be modified and followed after them.

"Zixu, I'll teach you the key points of the modification."

The rest of the cars are yours to work on, you and Dayu can take turns.

As Yang Ping spoke, he casually picked up a screwdriver from the table.

He didn't intend to waste all his energy on these mechanical tasks; it was more appropriate to let two capable assistants handle them.

"Okay, don't worry!"

Song Zixu's expression hardened, and he moved closer.

As Yang Ping demonstrated and explained, before long, another bicycle was reborn with the low hum of its motor.

"Did you understand everything?"

Yang Ping put down his tools.

"Understood!"

Song Zixu nodded emphatically.

Through this learning experience, he not only grasped the key points of motor assembly, but also memorized the essentials of polishing parts—those delicate tasks may seem tedious, but in reality, they are not difficult to master as long as one is patient.

As they were talking, Cao Dayu lifted the curtain and came in, followed by Wei Chengdong, who was beaming with joy.

"Master Yang, the lot has been drawn."

Cao Dayu waved the note in his hand, "Wei Chengdong has a lucky streak, he's the first one."

Wei Chengdong grinned and handed over an envelope: "Here's the promised fifty yuan for your trouble!"

He paid the money readily.

Yang Ping accepted the money without hesitation.

"Zixu, you take over the modification work; Dayu, you learn from the side, and you'll have to lend a hand with the bicycle modifications in the future."

He assigned tasks in a simple manner.

"Team Leader Yang, is Zixu capable?"

Wei Chengdong's tone was tinged with uncertainty.

"No problem, this thing was originally figured out by the three of us together, so it doesn't matter who does the work."

Yang Ping answered decisively.

He had said before that the results should be credited to Cao Dayu and Song Zixu—and now he was making that clear.

Cao Dayu and Song Zixu felt a surge of warmth in their hearts.

I never expected to have such a rewarding experience. My creations have been recognized, and they taste really good.

"become!"

Wei Chengdong nodded.

A hint of envy flashed in his eyes: if he had been the one who joined back then, he would also be enjoying this success now, and he could go back with his head held high, instead of being criticized as an idle "idle person."

.

Ultimately, who would willingly remain a "young master" who merely drifts through life?

What?

Song Zixu started modifying it.

Cao Dayu watched intently from the side.

Yang observed for a moment, and seeing that everything was in order, he turned and left.

Back in his office, he picked up his pen and wrote down the manufacturing process and various uses of lithium batteries—they can be used in everything from electric bicycles to flashlights.

Finally, the research and development report was signed side by side by three people: Yang Ping, Cao Dayu, and Song Zixu.

A complete report was thus completed.

Yang Ping got up and went to find Director Yang.

It's time to put lithium batteries to real use; we can't let all this hard work go to waste.

Yang Ping parked the electric scooter outside the factory director's office and went inside.

"Yang Ping?"

When Director Yang looked up and saw him, he immediately stood up from behind his desk.

"Factory manager, the development of lithium batteries has been completed."

Yang Ping got straight to the point, handing over the documents in his hand, "This is a detailed report, which includes material specifications and performance data."

"So fast?"