Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 182 Wu Yue's Plans

In the end, Zhai Da's family didn't cook. After all, they weren't very familiar with Wu Yue's cousin, and it wouldn't be appropriate to bring him into their home. So, Zhai Da made a phone call and took Lu Wei to meet him at a restaurant downstairs.

Across from each other, Wu Yue greeted Lu Wei from afar. His rented apartment was opposite Zhai Da's, but because it faced south on both sides, there were no windows offering a view.

Everyone here is an old acquaintance of Dongyang County, so there's no need for introductions. However, Wu Yue's cousin, Wang Xiaolong, was quite surprised.

It turns out what was said online was true; they really are a couple of top scorers, and they're living together now.

Actually, among this year's top two science students, Zhai Da is far more well-known than Lu Wei in Dongyang County. One reason is that he is also a writer, and his works are so popular that almost every household in the county owns a copy.

Even if you don't want to see it, you can still buy it to join in the fun.

On the other hand, Lu Wei's situation is quite special. Her unpleasant past would make it seem like there are serious problems with the local education system. If it were widely reported by the media, a happy occasion would turn into a funeral.

Furthermore, the fact that the two live together is somewhat detrimental to education, making it harder to encourage students not to engage in early romantic relationships.

Therefore, the so-called "top scorer couple" stories are just rumors and hearsay.

Zhai Da never explains. Explaining is just covering up, and covering up only makes people more curious about Lu Wei's past, thus exposing those unpleasant things to unrelated people.

Why is she trying to gain sympathy in public when she's not participating in "The Voice of China"?
Similarly, anyone who tries to elicit sympathy online is doing so to attract attention; people who are truly suffering have no desire to post videos.
The four of them didn't go far. There was a restaurant called "Heilongjiang Local Cuisine" downstairs, which specializes in braised pork slices and cold noodles. They had eaten there twice before.

The business is good, the food is good, but the place is noisy and bustling. Since our group arrived late, the restaurant was filled with "drinkers" rather than pure "diners".

The four of them chose a corner seat. Zhai Da gave the menu to Wu Yue, who pushed it back to Zhai Da, who then passed it to Wang Xiaolong. While pouring tea, Zhai Da asked:

"You've been out having fun, haven't you? Fourteen or fifteen days? Where have you been?"

Wu Yue chuckled: "Sixteen days. I went to too many places to remember. I visited the larger cities of Qingdao, Weihai, Tianjin, Beijing North, and Qinhuangdao, and almost covered the entire Bohai Bay area."

The guy himself was quite emotional, saying that setting aside everything else, it was a "feat" for him, as he had never traveled this far in his life.

"Tell me about it? What's fun about it?"

Before Wu Yue could speak, Wang Xiaolong, who was ordering food, said, "Yuezi has solved a case."

As Zhai Da poured tea, he casually asked, "What case? A chopping board?"

Wang Xiaolong was very excited. His voice suddenly became louder as he said with great interest, "When we passed through Yishi, Yuezi saw an old lady sleeping soundly with her grandson in her arms. After driving for another four hours, we saw her again at a service area. Yuezi thought it was strange that she hadn't woken up after four hours. Then he saw the old lady feeding her water with a spoon, just one spoonful."

Zhai Da still couldn't quite grasp what it meant.
Wang Xiaolong said excitedly, "Later, Yuezi said that since we were going to travel around anyway, she let me ride with her for two hours. Guess what?! That old woman was actually a human trafficker!"

Zhai Da's tea was overflowing. He looked at Wu Yue and raised his eyebrows, as if to say: "Quick, tell me your cousin is bragging."

Wu Yue touched his nose: "The first time I saw her, I just thought the little girl was fair and tender and quite cute, but her grandmother looked fierce. The second time I saw her, the child was still sleeping after four hours, and that's when I really became suspicious."

After wiping away the spilled tea with a few tissues, Wu Yue finally couldn't suppress his smugness and reverted to Zhai Da's familiar smugness, saying proudly:
"As for confirming there was a problem, it's because I saw them feeding water at the back gate of the service area. My cousin used to drive a big truck to haul goods, and he was used to stopping at the back half of the service area. They stopped at the back half of the service area with their old van. Besides, who feeds a sleeping child water with a spoon? And they only fed him one spoonful."

"My cousin followed for two hours and was getting a little tired, so I simply called the police and gave them the other car's license plate number. After that, we lost sight of our target and continued driving. We didn't get a call from the police station until we reached Rizhao, where they told us that I had guessed correctly."

"Later, at the service area, I saw people begging to put missing person notices on their cars, so I let them put them all on for me. My cousin said that the car would stay like this and wouldn't be changed."

Wang Yilong slammed his hand on the table: "Later, the police told us to go back to collect the banner, but we said we had already gone far away. They said they would send it to us later."

Zhai Da opened his mouth and offered the highest praise among men: "You're amazing."

This is the second time he has praised him like this; the first time was when Wu Yue made "Lu Benqing" appear in the background for several seconds.

Wu Yue was very pleased. Although he had been praised all the way, Zhai Da's words were different. He pointed to himself with a thumbs up and said, "Me! City Hunter!"

If you put all the suspicious points together, it seems like anyone could spot something amiss, but the real skill lies in the observation that allowed them to discover these problems at the time.

Of course, this is also related to Wu Yue's proficiency in making emergency calls as easily as eating and drinking, and his frequent ambushes of criminals. An ordinary person might have a more cautious mindset of "don't go looking for trouble."

Just then, a middle-aged man at the table behind him suddenly leaned over, startling Wang Xiaolong: "Brother! You're something else!"

Wu Yue was a little confused and looked at Zhai Da, as if asking: What does he mean? What does it have to do with urine?
Zhai Da said he was familiar with this: "It's the highest praise in Northeast China."

The middle-aged man gave a thumbs up: "I don't know if it's true or not, but brother, I'll pay the bill! Awesome! You don't sound like a local, do you? Harbin welcomes you!"

This was the first time Wu Yue had ever had a stranger pay for her meal, and she didn't know what to do. In the end, Zhai Da made the decision: instead of dragging things out and making excuses, it would be better to just accept it.

Wu Yue is worthy of it.

If we're talking about whose fate has changed the most since their rebirth, Lu Wei is undoubtedly the first, followed by Wu Yue.
Everyone has their own talents.

But many people never discover it in their entire lives.

Zhai Da is that butterfly, but the subtle ripples of fate cannot completely change a person's life. Only those who grasp the shining points created by the ripples can truly become different.

Wu Yue's image in Zhai Da's mind has become completely detached from, or even entirely unrelated to, that of the sewing machine operator from his previous life.

In our past life we ​​were just classmates, but in this life we're best friends.

In my past life I was a complete idiot, in this life I'm a complete genius.

In a good mood, Zhai Da ordered a few bottles of beer, and one by one, generous portions of affordable dishes were served, and the conversation at the table grew increasingly lively.

The middle-aged man who offered to pay the bill did so without hesitation. He not only paid for the meal when they left, but also ordered a few more bottles of beer for them.

Wu Yue shared some of his travel experiences, noting that this trip was almost the end of his journey of thousands of miles, and it was also a period of growth for him.

Zhai Da then recounted some snippets of military training and the situation at Harbin Institute of Technology.

Gradually, the group of people at the table became immersed in the lively and noisy environment, and were slightly tipsy from the aroma of cooking.

The only one who was quiet was Lu Wei.

Little Wood ate his meal carefully, but kept glancing at Zhai Da's lips, lost in thought. Zhai Da: "What are your plans next?"

Wu Yue, with peanuts between his fingers, said, "First, we'll explore the terrain. Starting from here, we'll wander through the streets and alleys, experiencing the local customs and culture of Harbin. Then we'll see if there's an opportunity to do something, or if we haven't thought about what it is yet."

"If all else fails, we can see how Pei does it here. Utopia may not be replicable, but we're quite familiar with the process."

Zhai Da commented, "I don't have time to attend classes anymore, my freshman year is very busy, but I can invest a little and set up the 'Study Habit Correction Room' for you."

The correction room was naturally secured by the "Old Man's Television," which Zhai Da no longer needed. Lending it to Wu Yue was fine, but there was also an "Eternal Light Bulb," which was now completely useless.

Even the most outrageous educational institution wouldn't go so far as to install a "disco light".

Wu Yue raised his glass and clinked it with Zhai Da's: "Give me a few days, I'll think about it. Actually, I'd like to do something different."

Teaching alone is getting a bit boring, and this time he doesn't have many familiar friends with him, so it's a poor choice for him.

It's not as interesting as being a bounty hunter.

He gave himself three months. If no opportunity arises within three months, he might choose to go to a bigger city to take a look.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, just one kilometer away, on the Harbin Institute of Technology campus, the School of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering building...

As the college's dedicated equipment center, it is not as large as the "Industrial Innovation Center," but the equipment here is better than that of the public one.

Wan Chunrong, the wife of the Great Sage of Balance, was wearily waiting for the verification results. This strong woman was in her forties, with a serious expression but outstanding features. She must have been very beautiful when she was young.

Old Wang, who seemed to be quite familiar with her, said, "Rongrong, don't worry, I think it will work this time."

Wan Chunrong rubbed her nose wearily: "This is the sixth time. You're just like my husband, you won't let people go until you get it done. One of you dragged me out for a whole morning, and the other dragged me out for a whole afternoon."

She was even more exhausted from supervising two young graduate students. She was completely numb after a long day, but she didn't dare show it.

The soles of my feet were sticky.

Old Wang joked, "Old Wu only knows how to press a switch, how can he compare to me? Besides, his equipment isn't good either."

Just then, a sturdy figure swaggered over from the end of the corridor: "You're making fun of me again, you're the one who can only press a switch!"

The three of them had actually grown up together since childhood. To be precise, they were all second-generation children of the "800 Heroes of Harbin Institute of Technology," but only Wan Chunrong truly inherited the spirit of her father and achieved something.

Wu Qiang and Wang Bao are just skilled craftsmen, but Wan Chunrong is a true scientific researcher.

As for whether there was any resentment over the theft of a wife, only they themselves probably know.

Wu Qiang took out three heavy workpieces from his bag at once: "Alright, all done for you. Go home, take a shower, and go to bed."

Wan Chunrong asked in surprise, "You set your machine up correctly?"

"No, I had my buddy do it for you by hand."

"manual?"

While it's not impossible, Wu Qiang probably couldn't find someone like that.

The precision requirement for her workpiece is three micrometers, and it has a large number of complex curved surface structures. There are definitely people who can make these by hand, but they are basically the prized possessions of each unit. For example, there are many such capable people in Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, as well as in Institute 606 and Institute 601.

It's very difficult to cultivate this kind of person in the current system. One person is like a high-precision machine tool, specializing in tackling some special components.

It's invisible to the naked eye, so Wan Chunrong handed it directly to Wang Bao: "Old Wang, could you please get it tested later too?"

She didn't really care; she was just giving her husband face.

The secret to marital harmony, besides a harmonious sex life, is to give your incompetent husband enough face.

A few minutes later, Wang Bao's sixth finished product still failed the calibration test, so the one brought by Wu Qiang was taken for testing.

This will take a long time.

Wan Chunrong simply pulled Wu Qiang to a corner of the corridor and whispered:

"Which little brother of yours? Tell the truth."

She was afraid that Wu Qiang would lose face and owe favors, and that there was no need to rush public affairs into private matters.

"Xiao Zhai, the top student our school recruited has been spending all his time at the Industrial Innovation Center lately."

"Can a child do this?"

“He’s a proper college student, how is it small? By the way, what’s that thing of yours for? It’s like a broken fan blade, and it’s super heavy. It’s made me so tired.”

Wan Chunrong said speechlessly, "What kind of electric fan needs rhenium alloy?"

But deep down, I thought my husband was actually quite reliable, and he was actually a bit right.

It can indeed be described as a super fan with fan blades.
Just then, the weary voice of a miserable graduate student came from the end of the corridor:
"Teacher Wan, this one seems to be qualified."

I'm finally free.

All he wants now is to wash his feet. They've gone from sticky to itchy!

Wan Chunrong raised her pretty eyebrows: "Can it really be used?"

　It's very late again today. I'll try my best to get back to normal update times tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)