78: Bringing his wife and children to Harbin Institute of Technology

Liu Xiaojun chuckled beside him.

"Of course, no one in the province can match Master Li's cable winding skills."

Stop flattering me.

Master Li glared at him, but there was a smile on his lips.

Ye Bingwen closed the notebook.

"Xiaojun, go and bring over the spare prototype from the warehouse, and test it once."

"Still need testing?"

"Test. Review all the data to make sure nothing is missed."

When Liu Xiaojun pushed the prototype over, An'an had already fallen asleep in Zheng Shuyun's arms again.

Zheng Shuyun placed her on the work table and cushioned her with Ye Bingwen's coat.

An'an turned over and went back to sleep.

"Sister-in-law, you should go back too, it's getting late."

Liu Xiaojun said.

"It's too late and it's not safe to be on the road."

"I'll wait for them to leave together."

Zheng Shuyun picked up Ye Bingwen's notebook and flipped through it.

She couldn't understand the data and curves, but she knew they represented Ye Bingwen's hard work.

In the latter half of the night, the workshop was so quiet that only the sound of the instruments running could be heard.

After testing the last machine, Mr. Li straightened up and stretched his shoulders.

"All fifteen units passed. The prototypes also passed. Not a single one was defective."

Ye Bingwen reviewed all the data again to confirm that there were no omissions or errors.

"That's fine."

He glanced at his watch; it was 2:40 a.m.

"Master Li, Xiao Jun, you've worked hard today. You should go back and get some rest."

"And you?"

Master Li asked.

"I'll put the report together here. I need to show it to Professor Zhao first thing tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll go with you."

Liu Xiaojun said.

"No need, you should go back too. You have work to do tomorrow."

Master Li glanced at Ye Bingwen, then stopped trying to persuade him and patted Liu Xiaojun on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let him keep busy."

The two tidied up and pushed their bicycles out of the factory gate.

Mr. Li walked to the door and then turned back.

"Xiao Ye, don't worry about the motor. The sky won't fall."

"I know."

Ye Bingwen said.

He sat down and began organizing the report.

The test data of all fifteen motors were categorized by project and listed in a table.

Each data point is labeled with its measured value, national standard value, and comparison conclusion.

At the end of the report, he added a summary.

"After comprehensive retesting, all performance indicators of the three most recent batches of motors meet or exceed the relevant national standards."

"Key indicators such as insulation resistance and vibration control have reached the advanced level of similar products. This is hereby stated."

He read it through again from beginning to end to make sure there were no mistakes or omissions.

Zheng Shuyun woke up at some point, walked over and glanced at the report he had written.

"It's written so neatly."

Zheng Shuyun sat down next to her.

"Tell me, why are they targeting us?"

Ye Bingwen remained silent for a while.

"Because we're blocking other people's way."

"We only made a few motors, whose way are we blocking?"

"It's not about the motor."

Ye Bingwen put down his pen.

"Someone wants to claim territory here. We set up our own factory, it's not under their jurisdiction, and they're threatening our interests."

Zheng Shuyun didn't understand these things very well, but she could hear the weariness in Ye Bingwen's voice.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"Find Professor Zhao."

Ye Bingwen said.

"He can help me."

An An rolled over on the worktable and almost fell off.

Zheng Shuyun caught it quickly, and An'an, still half asleep, hugged her neck and fell asleep again.

Ye Bingwen looked at the two of them and suddenly said something.

"I will not let you suffer any injustice."

Zheng Shuyun was stunned for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

Ye Bingwen continued compiling the report.

He also took out Hu Guangzhi's report and put it together with his own self-test report.

Two reports, from two sources, both point to the same conclusion—the motor is good.

With these two documents in hand, even if the Provincial Department of Industry issues an unfavorable report, he will still have a fighting chance.

As dawn approached, Ye Bingwen finally finished organizing all the materials.

He put the report into a manila envelope and sealed it.

Zheng Shuyun stood up, holding An'an in her arms.

"Let's go back and get some rest. You still need to see Professor Zhao when it's light."

Ye Bingwen took An'an, and the family of three walked out of the workshop.

It was just getting light outside, and the streetlights at the factory gate were still on.

There is only one bicycle.

Ye Bingwen held An'an in his arms and sat on the back seat, while Zheng Shuyun rode along, wobbling forward.

Ye Bingwen held An'an in one arm and held onto the car seat with the other, looking at Zheng Shuyun's hair being blown by the wind in front of him.

He suddenly felt a sense of peace.

There would be a tough battle to fight after dawn, but at this moment, sitting on the back of this dilapidated bicycle, he felt that nothing was scary.

At 7:30 a.m., Ye Bingwen rode his bicycle to the professors' building at Harbin Institute of Technology.

Ye Bingwen knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was Professor Zhao's wife.

"Are you looking for Old Zhao?"

"I am Ye Bingwen, Professor Zhao's student. Please contact him if it's urgent."

"Come in, he just finished breakfast."

Professor Zhao sat in a wicker chair in the living room reading a newspaper.

"Xiao Ye? What's up so early?"

Ye Bingwen placed the kraft paper file folder on the coffee table.

"Professor Zhao, I'm in trouble."

Professor Zhao pointed to the chair opposite him.

"Sit down and talk."

Ye Bingwen sat down and recounted the entire story of the provincial industrial department's quality inspection yesterday.

Professor Zhao listened quietly.

"How do you think they'll write their conclusion?"

"It will most likely be written as an unqualified piece of paper."

Ye Bingwen said.

"They measured 0.8 megaohms on-site today using an unconventional method, which is enough for them to write a report."

"As for the more than five megaohms measured later using standardized methods, they could have simply ignored it."

"You mean they'll only include data that's unfavorable to you in the report?"

"Yes. And they will say that the product's insulation resistance failed the random inspection, but they won't explain how it was measured or what standard was used."

"To laymen, they'll just think there's something wrong with our product."

Professor Zhao remained silent for a few seconds.

"Have you taken the self-test?"

"It was tested. We tested it all night yesterday. All fifteen finished products passed the tests."

Ye Bingwen took out the self-test report and handed it over.

"This is the data from our own testing. Each unit was tested three times and the average was taken. National standards are attached for each item, and the comparison conclusions are very clear."

Professor Zhao put on his reading glasses and read through the pages one by one.

About ten minutes later, Professor Zhao finished reading the report and placed it on the coffee table.

"The vibration control level of your batch of motors is indeed quite good."

"It's because Master Li's cooking is so good."

"Craftsmanship is one aspect, and the solution is another."

Professor Zhao took off his reading glasses.

"Your design was different from everyone else's from the very beginning. I noticed that a long time ago."

Ye Bingwen's heart tightened.

"Professor Zhao, I..."

No explanation needed.

Professor Zhao waved his hand.

"Everyone has their own way of figuring things out. I don't ask where your approach comes from, I only look at the results."