The Fitter Master in the Courtyard: Surrounded by Dead Men

Director Yang's tone carried a hint of surprise.

He took the report and quickly scanned the contents and cost estimates listed on the pages—the cost of raw materials was even lower than that of existing lead-acid batteries.

Lithium metal currently has limited applications and is already inexpensive; large-scale procurement could further reduce costs.

"The samples are right outside; you can take a look for yourself."

As Yang Ping spoke, he gestured to the doorway.

He specifically rode that bike here to demonstrate it in person.

"Walk!"

Director Yang put down the report and strode out of the office.

The vehicles parked outside were unfamiliar in appearance and structure, unlike ordinary bicycles—not because he lacked knowledge, but because such things had indeed never appeared elsewhere.

Let me introduce myself to you.

Yang Ping walked to the car and explained the internal components and their principles one by one.

He then mounted the bike and slowly rode around the open space in front of the gate.

"It is powered by electricity and does not require pedals. Its range is still being tested, but one battery can provide at least ten kilometers of range."

The wheels turned around the bend on the ground, and Yang Ping's voice carried on the wind.

"Let me try."

Director Yang was extremely eager to get involved.

He had tinkered with motorcycles before, but he had never tried this electric two-wheeled contraption before, and the novelty was so exciting that he couldn't sit still.

"Take it easy,"

Yang Ping reminded him from the side, "Turning the gear lever will give you a sudden surge, so make sure you're seated firmly before moving."

The vehicle wasn't equipped with a power-off protection device; it was always powered on, and it could lurch forward with just a slight twist of the handle.

"know!"

Factory Director Yang responded, climbed onto the seat, and then turned the speed control knob.

But he didn't control his strength well and twisted it all the way to the bottom—the car "whooshed" through the air.

It charged forward with great force.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he didn't seem flustered.

Having experience with motorcycles, he regained his balance after a couple of wobbles.

"not bad!"

After riding around a few times, he stopped in front of Yang Ping, his tone full of admiration.

"Factory manager, if the factory can bet on lithium batteries and also take on this electric vehicle project, I think it's a good idea."

Yang Ping seized the opportunity to speak.

"Don't worry, I'll report it to my superiors right away."

Factory Director Yang answered readily, "You'll definitely get your share of credit, and you'll get your reward too."

He couldn't possibly let go of lithium batteries with such low costs.

With the addition of these novel electric vehicles, the winds blowing through the steel mill may be about to change.

This matter must be accomplished.

"become."

Yang Ping nodded.

He didn't linger and rode away on Cao Dayu's electric bike.

"This kid... has potential."

Factory Director Yang watched the departing figure and muttered to himself.

He stirred up the stagnant R&D department.

Before, that place was just for show, occupied by people with connections who just loafed around, taking up positions without doing any work, but still getting paid well.

Now that Yang Ping has arrived, he has finally produced something decent.

After giving his report, he returned to his office and dialed his superior's number.

At this time, Yang Ping had already returned to the R&D department.

Cao Dayu also joined in the assistance. After observing for a moment and confirming that everything was going smoothly, he turned around and returned to his room.

He sat down in his office chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Occasionally, be a "hands-off manager" who only sets the direction and doesn't do everything himself.

It doesn't feel so bad.

After a while, he had a slight thought and took out a design draft from a special space deep in his consciousness, and began to study it carefully.

He was planning to make himself a reliable personal tool in case of emergencies.

After browsing for a while, he spread out the paper, picked up a pen and began to sketch lines, intending to design a portable device with a novel structure himself.

Before I knew it, the clock struck past three in the afternoon.

"Let's take a look around the workshop first."

He muttered to himself.

He put the blueprints back into the space that only he could reach, then got up and walked towards the workshop.

Cao Dayu and Song Zixu are reliable and technically proficient, so I feel very reassured entrusting tasks to them.

Those scions from aristocratic families do indeed possess some real skills.

Upon entering the workshop, sixteen unfamiliar faces came into view.

"Master Yang!"

Everyone greeted them in unison.

These were all newly transferred junior technicians, and also the backbone of his loyal team who were about to be promoted to top technicians.

"it is good."

Yang Ping nodded slightly.

"Now, each of you polish one part. Let me see your skills."

He gave the order.

"yes!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically and immediately got to work.

Seeing this, Lü Shuitian, standing to the side, showed a look of satisfaction and said:

"Master Yang, we're entrusting these people to you now."

"rest assured."

Yang Ping nodded solemnly.

He just stood there quietly watching.

At the same time, he quietly shared his experience and memories as an eighth-level fitter with them.

Next, all we need to do is wait—wait for them to climb up step by step, wait for them to gradually show their talent.

In a short while, all the parts had been polished.

"You need to make some minor adjustments here, and change your gestures as well. Try taking the parts from the other side."

Now, replace the parts with that model and make it again.

"It's similar here, there's also this position—the process of directly testing level 5 parts."

"Try the level six parts."

"..."

As Yang Ping gave instructions, he pushed their fitter skill level up.

Instead of following the established procedures, he had them directly handle more challenging workpieces.

The lowest level has crossed the threshold of the intermediate level, while the highest level has jumped to level six.

The rankings of the sixteen people seemed to have been simultaneously raised by an invisible hand.

Without hesitation, everyone did as instructed.

Several senior workers nearby were stunned, almost forgetting the work they were doing.

No one has ever seen guidance like this—skipping grades? Or skipping grades in batches?

This completely violates all the rules passed down in the workshops.

"Yang Ping, is this... really going to work?"

Even Xie Quancai couldn't hold back and stepped forward to ask in a low voice.

"Master, don't worry, I have my reasons."

How can we know the true extent of their strength if we don't push them?

Yang Ping smiled calmly.

"But this..."

Xie Quancai felt that something was wrong; this was too unconventional.

"If Master doesn't trust others, surely he trusts the disciples he himself has trained?"

Yang Ping looked up at him.

"I believe it, but I feel... it's unlikely."

"Never mind, it'll just cost some materials, it's not a big deal."

Xie Quancai's heart sank to the bottom.

Yang Ping merely smiled slightly, without saying a word.

We'll just have to wait and see how it ends.

Before long, someone had finished polishing the parts.

He took the blueprints and the finished parts to Yang Ping and asked him to inspect them.

"Passable, the skill level is average."

Yang Ping made the announcement after careful measurement.

Xie Quancai was stunned—it actually worked.

He refused to believe it, snatched the measuring tool and measured it himself; the dimensions were exactly as they appeared.

Immediately afterwards, another person walked over.

"Pass, the standard is excellent."

Yang Ping made another judgment.

Xie Quancai found it hard to believe, and after retesting, the result was still correct.

"Pass, reaching Level 4 Intermediate level."

Yang Ping reported the third result.

Xie Quancai's expression suddenly changed.

He checked it again, unwilling to give up, and the data was exactly as Yang Ping had said, without any errors.

At this moment, everyone around was stunned.

One part passing might be a fluke, but three in a row passing perfectly can no longer be explained by luck—this is clearly Yang Ping's real skill.

People gradually gathered around, all wanting to witness this astonishing scene: sixteen junior fitters simultaneously taking a higher-level assessment.

Finally, even Lü Shuitian was drawn over.

Yang Ping watched all this quietly, a faint smile flashing in her eyes.

This is merely a stepping stone to becoming a level five or six fitter.

There will be another moment when they are all promoted to the eighth-level fitter, and that will be a truly moving moment—sixteen eighth-level fitters will be born at the same time.

"Yang Ping, how did you do that?"

Xie Quancai finally couldn't hold back and blurted out the question.

All eyes were on Yang Ping, waiting for his answer.

Yang Ping smiled and said casually, "They went astray before, and I just helped them get back on track. I estimated what level they could reach and let them give it a try—who would have thought it would actually work."

This sounds a bit forced, but there's nothing wrong with it.

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to say next.

To think that a few words could lead to success is too far-fetched.

Xie Quancai couldn't help but press, "How exactly did you figure that out?"

He thought to himself that if he could learn this method, it would be much faster to train his apprentices to level up in the future.

Yang Ping just smiled and said, "Don't ask me what I think. This is probably something I was born with."

Just like how I can train so many high-level fitters, and even teach level eight masters.

If you have the ability, you can certainly do it too.

He attributed everything to talent.

Even if someone has doubts, the facts are undeniable and no one can refute them.

At this point, whether you believe it or not is no longer important.

Upon hearing this, everyone wore expressions of helplessness.

Yang Ping is right.

They knew they didn't have the ability—it would be remarkable if they could teach a level 6 fitter, let alone a level 7 or 8.

Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down, Yang Ping waved his hand and said, "Alright, everyone can go home now."

People then gradually left, sighing to themselves as they went: Yang Ping is indeed amazing, but they couldn't help but complain about the unfairness of fate—how wonderful it would be if they had such talent.

As Yang Ping watched the departing figures of the crowd, he pondered to himself: I need to put more effort into the technology, such as improving the machine structure to make the equipment more stable.

Even if someone makes rapid progress in the future, at least there will be a concrete explanation.

Now promoted to Level 7 engineer, coupled with his Level 8 fitter's profound understanding of machinery, improving equipment is no longer a difficult task for him.

"Yang Ping, you are absolutely amazing!"

Before Lü Shuitian had even left, he couldn't help but give Yang Ping a thumbs-up, expressing his sincere admiration.

"It's mainly because they have a good foundation. Without good ingredients, even the most skillful hands can't cook a meal. Otherwise, I would be helpless."

Yang Ping replied with a smile.

"No matter what, you're amazing!"

Lu Shuitian continued to praise him.

He stayed a few more minutes to say a few more words before turning to leave, but he felt a pang of regret that Yang Ping had been transferred to the R&D department—if Yang Ping had stayed in the workshop, he might have been able to train a few more level-eight fitters.

By this time, the surroundings had become quiet.

Just as Yang Ping was looking for a place to rest, Xie Quancai tiptoed over, glanced around, and whispered to Yang Ping:

"Yang Ping, do you have some secret? Tell your master quickly, I also want to lead my apprentices to advance and skip a grade!"

Seeing his mysterious appearance, Yang Ping couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"Master, if there really was a way, why would I keep it from you?"

He asked a question in return.

"That's true!"

Xie Quancai nodded, but a hint of helplessness appeared on his face as he muttered to himself:

"God is really unfair. If only this talent had fallen on me... But it's alright, the talent is with my apprentice, so I can also benefit from it."

Yang Ping could only manage a wry smile upon hearing this.

"Master, you'd better hurry up and polish the parts."