I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 57 Was this factory prepared for me? (13)

Thanks to his perfect punch, Chen Yu was promoted from the mana pool to the inspector.

The inspector doesn't need to exert too much force; the third level of Qi Refining is sufficient.

However, the requirements for a straight punch are very high, at least at level six or above, so it usually requires a physical cultivator to perform this task.

The straight punch is the most unadorned move in physical training techniques, yet it is also the strongest basic skill.

Many of the killing moves of body cultivators are based on the straight punch, and then supplemented with yin and yang transformations, combining the positive and the negative, and finally transforming into ultimate skills.

Using a straight punch can maximize the identification of the weak points in the four types of trappers, thereby checking whether they are up to standard.

With the blessing of perfect Zhengquan, Chen Yu became the second person in the factory to be proficient in Zhengquan, and his status immediately rose.

If you want a drink of water, someone will get it for you; if you're sweating, someone will hand you a towel; and a few young men will come over to peek after they finish their work, occasionally giving you a look or two in their eyes.

(The process of exerting force perfectly mobilized all the muscles in the body; it was so satisfying to watch.)
(The force was almost perfect, each punch was just the right amount of power, truly a perfect straight punch.)
(411 is quite impressive. He's only a high school student, yet he has mastered the straight punch so perfectly. Is he a genius?)

(Stop flirting, observe and learn more.)
Faced with these workers who wanted to learn, Chen Yu did not hold back his knowledge and continued to meticulously test the machines.

Occasionally, he would hold back his strength and lower his straight punch to level nine, so that he could better explain the reason why his straight punch was sometimes level nine and sometimes perfect.

I have to say, boxing is definitely much more fun!

If we can keep playing like this, then going to the factory doesn't seem so bad.

After a day of boxing, Chen Yu was about to return to his dormitory to rest and eat when he saw his old team leader walk over and toss him a sign.

"This is my new place to stay. I'll rest here from now on."

After speaking succinctly, he looked at Chen Yu with admiration, but quickly became serious and said, "I don't know if you plan to work in the factory long-term, but with your talent, it would be better for you to go to school."

"Don't worry, I just wanted to experience it. I'll go back in a few days."

The old team leader smiled with relief: "That's good. Don't worry about the wages, it's fine if you don't work a hundred hours, I'll help you smooth things over."

The old team leader patted Chen Yu hard on the shoulder, then walked quickly to other workshops with his hands behind his back, followed by the sound of his slap.

Following the signs, Chen Yu left his previous dormitory, went up to the second floor, opened his own double room, and saw his old friend Jin Cheng sitting inside, intently reading his Chinese textbook.

Hearing the door open, he looked up at the doorway and immediately jumped up like a golden retriever, excitedly saying, "Brother Chen, you're back! I knew you were amazing, Brother Chen, you've made it big so quickly."

"Is being a test inspector considered making it big?"

"Of course it counts! I just joined the factory and spent two months just as a mana pool. I was providing mana in there during my first summer vacation of high school. No wonder I'm a genius, I can shine anywhere."

"Don't praise me like that, it makes me a little embarrassed."

"Brother Chen, don't be modest. It just so happens that I'm not very good at this, Brother Chen, could you give me some pointers?"

After taking the textbook, Chen Yu helped analyze "why the curtains are blue," and then saw Jin Cheng suddenly understand and continue to seriously review his Chinese.

Sitting opposite Jin Cheng, Chen Yu also took out his textbooks and reviewed them while remarking that life seemed alright.

As long as it doesn't become a mana pool, then the factory isn't so scary.

Just as Chen Yu was pondering how to deal with these kinds of dreams, he heard the radio broadcast.

The two remained silent, listening intently to the broadcast. Then they heard the supervisor's voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, management has just discovered that our production targets for this quarter have not been met, and we may not be able to fulfill our orders. To avoid hefty fines, please collect some 'spirit pills' and then voluntarily work overtime. Thank you."

After listening to the broadcast, Chen Yu asked doubtfully, "Is that a joke? Voluntary overtime? And what is this 'psychic drug'?" "No joke. I'll go get the 'psychic drug,' you'll find out later."

Jin Cheng left the room immediately and naturally, and soon returned with a syringe.

He placed the trash can in front of him, skillfully bit open the syringe, plunged the needle into his arm, and let out a painful groan.

Chen Yu's eyes widened as he saw Jin Cheng's arm ferment and swell like bread, and his whole body instantly grew larger.

The ensuing side effect was that his skin simply couldn't withstand such strong force, and some parts even burst, causing him to bleed all over his body.

His internal organs were also compressed, and the peristalsis in his stomach caused Jin Cheng to gag uncontrollably, spitting out specks of blood.

At that moment, Chen Yu knew that vomiting blood was not a metaphor.

They're serious!
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jin Cheng gasped for breath until his body adjusted to the change before standing up.

"Alright, the effects of the medicine should last for about fifteen hours. I'm going to work overtime now."

"Wait a minute! Do you do this every day?"

"Not every day, maybe almost thirty days a month."

"That's every day! And you guys have to work overtime to spray pesticides? What's the point!"

Jin Cheng looked at Chen Yu with a puzzled expression: "Of course it's for Tianyuan. The more we do, the more goods Tianyuan can export, and the more we can buy back. So the task of making Tianyuan great again rests on our shoulders, so of course we have to work harder. Okay, you're the quality inspector, so the things we make still need your inspection. But you can rest for a while now, and go later when the announcement comes on."

"You've got it wrong! The Tianyuan Cultivator Committee will not allow you to harm yourselves!"

"Yes, that's why we're doing it secretly. Brother Chen, you have to keep it a secret too, otherwise they won't allow us to do this."

Chen Yu stared in disbelief as Jin Cheng left, his mouth agape.

no……

Dude, what are you guys after?!

What are you trying to achieve by risking a decade or more of your own life to complete orders created by management mistakes?

And it was all voluntary!
As someone who worked in the game industry in his previous life, Chen Yu doesn't object to working overtime, but at least it should be meaningful and effective!

You're paying the price for management's mistakes, and if management does the same thing again, what's the point of you working overtime?

Aren't you just spoiling them?
What's the point?!
At this moment, Chen Yu felt a severe shock and was completely overwhelmed.

The people of Tianyuan are so honest.

Moreover, after checking the revenue of Tianyuan Agricultural Machinery Factory on his phone, Chen Yu discovered that the factory was actually still operating at a loss.

With such good workers, how can the company still be run at a loss? Just how incompetent is the management here?
Bah! Capitalists who can't be helped!
After mentally cursing the factory managers, Chen Yu suddenly thought of something.

and many more……

Loss?

Is this factory perhaps set up for me?

(End of this chapter)