Siheyuan: One Hundred Thousand Dead Men At The Beginning, The Beasts Are Paralyzed

Yang Ping returned to the workshop.

He came to look for Lin Dahai.

When he was passing by, he had already thought about it, and first passed on the memory of the eighth-level fitter to me, Lin Dahai, and let him become an eighth-level fitter.

Lin Dahai is polishing the seventh-level parts.

He found Yang Ping coming, and wanted to stop regardless of the parts.

"Don't worry about me, you polish the parts first, and I'll take a look.

Yang Ping said quickly.

After Lin Haihai heard this, he continued to polish the parts.

Others glanced at this side, saw Yang Ping coming, and continued to polish the parts without any action.

Standing behind Lin Dahai, Yang Ping directly used the memory sharing ability to copy the memory of his eighth-level fitter, and only shared the past after Lin Dahai finished polishing the parts.

Lin Dahai silently measured the seventh-level parts, but there was no response.

The five stars of shared memory are flying in the air.

No one saw this scene except Yang Ping and Lin Dahai.

I just saw one watching from the side while the other was measuring parts. This ordinary scene can be seen everywhere in the workshop, and everyone didn't pay much attention to it.

In a blink of an eye, the memory is shared.

"Let me see!"

Yang Ping said.

Without hesitation, Lin Dahai handed the parts to Yang Ping directly.

Yang Ping looked at it, and then began to point out the problem, asking Lin Dahai to correct it.

Lin Haihai naturally agreed.

In fact, when he received the memory of the eighth-level fitter, he had already seen the problem of the parts, and knew how to adjust and correct it.

After telling the story, Yang Ping returned the parts to Lin Dahai.

Then, he went to look at other workers and give some pointers. If there is no need to give pointers, just polish according to the original skills.

He just returned to his machine.

"I have polished to a special level!"

Lin Dahai held the parts and said excitedly.

"Really?"

Xie Quancai was the first to jump up and took the measuring stick over to measure.

Others also stopped their movements and came over to watch the excitement.

Lin Dahai didn't respond, but waited for Xie Quancai to measure it. What he said didn't count, and others proved it to be true.

"Congratulations, Master Lin, the eighth-level fitter is just around the corner!"

Xie Quancai couldn't help congratulating.

"Congratulations, Master Lin!"

"Hey, another eighth-level fitter will appear in our workshop."

"Yes, congratulations, Master Lin!"

Everyone sent out congratulations.

Everyone understands what it means to have the special level of the seventh-level fitter. As long as the technology is stabilized at the seventh-level special level, the eighth-level fitter is only one step away.

Then, Xie Quancai and the others looked at Yang Ping with enthusiasm.

"I already know what I told you just now, as long as you continue to exercise as I said, you can also become an eighth-level fitter just like Lin Haihai."

Yang Ping understood their thoughts and responded.

"good!"

Zhao Qiancheng and others agreed one after another.

After that, they went back to their own machines one by one to polish the parts.

Only seven people were left standing there.

The leader is Xie Quancai, and the remaining six are senior fitters led by him.

Xie Quancai wanted to cry now, but couldn't find a place.

The six senior workers under him did not appear to be promoted, but the people taught by Yang Ping seemed to be enlightened.

The six people behind were also full of frustration.

I thought it would be right to follow Xie Quancai, after all, he is Yang Ping's master, who knows that it has been more than half a month, and there is no news of promotion.

"You go to polish the parts first, and I'll ask Yang Ping what he can do."

Xie Quancai said.

The six people had no choice but to agree to come down, and walked back to the machine.

"Yang Ping, you have to help the master figure out a way. The six of me don't know how to teach well. There is no news of promotion for more than half a month."

Xie Quancai walked to Yang Ping's side, begged with a mournful face.

Yang Ping smiled wryly.

He knew that Xie Quan would be desperate, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, it was only half an hour.

Master, it is not good for you to find someone to compare with. If you compare with someone who cheats like me, aren’t you asking for trouble?

Yang Ping felt somewhat helpless.

"Master, I'll take a look for you later."

He paused and reminded.

"Master, they have already grown very fast, each of them has raised a small level, and after one or two more months of training, they will reach the special level, and they are almost ready to advance.

"But your people..."

Xie Quancai spoke halfway, Yang Ping immediately interrupted and said.

"Master, you shouldn't look at me, you should look at the whole workshop, those people don't improve as fast as those you teach."

Xie Quancai's eyes couldn't help but brighten up when he said that.

It seems to be the same thing. When he was a sixth-level fitter before, he didn't improve so fast, and there were even cases where his level did not improve for five or six years.

His frustration was swept away, he smiled and said.

"Then there is nothing wrong with my teaching?"

"That's right, your apprentice's talent is unprecedented, you can't compare with your apprentice."

Yang Ping pointed it out directly.

"You bastard, no matter how powerful you are, you are still my apprentice!"

Xie Quancai scolded with a smile.

He also agreed with this in his heart.

To have the strength of an eighth-level fitter in three years, no, to be more precise, to become an eighth-level fitter in just over two months. Such a perverted talent is simply not comparable to ordinary people.

There is no problem with his teaching ability, and after thinking about it, he returned happily.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ping smiled slightly.

After that, he went on to polish exotic parts.

After this period of hard work, he already has an intermediate level of eighth-level fitter, and the success rate of foreign parts has also increased to 85%.

I believe that it won't be long before they can be promoted to the upper level, with a success rate of more than 90%.

In a blink of an eye, it was lunch time.

Yang Ping went to the cafeteria to eat with everyone.

It is still in the window of MCA.

After Ma Hua became the head chef, he still came out to cook, in order to cook more meals for Yang Ping.

When Yang Ping was queuing, there were still people who wanted to get in the line, but he refused them all.

Once or twice he's fine with it, but every day like this, he's in debt to someone "He doesn't want to do that.

He still had lunch with Gao Yue, and no one came to bother him.

Wait until the meal is over.

Yang Ping bid farewell to Gao Yue, left the cafeteria alone, and went to the first workshop.

"Master Yang!"

Suddenly, someone shouted not far behind.

He couldn't help turning around, seeing that it was Guo Dashuai, he couldn't help but stop and asked.

"Master Guo, what's the matter?"

Ever since Director Yang made the broadcast, no one dared to come to him for fear of being punished, and this is the first one by Mr. Guo.

"Master Yang was joking, just call me Big Handy Guo."

Guo Dapizi walked up quickly.

He looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention, took out a small paper bag from his body, and secretly handed it to Yang Ping.

"Master Yang, this is a trivial matter, please accept it."

Yang Ping immediately knew that it was gold, but the weight was unclear. He felt it and estimated that it was about ten grams. According to the current gold price of 6 yuan per gram, it would be at least 60 yuan.

This is equivalent to one month's salary of Guo Dashuai.

Not to mention, it's really worth it.

"Master Guo, I can't accept it, you should go back there."

Seeing no one, he stuffed it back again.

"Master Yang, there is no reason to take it back. I hope you can talk to Director Lu and arrange me in your promotion team."

Guo Dashuo stuffed it back, indicating his purpose.

Yang Ping refused again.

"Master Guo, if you take it back, it's not good if someone sees it. I'll tell Director Lu. As for whether he will arrange it or not, that's not my business.

This money is indeed a huge sum of money for ordinary people, and 60 yuan can be spent for a long time.

But to him, 60 yuan is nothing, and it is meaningless to take it, so it is better not to take it.

Furthermore, he is going to go to the R&D department, and it is not certain whether he will come back to the workshop in the future.

When the benefits are taken away and the people leave, Guo Dashao is not a good person. The whole workshop who is appointed to publicize this matter knows, so he doesn't take it seriously, and the appointment is scolded bloody

Yang Ping does not do such things that are not worth the candle.

When Guo Dabozi heard that he was seen, he retracted in fright and said gratefully.

"Come on, Master Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you. If there is anything going on in the future, I, Mr. Guo, will definitely stand in front of you."

He thinks Yang Ping is a character, upright and worthy of contact.

Yang Ping smiled lightly, didn't say much, and went to the workshop by himself.

This side of the compound.

Ma Xiaoling took the white pear and washed it by the water.

A few aunts happened to be washing things here, so they naturally greeted Ma Xiaoling.

"Xiaoling, eat white pears!"

"Look at this white pear, it's very sweet, Xiaoling, you really know how to choose!"

"No, Xiaoling is so smart, she picks out the right ones."

Everyone didn't dare to offend Ma Xiaoling, so instead of finding fault, they praised her instead.

Ma Xiaoling was happy, with a smile on her face, and said generously.

"This white pear was given to me by my good brother Yang Ping. Come, I'll give you some to taste. It's really sweet. I ate one yesterday.

With a knife, she cut the white pear into several pieces and shared them with everyone.

"Yo, it's so sweet!"

"Xiaoling, thank you!"

Everyone tasted it and thanked quickly.

Fruit is a rare item, and none of them are willing to buy it. After all, most of the money is spent on daily expenses, and there is very little extra money to buy fruit to eat.

Even if you buy it, it is a rare one.

Bai Xiaoling gave them some food, so she was naturally overjoyed.

Jia Zhang at the gate of Jia's house.

Seeing this scene, she hurried over and wanted to share a piece of white pear.

There was one piece left in Ma Xiaoling's hand, and she was going to eat it herself, so naturally it was impossible to give it to her.

In fact, even if there is an extra piece, she doesn't plan to give it to Jia Zhang, this old woman is not pleasing to her by nature, it is better to give it to the old woman's white pears than feed them to the dog (de? Zhao).

"ah!"

When Jia Zhang saw that Ma Xiaoling ate the last piece of white pear, her expression couldn't help changing, and she said dissatisfied.

"I said, Ma Xiaoling, everyone else has shared white pears, why don't I have them?"

The tone was straightforward, so that others divided the white pears, and she, Jia Zhang, must have the same.

Everyone frowned when they heard this.

Giving is affection, not giving is duty.

It's not suitable for people to lick their cheeks and ask for it when they don't give it to you.

"You're so old, you're still so shameless, if you want to eat white pears, buy them yourself!"

Ma Xiaoling is not used to Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang was angry.

She came over to ask for Baili in a good voice, but Ma Xiaoling didn't give face, and said she was shameless, so she exploded.

"You bloody bitch, like Yang Ping who killed your parents, is not a good thing, you will be struck to death by lightning sooner or later!"

"Old woman, I will beat you to death!"

Ma Xiaoling was also angry.

It's okay for her to be scolded by Jia Zhang, even her favorite brother Yang Ping was scolded, she couldn't bear it anymore, and just went up and waved her fists.

"Ouch, help me, don't hit me!"

Jia Zhang let out a scream.

She was good at throwing and rolling, but she was not good at fighting at all. Where could she stop Ma Xiaoling, she was beaten so hard that she ran back home and closed the door.

Only then did Ma Xiaoling go back to the backyard satisfied.

Sitting in the room, Mrs. Jia Zhang whimpered with snot and tears.

"God damn bitch, wait for my son Dongxu to come back from get off work, and I'll let him beat you up!".