Rebirth of Bloody Romance

At this time, Zhong Yuemin on the side continued, "Look here, the connecting parts between the chains use rolling bearings."

However, before Zhong Yuemin could finish his words, the experienced master finally lost control of his temper and interrupted him rudely. "Teacher Zhong, all of us here have at least ten years of experience! Don't beat around the bush, just say what you want to say, we can all understand!"

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel a little amused by the old teacher's retort. He realized that he might have been a teacher for too long and had unknowingly developed the bad habit of liking to preach.

So Zhong Yuemin quickly responded with a smile. "Excuse me, masters. I'll be frank. When the machine was running just now, I noticed that the rolling bearing didn't rotate at all. The reason for this situation should be clearer to you masters than to me, right?"

"Is it that simple?" The old master asked doubtfully, obviously finding it unbelievable the answer given by Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin nodded confidently and answered again with certainty, "Yes, it's that simple."

The old master suddenly realized what was going on. He slapped his thigh and shouted, "Oh my God! The rolling bearing doesn't turn because it's lacking oil!"

"I understand! It turns out that the temperature of the upper layer of the oven is too high, so it evaporates in such a high temperature environment!" After a long period of deep thinking, someone finally shouted as if waking up from a dream.

When Guan Yonghui saw Zhong Yuemin nodded affirmatively, expressing his agreement with this judgment, he immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Don't be dazed, hurry up and work hard! Why are you still standing there like an idiot!" His anxious voice exploded in the workshop like thunder.

Hearing this shout, everyone woke up as if from a dream and started to move. The scene became a little chaotic for a while, but everyone's hands were moving without hesitation. Some of them held oil barrels, and some held oil pipes, and they hurriedly injected the high-temperature lubricating oil into the required parts.

At this time, the experienced master walked to the control console, took a deep breath, and then decisively pressed the start button. As the machine emitted a low roar and slowly began to operate, everyone's eyes were fixed on it, not blinking, for fear of missing any details.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed so long to the people present. Finally, when the conveyor successfully outputted a piece of brand new cloth, the crowd cheered. "It's normal! It's normal! Great!"

The masters who thought they were experienced were filled with regret. They kept slapping their heads and muttering to themselves, "Oh, how come we didn't find such a simple problem? It's so embarrassing!"

At this moment, everyone looked at Zhong Yuemin with completely different eyes. Before, there might have been some suspicion and contempt, but now there was only admiration and gratitude.

As everyone looked on with respect, Zhong Yuemin, with a smile on his face, calmly followed Guan Yonghui out of the workshop.

As soon as the two left, the workshop suddenly became noisy again, as if a boiling pot had exploded.

Walking out of the workshop filled with the smell of engine oil and the sound of metal colliding, Guan Yonghui took a deep breath of fresh air, as if he was exhaling all the foul air that had been suppressed for a long time, and his whole mood became visibly relieved.

He turned to look at Zhong Yuemin beside him, his eyes full of gratitude, and said sincerely, "Teacher Zhong, thank you so much this time! Don't worry, you won't be busy in vain. Our factory has a clear bonus system, and we will definitely give you a corresponding generous reward according to the regulations."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and waved his hand after hearing this. "Don't be so polite to me. This is not a big deal. In fact, I just relied on my theoretical knowledge to be more solid, so I was able to keenly perceive the problem. Those experienced masters are not necessarily worse than me. They are just intimidated by the resounding name of this so-called imported equipment. They are hesitant and dare not disassemble it easily. In fact, as long as the machine is disassembled, the problem will naturally be clear at a glance."

At this point, Zhong Yuemin paused for a moment, thinking that it would be better not to say some things. After all, he knew very well that these machines that looked quite advanced were actually old equipment discarded by the Japanese. Not only that, they were not even equipped with the most basic temperature and humidity sensors, which really could not be called good stuff.

At this time, Guan Yonghui seemed to see what Zhong Yuemin was thinking, and quickly suggested, "Teacher Zhong, how about this, I treat you to a good meal? I can also take this opportunity to express my gratitude to you again."

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly and refused again without hesitation. "Forget it, you don't have to be so polite. I can't say I'm doing you much good. Besides, I do have some important things to deal with here!"

After saying this, Zhong Yuemin did not stay any longer, but turned around resolutely and walked out with big strides. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step was full of a calm demeanor.

Guan Yonghui stood there quietly, his eyes following Zhong Yuemin's figure as he walked away, until his tall figure disappeared from his sight. His heart was filled with respect and gratitude.

"Teacher Zhong, you are such a rare talent! With your talent and ability, you will be the most dazzling presence no matter which industry you are in." Guan Yonghui couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The afterglow of the sun sprinkled on the old factory gate, giving this ordinary day a golden edge. When Zhong Yuemin stepped out of the factory gate, he was still immersed in his previous contemplation and had no idea that a "surprise" was quietly waiting for him.

Just on the roadside not far from Zhong Yuemin, Wang Cuihua stood there with a meaningful smile on her lips, like the brightest flower in spring, but hiding an unknown edge.

The appearance of Wang Cuihua made Zhong Yuemin slightly stunned, and then he had an inexplicable premonition - this woman is really not an easy person to deal with.

What was even more surprising was that there were seven or eight burly men standing behind Wang Cuihua. They were dressed casually, but their eyes revealed a ruthlessness, just like the thugs commonly seen in the streets, ready to solve all problems with their fists at any time.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but smile playfully. It seems that Wang Cuihua is here for revenge!

"Oh, isn't this Wang Cuihua? Why don't you clean up the house honestly? What are you doing here? Are you waiting to apologize to me?" Zhong Yuemin teased, with a bit of contempt in his tone, but also revealing his calmness as if he was not surprised by this scene.

Wang Cuihua's smile became even wider, but behind that smile was a burning anger. "Mr. Zhong, don't be so complacent. Our story is not over yet. Today, I invited these brothers here to let you know that there are some people you cannot afford to offend." Her words were full of provocation, as if she wanted to pour out all her resentment at this moment.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin laughed out loud, put his hands in his pockets, and looked extremely relaxed. "Come on, Wang Cuihua, this trick of yours is too old-fashioned. To be honest, these are all leftovers from my past. These things can't all be from your old lovers, right? You play with them quite a lot!"

There was a hint of confidence in Zhong Yuemin's words, and an unruly light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, the gangsters took a step forward and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Zhong Yuemin didn't seem to feel any threat. Instead, he began to stretch his muscles, making slight noises, as if he was warming up. "To be honest, I haven't done anything in a long time. My body is almost rusty. You guys, just help me loosen up my muscles."

Wang Cuihua's face darkened when she saw this, and a hint of reluctance and anger flashed in her eyes. She really didn't expect that Zhong Yuemin could be so calm in the face of such a scene, as if he didn't take her and the group of strong men behind him seriously at all. Her clenched fists trembled slightly, and the anger in her heart was completely ignited.

"Go!" Wang Cuihua waved her hand, her voice sharp and decisive, as if she wanted to pour out all her dissatisfaction and resentment with this order. Upon hearing this, the hooligans roared forward, ready to teach Zhong Yuemin an unforgettable lesson.

However, at this critical moment, Zhong Yuemin suddenly changed the subject, his voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying some kind of irresistible force. "But, Wang Cuihua, you have to understand that fighting can't solve the problem. I have always believed in winning people over with virtue, and I don't like to solve problems with violence."

Before Zhong Yuemin could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by the gangsters on the opposite side. "Fuck you, why are you talking so much nonsense? Come on, brothers, teach him a lesson!" One of the gangsters shouted ferociously, waving an iron rod in his hand.

"I've seen people who pretend to be cool, but I've never seen anyone as cool as him." Another gangster echoed, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

"We'll beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy in a little while." Another gangster sneered, as if he had already seen the scene of Zhong Yuemin being beaten to a pulp by them.

However, Zhong Yuemin seemed not to hear their shouting at all. His eyes remained calm and deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

Zhong Yuemin slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. In the smoke, his figure seemed even more mysterious.

Zhong Yuemin's eyes were sharp, and he took a lightning-fast step and instantly came to the left side of the gangster who was rushing in the front.

Zhong Yuemin's right hand tightly grasped the steel pipe held by the opponent's left hand like a pair of pliers. At the same time, his left hand firmly grasped the gangster's arm, and then twisted it violently! With a crisp "click", the gangster's shoulder joint was dislocated. The piercing pain made him scream "ah", but the sound was obviously half a beat late.

However, Zhong Yuemin's movements were as fast as the wind. Just as another gangster was swinging a steel pipe at him, he flashed by like a ghost.

Then, Zhong Yuemin took advantage of the situation and pulled the injured gangster in his hand back to the position where he was originally standing.

In a flash, the steel pipes of the other two gangsters came down fiercely with a whistling sound, hitting the head of the gangster who was used as a shield by Zhong Yuemin. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, as if a sad and beautiful blood flower bloomed in the air.

Zhong Yuemin did not stop, his eyes were sharp and his body was as fast as the wind. When the two hooligans rushed towards him, he suddenly raised his legs and kicked them hard in the chest. The powerful force made the two people fly backwards like a kite with a broken string, and they fell heavily to the ground and could not get up for a long time.

Then, Zhong Yuemin spun again, his figure drawing a graceful arc in the air. He swept one leg across, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and knocked down the two hooligans who were approaching from the left and right. Their bodies rolled several times in the air before falling to the ground in a mess, groaning in pain.

The whole process took only a few seconds, but Zhong Yuemin had already knocked down five hooligans. His movements were clean and neat, without any drag, as if he was performing a carefully choreographed performance.

Wang Cuihua and several other hooligans were stunned by this sudden change. They stared at their companions on the ground with horror and disbelief on their faces. They quickly helped the hooligans up and retreated into the alley.

"Want to run? How can it be that easy?" Zhong Yuemin's voice echoed in the alley. He followed closely in the footsteps of Wang Cuihua and the gangsters, following them at a leisurely pace. He was not in a hurry to catch up with them, but kept a certain distance, as if he was enjoying this cat-and-mouse game.

Wang Cuihua and the gangsters ran around in circles in the alleys, trying to get rid of Zhong Yuemin through the complex terrain.

However, their physical strength soon began to be overdrawn, and they ran out of breath and even had a shortness of breath.

Every time they turned a corner, they couldn't help but look back. Seeing that Zhong Yuemin had not caught up with them yet, they immediately held on to the wall, took a few deep breaths, and tried to regain some strength.

"Fuck! Wang Cuihua, you've caused us so much trouble!" A gangster leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, his eyes full of anger and helplessness.

"Didn't you say he was just a teacher? How come he's so fucking powerful?" Another gangster couldn't help but complain. Their hearts were filled with resentment and dissatisfaction towards Wang Cuihua.

"Brothers, don't blame Hua." It can be heard that he is Wang Cuihua's old lover.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin's voice echoed in the alley, with a hint of teasing and mockery. "Hey! Why don't you run anymore? Can't you run anymore?"

The sound was like that of a ghost, frightening Wang Cuihua and the gangsters to death. They immediately stopped breathing and continued to run wildly.

"Hey, take it easy, don't step on my flower pot."

The old men and women at the alley entrance were used to their arrival and were used to seeing little hooligans fighting. Even when they saw them holding iron bars, machetes and other weapons, they turned a blind eye, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Wang Cuihua and the gangsters cursed in their hearts, why didn't anyone come forward to help?

Even if you don't do anything brave enough, it's still a good idea to call the police!

How they wished that the policeman they hated the most would appear before them at this moment!