Courtyard House: I'm an engineer, and a fairy godmother transferred me to a different position.

Liu Guangqi and Zhao Mengyun had just finished their meal and were about to head back to the ministry compound. As they stepped out the door, they bumped into two people—Yan Jiecheng and Yu Li. Judging from the situation, Yan Jiecheng was probably taking Yu Li home; he was carrying a matching net bag filled with fruit candies. He was talking to Yu Li, a warm smile on his face.

But when his gaze met Liu Guangqi's, his smile froze.

"Chief Engineer Liu!"

Yan Jiecheng blurted it out almost without thinking, and his back involuntarily hunched slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he froze, then stood there awkwardly, feeling his face burning. He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He was used to calling her that at the factory, but when he unexpectedly ran into her in the yard, he was momentarily speechless—especially since it was in front of his blind date. He was really embarrassed.

This is understandable, given Liu Guangqi's significant influence within the Hongxing Factory.

Liu Guangqi, however, remained calm and even smiled. He stepped forward and patted Yan Jiecheng's arm naturally.

"Jiecheng," he said gently, "we're all back in the hospital now, it's too formal to keep calling me that. Just call me Guangqi."

A few simple words, light and airy, yet like a warm breeze, instantly dispelled Yan Jiecheng's embarrassment. Even Zhao Mengyun, standing to the side, couldn't help but purse her lips.

Liu Guangqi turned his gaze to Yu Li and asked with a smile, "This must be the comrade you met today?"

He recognized her at a glance—it was Yu Li. She was considered pretty for the time, but compared to Zhao Mengyun, she was on a completely different level.

At this moment, Yu Li finally saw Liu Guangqi in person. A simple white shirt made him look tall and neat, with a calm temperament. His eyes were peaceful when he spoke, without the slightest condescension.

She had to admit that Liu Guangqi was even more handsome and dashing than she had imagined.

Yu Li's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. She took a deep breath, tried to appear poised and confident, and put on a smile.

"Comrade Guangqi, hello! My name is Yu Li, and I'm the person Brother Jiecheng is looking at today."

"Jie Cheng is a reliable person, someone you can live with," Liu Guangqi replied politely, also praising Yan Jie Cheng. "I wish you all the best."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiecheng's face lit up, and his back straightened up unconsciously.

They are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

The fleeting, inappropriate thought that had just surfaced in Yu Li's mind vanished completely at that moment. No wonder, no wonder Matchmaker Wang hadn't even mentioned him to her family before. A man like that, let alone her, probably wouldn't be a match for many girls in the entire city.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Yan Jiecheng beside her again—he was carrying a bag of inconspicuous fruit candies, and his face was still smug after being praised by his boss.

Yu Li sighed softly in her heart.

The gap between people can sometimes be as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

Liu Guangqi naturally had no idea what Yu Li was thinking. But even if he did know, given his personality, he would probably just laugh it off and not take it to heart.

He didn't linger any longer. He smiled and exchanged a few casual pleasantries with Yan Jiecheng, who was still trying to get closer to talk to him, before preparing to take his leave.

"Jie Cheng, Comrade Yu Li," he said calmly, "you two can continue your conversation. Meng Yun and I will head back now."

After saying that, he opened the Volga's car door, naturally put his hand over Zhao Mengyun's head to protect her, and waited for her to be seated before walking around to the other side to get in the car.

The car quickly drove away from the courtyard and headed towards the ministry compound.

Inside the staff quarters of the ministry compound, the noise outside seemed to disappear into another world the moment you entered the building. There were no prying eyes or gossiping whispers like in a traditional courtyard house; only their own peaceful little world.

Liu Guangqi led Zhao Mengyun upstairs. The warm yellow motion-activated lights lit up one by one with each step, casting long, thin shadows of the two on the steps.

As soon as she entered the house, Zhao Mengyun couldn't help but smile and poke Liu Guangqi's arm with her finger.

"I've really seen it for myself today," she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Our Director Liu's charisma is so great that he can even steal the spotlight from someone else's blind date."

Liu Guangqi bent down, took off his shoes and straightened them, then turned around and went into the house to make a cup of steaming hot malted milk powder. After carefully testing the temperature, he handed it to Zhao Mengyun.

"That would be unfair to me," he said, shaking his head and laughing.

"I just casually greeted Jie Cheng, I didn't expect him to react so strongly."

He watched Zhao Mengyun holding the cup and sipping her drink slowly.

His gaze was so soft it was almost melting.

During the day, he deals with all sorts of people in the courtyard. Only by stepping through this door can he relax and become the man who belongs solely to her.

Zhao Mengyun finished the last sip,

She gently placed the porcelain cup on the edge of the table, and when she looked up, her eyes sparkled with a shimmering light.

"You're still bringing it up?"

"Yu Li, look at the way you're looking at me, you're practically glued to me. If she didn't know you were married, who knows what she'd be thinking."

A woman's intuition

His keen insight always sends chills down one's spine.

As she spoke, she took a half-step forward with her toes, her fingers seemingly casually pinching the corner of Liu Guangqi's shirt cuff.

Her voice carried a hint of soft, complaining tone:

"Director Liu, aren't you getting a little too carried away with your ability to provoke people?"

Liu Guangqi seized the opportunity to grab her mischievous hand.

He gently pulled her into his arms, his voice low with a laugh: "And this is my fault?"

"Isn't it your fault? Why do you attract attention wherever you go?"

Zhao Meng looked up and gave an unreasonable answer.

"Okay."

Liu Guangqi's smile deepened. Without saying anything more, he suddenly exerted force in his arms and swept the person up in his arms.

Zhao Mengyun whispered and hugged his neck tightly.

He then fell into a solid, warm embrace: "You think I'm too attractive? Then you'll have to see for yourself whether I can attract you or not."

The voice has not fallen,

He had already turned around with the person in his arms and strode towards the inner room.

*

The morning mist was like a semi-transparent veil, not yet dispersed by the sunlight.

Liu Guangqi, looking radiant, got into the Volga sedan and drove towards the Institute of Computing.

I had just pushed open the laboratory door when

A slightly burnt smell, a mixture of solder and bakelite, wafted over.

The air inside was tense.

really,

Several young people from the second-generation computer project team were circling around a circuit board, while Professor Lu Hai gripped the blueprints, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Deputy Team Leader Liu, you've finally arrived!"

The researcher wearing glasses hurriedly came forward.

Holding an integrated circuit board in his hand: "After soldering the newly arrived transistors and turning on the power, the third module keeps overheating. I've been investigating all morning but haven't found the cause."

Liu Guangqi took the board and examined it closely under the lamplight for a moment.

I took a multimeter from the workbench and lightly touched the connection between the crystal pin and the solder joint with the probe—

The hands on the dial jumped suddenly.

He pointed lightly at the pin spacing with his fingertip: "The tolerance is exceeded. The contact resistance is too high after soldering, and it gets hot as soon as the current surges."

Turn around and walk to the tool rack.

He picked up a fine-toothed file and a piece of calibration foil: "Grind off a layer of the fixture positioning block, use this to hold the pin and recalibrate, keeping the error within the standard."

The group quickly did as instructed.

Half an hour later, when the power was turned on again, the ripples on the oscilloscope screen finally subsided, and the annoying heat disappeared.

Professor Lu Hai patted him heavily on the shoulder, his admiration mixed with emotion:

"You have a keen eye!"

"We studied the blueprints all morning, but we still couldn't find the slight difference in the pins."

Liu Guangqi smiled but didn't reply.

He turned and headed towards the transistor assembly workshop: "Check the overall progress, don't delay the subsequent debugging."

In the workshop,

Transistor components are lined up on a dustproof mat, and researchers are assembling heat sinks.

Liu Guangqi picked up a piece of the semi-finished assembly, inspected the flatness of the solder joints, and then turned to ask the test engineer:

"Have the quiescent current and voltage stabilized?"

The engineer handed over the logbook: "It was all within your specified error range; we measured it three times."

He nodded.

A faint sound of relief could be heard from the surroundings—

It was as if his presence had calmed all uncertainties. This is the reassurance that a top expert brings.

*

There weren't many people in the Institute of Computing's cafeteria at midday.

Ever since Liu Guangqi's saying, "If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking," the project team members have all improved their eating speed.

Window position,

Liu Guangqi and Professor Lu Hai sat opposite each other, with a simple meal consisting of one meat dish and one vegetable dish on their plates.

"The logic circuit section of the second-generation machine..."

Lu Hai swallowed a mouthful of rice, his voice barely concealing his excitement.

He put down his chopsticks and looked over, his eyes gleaming:

"We can start debugging next week."

The winter sun slanted through the glass windows, casting long shadows on the greasy tables in the cafeteria. Liu Guangqi put down his chopsticks; a few pieces of green vegetables in his bowl were still steaming slightly.

"At this rate, it's no longer just talk that the prototype will be launched before the end of the year." The person on the other end of the line was barely suppressing his excitement. "We've already beaten them to two years ahead of our earliest plans."

"When you swore it on your chest, I thought you were just bragging." The other person shook his head with a smile, but his gaze fell on Liu Guangqi's calm face. "I never expected that every word you said would come true."

Liu Guangqi merely twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, without replying. In the brief silence at the table, only the faint clinking of dishes in the distance could be heard.

"Ultimately, it's the knot that was blocking the logic circuit that's been untied," he said after a while, his voice low. "Once the joint is cleared, the rest of the process will naturally be easier."

"No," the person who spoke first immediately corrected, his expression becoming serious, "the key is that you've arrived."

There was no politeness in his words. Ever since Liu Guangqi stepped into this research and development team, the flow of time seemed to have changed. The technical barriers that used to entangle people for months and keep them up at night, often only required a moment of concentration and a light touch of his finger on a certain spot on the drawing board before him.

"The crux of the problem lies here."

He always pointed out the most crucial point. He could spot many subtle errors that researchers had repeatedly calculated and debated endlessly with just a glance. What he saved was mountains of discarded manuscripts and futile nights.

Now everyone on the project team understands that Liu Guangqi, sitting there, is like a ballast pillar. Steadfast.

During a brief break after lunch, the details of the collaboration for the next few weeks were finalized. In the afternoon, Liu Guangqi pushed open the door of the research department of the First Ministry of Machine Building, and a familiar wave of heat, carrying the smell of machine oil and paper, hit him. Several technicians were hunched over in front of a long table covered with drawings, arguing rapidly, their fingers occasionally tapping on the complex lines and data.

No one turned to greet him. The atmosphere in the research department was quite different now.

"Director Liu!"

Near the window, a young researcher wearing thick-rimmed glasses straightened up and shouted across most of the room, his voice resonating with solid confidence:

"The assembly drawings for the third batch of five-axis systems have all been verified—zero errors!"

Liu Guangqi nodded, a smile appearing in his eyes. This was exactly what he had hoped to see. Passing on skills was ultimately about enabling them to walk their own paths steadily. Now, the projects led by the department were all on track, and most of the time, he no longer needed to delve into every single detail. These gradually maturing technical backbone personnel had already thoroughly grasped the intricacies of five-axis and even seven-axis machine tools. Apart from the central control system, they could handle the assembly and debugging of the rest independently.

Ironically, this department head became the most leisurely person. Unless he encountered a truly insurmountable obstacle, no one would bother him.

Liu Guangqi was happy with this arrangement. He poured all his energy into the newly approved research and development lab. Though called a research lab, it was more like a small, fully-equipped workshop. Thanks to the significant contribution of his seven-axis machine tool, he secured a considerable amount of foreign exchange from the ministry and purchased the best available equipment and instruments. He personally transformed this space into a comprehensive hub integrating design, experimentation, and small-scale pilot production.

……

More than ten days have passed quietly.