In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

Chapter 141 Miss Wei's Late-Night Snack

"I have connections in the electrical control and distribution box business."

Zhao Fucai's eyes darted around.

"There's a factory in Tianjin that specializes in making these. I'm sworn brothers with their boss. If you get your goods from him, you can get a 30% discount."

Zhang Yong glanced at him.

"How cheap?"

"A distribution box costs 1,200 on the market, but I can get you one for 800."

Zhao Fucai smiled even more broadly.

"And the quality is guaranteed; I'll take responsibility if there are any problems."

"You'll benefit from it too."

Zhang Yong did not respond.

He knew all too well that this claim of "30% cheaper" was most likely Zhao Fucai adding a markup and taking a kickback.

The market price is 1,200, but he might get the goods from Tianjin for 600, resell them for 800, making a profit of 200 in between, and then pocket a dozen or so yuan for himself at most.

"Boss Zhao, I need to discuss this with Teacher Fang."

Zhang Yong's words were watertight.

"Procurement is not my responsibility; it's the school's responsibility."

Zhao Fucai's smile froze for a moment.

"So—what's your budget? I'd like to have a better idea of ​​what it is."

"I don't know."

Zhang Yong turned and left.

Zhao Fucai stood there, his face looking rather grim.

5:30 p.m.

The entrance to Hongqi Chemical Plant.

The minibus was parked on the side of the road, and nineteen students boarded one after another, each of them exhausted.

Qian Zhiyuan held the blueprints, his face covered in sweat and dust.

"I visited six companies today and tested twelve furnaces. I recorded all the data."

Fang Qiming sat in the passenger seat, flipping through his notebook.

"After we get back, the mechanical team will organize the data, the electrical team will develop a control plan, and the testing team will verify the water quality report. Tomorrow we'll continue visiting the six sites in the west."

He paused for a moment.

"Zhang Yong, you today—"

Before he could finish speaking, a jeep suddenly stopped next to the minibus.

The car door opened, and Wei Shuyun jumped out of the driver's seat. She had her hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing a white shirt and jeans, looking neat and tidy.

"Zhang Yong!"

She walked straight up to Zhang Yong and grabbed his arm.

"You don't need to go back today."

Zhang Yong was stunned for a moment.

"what?"

"Anyway, I called Aunt Li and she agreed."

Wei Shuyun spoke with conviction.

"My dad prepared a dormitory room for you at the winery, with a table. You'll stay there tonight."

The dozen or so graduate students in the car were all stunned.

Qian Zhiyuan poked his head out, his eyes shining.

"This...this is the legendary beautiful woman intercepting a man in her car?"

Fang Qiming smiled and waved his hand.

"Alright, Zhang Yong, you can go with Wei. Meet at the distillery gate at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Before Zhang Yong could react, Wei Shuyun pulled him into the jeep.

The minibus started up and drove off, swaying and bumping.

Several graduate students in the car peered out the window, their eyes filled with envy.

"Zhang Yong is a lucky guy."

"You bet she is, that girl is really pretty."

7 PM.

Oriental Winery Guesthouse.

Wei Shuyun pushed open the door to a single dormitory room, which was clean and tidy.

A single bed, a desk, a chair, and a pot of daffodils on the windowsill.

"My mom specifically asked the logistics department to clean it up."

Wei Shuyun pushed Zhang Yong into the house.

"Take a shower and change your clothes first. I'll go to the kitchen to get the food."

Zhang Yong looked down at himself; he was covered in coal dust and sweat, and he really needed to wash up.

When he came out after taking a shower and changing into his distillery uniform, Wei Shuyun had already placed a clay pot on the table.

Pork ribs are stewing in a clay pot, the soup is milky white and has a wonderful aroma.

"My mom stewed it all afternoon, saying it was specially for you to nourish yourself. She heard you injured your bones last time, so she prepared it especially for you."

Wei Shuyun took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"You visited six factories today, you must be exhausted!"

Zhang Yong sat down, picked up the bowl, and took a sip of soup.

It was piping hot, very fresh, and had dried shrimp added.

"It's alright, I'm used to it."

Wei Shuyun sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

"This habit of yours isn't good. Pushing yourself like this every day won't take a toll on your body."

Zhang Yong smiled.

"There's no other way, the construction period is tight."

After the two finished their meal, Wei Shuyun cleared the dishes, and Zhang Yong took out a roll of blueprints from his bag and spread it on the table.

"I took a look at that German-made furnace at Hongqi Chemical today, and it has a pretty big problem."

Wei Shuyun looked at a spot on the drawing and nodded.

"The angle of this bend is wrong, causing thermal stress concentration, and it will definitely crack after long-term operation."

"I'd like to try a different perspective. Do you have any ideas?"

She took a pencil and drew a few more lines on the paper. As an architecture enthusiast, she had some ideas about load-bearing capacity.

"I have already submitted this boiler design to my supervisor as a drafting project. My supervisor gave me a week off to help you in Tongzhou."

Zhang Yong was stunned for a moment.

"Will this affect your studies?"

"Won't."

Wei Shuyun shook her head.

"The early stages of economics and management mainly focus on the textbook, which I've already read. As for architecture, drawing boiler blueprints is a similar assignment, and my professor has agreed that as long as I have enough credits, a week's vacation is fine."

She paused for a moment.

"Besides, it's only the beginning of the semester, so the workload isn't too heavy yet."

Looking at her, Zhang Yong felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite with me?"

Wei Shuyun smiled and lowered her head to continue drawing.

The two of them were so busy with their drawing that they stayed up until 11 p.m.

Only the light from the desk lamp remained in the dormitory.

Wei Shuyun, with her hair tied in a ponytail, leaned on the table, holding red and blue pencils, sketching out the route of the pipes stroke by stroke.

Zhang Yong sat beside him, flipping through his notebook and reporting data.

"The main steam pipe has an inner diameter of 120 millimeters, a wall thickness of 9.1 millimeters, and an elbow angle of 45 degrees —"

Wei Shuyun quickly wrote it down and then marked it on the drawing.

The two worked together very well.

The shadow of the crape myrtle tree outside the window swayed in the wind, and the room was filled with the scent of red and blue pencils and freshly printed drawings.

After finishing the last stroke, Wei Shuyun put down her pencil and rubbed her sore eyes.

"Zhang Yong, you said you're saving money to buy a house in Shenzhen later? It's so poor there, is it really feasible?"

Zhang Yong thought for a moment.

"House prices will rise. In two or three years, prices in the core area will at least double, from 200 to 400."

Wei Shuyun looked puzzled.

"It's so good, why don't other people buy it?"

"Because others don't have my foresight," Zhang Yong said half-jokingly.

"Shenzhen is a special economic zone with relaxed policies, and it will definitely become the economic center of the country in the future."

Wei Shuyun rested her chin on her hand, her eyes filled with longing.

"But the climate in the south is hot, rainy, and typhoons are frequent, so construction must be very difficult, right?"

"Even so, as long as the city is tolerant, people will naturally build houses there."

Zhang Yong smiled.

"Maybe you'll be able to design a skyscraper in Shenzhen someday."

Wei Shuyun blushed.

"You're just good at comforting me."

She looked down at the blueprints, then suddenly pointed to a corner of the electrical control blueprints and lowered her voice.

"Zhang Yong, I almost forgot to mention, Zhao Fucai absolutely cannot be allowed to get involved in the electrical control part."

Zhang Yong raised his head.

"What's wrong?"

"He inquired with the finance department today about the purchase price of our winery's electrical control system."

Wei Shuyun's eyes were serious.

"Zhao Fucai is notorious for being opportunistic; he's definitely trying to find out the market price so he can take a cut from you."

Zhang Yong squinted.

"I see."