Siheyuan Shangpeng

Yi Zhonghai and his wife were lying on the bed, each thinking about something. Yi Zhonghai was thinking about how after he returned home from the detention center, he found that he was no longer the respected uncle in the compound. Sometimes he could even feel people talking about him behind his back. If it were in the past, he would have definitely talked to those who disrespected him as an uncle, but now he could only pretend he didn't hear it.

This was only in the courtyard. It was even more uncomfortable in the steel mill. Although he was not fired from the steel mill, he knew that the rumor had spread in the mill that he had embezzled the money that He Daqing gave to his children. Although he was still a senior worker, his apprentices had distanced themselves from him, and he was the only one left. When Jia Dongxu left, he would be really alone. Now was not the most difficult time for him. He was earning a senior worker's salary now. The most difficult time would be when the eighth-level worker assessment started next year. By then, the factory would not allow a person who had been in a detention center to take the exam above level seven.

The more Yi Zhonghai thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes were full of bloodshot, looking like a devil from hell. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was not wrong. Once Jia Dongxu died, he would control Qin Huairu and let her take over the steel rolling mill and designate him as her master. He would control Qin Huairu's level so that she would not starve to death, nor would she be able to escape from his control. He would give her small favors from time to time, and by then he could let Qin Huairu take care of him in his old age. As for the kid Banggeng, he would only be a tool for him to tie Qin Huairu up.

It might not be impossible for something to happen between him and Qin Huairu. Maybe he could even use Qin Huairu's belly to bear a child for the Yi family. The more Yi Zhonghai thought about it, the more excited he became, and his face couldn't help but become distorted.

Aunt Yi had her back to Yi Zhonghai and her mind was filled with thoughts. Ever since Yi Zhonghai came back from the detention center, she found that Yi Zhonghai had changed. Although Yi Zhonghai used to be a bit unscrupulous in order to provide for his retirement, he was not so crazy. Now Yi Zhonghai was obsessed and did not consider whether he could succeed or not. Even if it was just his wishful thinking, he would do it as long as he thought it was right without considering the consequences.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Yi Zhonghai took Jia Dongxu to the steel rolling mill. After a morning of study, Jia Dongxu basically mastered the benchwork technique. Even Jia Dongxu felt that his benchwork skills had improved a lot. Seeing that it was almost time for the workers to go to work, Jia Dongxu bid farewell to Yi Zhonghai and hurried to his workshop. Yi Zhonghai watched Jia Dongxu leave from behind and whispered, "Dongxu, don't blame the master for being cruel. Blame Shang Yun. I will take good care of your wife when you go downstairs!"

Jia Dongxu had no idea about Yi Zhonghai's thoughts, and was very happy. Yi Zhonghai had finally passed on his secret technique to him. If he practiced more in the future, he would definitely be able to get a better grade in next year's level assessment.

Back in the workshop, Jia Dongxu still helped the master craftsman Shang Peng found for him. After a while, the master craftsman pointed at the tools beside and asked Jia Dongxu to use them. He wanted to see Jia Dongxu's skills and teach him.

Jia Dongxu stood beside the machine with confidence and began to operate it. At first, the master thought Jia Dongxu was okay. He had mastered the basic techniques. Apart from his lack of proficiency and some minor flaws left by his own habits, there were no other problems. But as he watched, the master felt something was wrong. He stopped Jia Dongxu and asked, "Jia Dongxu, who taught you this locksmithing technique?"

Jia Dongxu felt puzzled, but answered honestly: "Master, my master is Yi Zhonghai from the first fitter workshop. He is a senior worker."

"Advanced? Is that how a senior master teaches you?" the old master said with disdain.

"No, Master, what do you mean?" Jia Dongxu asked angrily.

"I mean your master is trying to trick you, do you understand?"

"Impossible, you don't know the relationship between me and my master. Besides, my master is a noble man. Just ask around the entire steel mill and see who doesn't know that my master is a moral role model!" Jia Dongxu was really angry this time. If he hadn't had a bit of reason telling him that this was in a workshop, he would have already punched him.

"Boy, don't be unconvinced. If it weren't for the fact that you were brought here by Director Shang, do you think I could tell you?

Hehe... kid, put away that look and listen carefully. Your technique can make rapid progress for a junior worker, but this is something only senior workers can use. You should have learned this since you were an apprentice, right?

Have you noticed that you made rapid progress in the early stages, but now you haven't made any progress in a long time?"

"How do you know? Master, I... I still don't believe it!" Jia Dongxu said stubbornly.

"Boy, I can't say that your technique is bad, but it would be very useful for people above the intermediate level. For junior workers, it can only be said to be forcing things to happen. Do you think it's possible for you, who haven't even laid a solid foundation, to directly learn advanced techniques?" The old master was still explaining.

"Master, Jia Dongxu, what are you doing? Why aren't you working?" When Shang's father was inspecting the workshop, he saw the master arguing with Jia Dongxu.

"Director Shang, come and take a look. I suspect Jia Dongxu is using a backhand-to-forehand technique." The old master said to Shang's father. (This is pure nonsense, don't take it seriously!)

"What? Jia Dongxu is just a junior worker, how could he know that kind of technique?" Shang's father asked curiously.

"Don't disbelieve me, Jia Dongxu used this technique, and it should have been deformed. If I hadn't seen this technique before, I wouldn't be able to tell." The old master said affirmatively.

"Oh? Jia Dongxu, get on the machine and let me take a look." Shang's father also became interested and called over several senior masters who were taking a break from work.

Seeing so many people watching, Jia Dongxu felt a little guilty, so he had to stand in front of the machine and start operating it. After processing a low-level part, Shang's father stopped Jia Dongxu, looked back at the masters and asked, "Everyone, do you understand?"

"Haha...that's right, it should be the backhand turning into the regular method."

"Yes, that's the method."

Several senior masters also understood and echoed the opinion.

"Yes, I thought I was seeing things. It should be that. However, this seems to be a technique that has not been improved before. Director Shang, you are the most authoritative person on this. Didn't your father-in-law become the number one in the factory because of his improved technique?

You inherited his skills and were promoted to level seven. You should be level eight now, right?

This kid can learn so well, Director Shang, you can consider it. "The old master and Mr. Shang joked.