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

He walked to his desk and took out a piece of paper.

"I know the Hu Guangzhi you mentioned. He worked at the Provincial Machinery Research Institute for thirty years and was the deputy director before retiring."

"He has a solid technical foundation and is an upright person. The fact that he was able to produce that report for you shows that your work is indeed of high quality."

"But he has retired, so his reports can only serve as technical references and do not carry enough weight in administrative matters."

Professor Zhao spread the letter on the table and picked up his pen.

"On behalf of Harbin Institute of Technology, I am issuing you a formal third-party technical assessment report."

Ye Bingwen was taken aback.

"Professor Zhao, isn't this inappropriate? This has nothing to do with the school..."

"How can it be alright?"

Professor Zhao glanced at him.

"You're a student at Harbin Institute of Technology. The technology you use in your factory is your own, technology that you learned at our school." "It's reasonable for the school to issue you a technical assessment."

"But……"

"No buts."

Professor Zhao began writing.

"Although I haven't tested your motor myself, I can tell from your usual assignments and lab reports."

"I can tell your skill level. Combined with your self-test data, this report I'm issuing is based on solid evidence."

As Ye Bingwen sat in his chair, a feeling he couldn't quite describe suddenly welled up inside him.

In his previous life, when he was a professor at Peking University, he also wrote recommendation letters for students and issued technical certificates.

At that time, he felt that this was what a teacher should do, nothing special.

But now, sitting in the chair opposite Professor Zhao, he truly understood what it felt like to be "protected by a teacher".

Professor Zhao has finished writing.

"Take a look."

He handed the report to Ye Bingwen.

Ye Bingwen took it.

The report was written in a very formal manner—the heading was "Technical Assessment Report of Harbin Institute of Technology".

The main text details the motor's key performance indicators, with each item labeled with national standards and measured data.

Finally, a clear conclusion was reached: all performance indicators of the motor meet or exceed national standards.

The vibration control level is advanced among similar products, and it is ready for mass production.

The document was signed by Professor Zhao, along with his technical title and signature.

At the end of the report, Professor Zhao added a sentence: "After on-site verification by our school, the above data is true and valid."

Ye Bingwen placed the report on the coffee table.

"Professor Zhao, this report is far too significant."

"The importance lies not in my signature, but in your data."

Professor Zhao screwed the pen cap back on.

"Xiao Ye, do you know why they're targeting you?"

"I know. Someone wanted to mark over territory, and I blocked their way."

"It's not just blocking the way."

Professor Zhao shook his head.

"The factory you set up is new in terms of technology and business model."

"In the school-run factory, you were the first person to lead the technology and personally handle the marketing while still a student."

"In some people's eyes, this is not about making money, but about breaking the rules."

"But rules are made by people."

"Yes, so someone wants to expose you for what you really are."

Professor Zhao looked at him.

"The dismissal of Factory Director Han was the removal of your first line of defense. Now, the factory coming to you is the second line of defense."

"Next, they might go directly to the school and put pressure on you."

"I know."

"You not only need to know, but you also need to be prepared."

Professor Zhao pulled a folder from the bookshelf.

"Technically, you are the strongest freshman I have ever seen, but administratively, you are still a child."

Ye Bingwen remained silent.

Professor Zhao stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Ye Bingwen.

"To put it bluntly, your situation is like someone trying to trap you and then attack you. They'll lock your door first, then beat you up."

"The door is closed, so no matter how right you are, you can't argue with them."

He turned around.

"So I'm writing this report for you not to fight your lawsuit, but to hold the door open for you."

"As long as the door isn't closed, you still have a chance to speak."

Ye Bingwen stood up.

"Professor Zhao, I've got it."

Professor Zhao walked back, picked up the report from the coffee table, and read it again.

"Report that you have taken it."

Ye Bingwen took it.

"Professor Zhao, why did you help me?"

Professor Zhao glanced at him.

"Because your technology is real, your motor is real. You've made something good, it wouldn't be right for me not to help you."

He paused for a moment.

"Besides, you're technically right, and I trust you."

Ye Bingwen stood there, his throat tightening slightly.

"Alright, stop standing there. Go back and get ready."

Professor Zhao sat back down in the wicker chair.

"By the way, keep a copy of your report with me. In case you lose it, you can get a replacement."

"Okay. I'll bring it to you this afternoon."

Ye Bingwen put the report into a file folder and turned to leave.

As I reached the door, Professor Zhao's voice came from behind me.

"Xiao Ye, don't let anyone close your door."

Ye Bingwen turned around, nodded, and went out the door.

The corridor was dimly lit, but the file folder in his hand was heavy.

When Ye Bingwen returned to the motor factory, Master Li was squatting at the workshop entrance sharpening his knives.

"You're back?"

Master Li didn't even look up.

"What did Professor Zhao say?"

"A report has been issued."

Ye Bingwen took the kraft paper file folder out of his bag.

"It was issued in the name of the department and stamped with the official seal."

Master Li flipped the knife in his hand over.

"Is an official seal useful?"

"It's better than nothing."

Ye Bingwen took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Master Li.

The two of them smoked for a while at the workshop entrance.

Liu Xiaojun poked his head out of the workshop.

"Uncle Ye, that guy surnamed Gu from the province is here again."

Ye Bingwen stood up.

"Has the person arrived?"

"Just arrived, at the factory gate."

Ye Bingwen walked towards the factory gate. Gu Ming stood next to the jeep, holding a kraft paper envelope in his hand.

Seeing Ye Bingwen approach, he handed over the envelope.

"The official test report from the Provincial Department of Industry. See for yourselves."

Ye Bingwen accepted the envelope.

"Engineer Gu, were the conclusions in the report based on standard testing data or non-standard data?"

Gu Ming's expression changed slightly.

"The report is an official document from the provincial department. If you have any questions, you can appeal through the proper channels."

After saying that, he turned around, got into the jeep, the engine sputtered a few times, and drove away.

Master Li followed.

"Let's take it apart and see."

Ye Bingwen tore open the seal and pulled out a piece of paper.

The heading reads "Product Quality Inspection Report of Heilongjiang Provincial Department of Industry," complete with a number and official seal.

The main text consists of only a few lines: "Based on on-site random inspection, the Y-series three-phase asynchronous motors produced by the Nangang District Motor Factory (under construction) in HEB City were found to be defective."

The measured insulation resistance is 0.8MΩ, which does not meet the requirement of greater than or equal to 2MΩ specified in the national standard GB755-75.

The product was deemed substandard.

It is recommended to suspend production for rectification.

Master Li snatched it and glanced at it.