I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

Yang Zheng delayed his return to school by half a month, but he caught up on all the missed lessons in just a few days.

The difference between a poor student and a top student is that when Qiaoqiao hears her classmates discussing their research topics, she feels sleepy.

Yang Zheng would glance at the book and then delve into it with great interest; if he didn't understand something, he would stay up all night to figure it out.

Finally finding some free time, Lu Han invited Yang Zheng to his dormitory for drinks.

It was still a packet of pig's head meat, a few peanuts, and two bottles of Erwotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

"I'm poor too, I'll just eat whatever's available, but I mainly need to discuss something with you."

Lu Han is a simple person; if he has no money, he has no money, and there's no need to hide it.

"What's there to discuss? Just tell me what you need. I can't beat you technically, but I'm strong enough." Yang Zheng chuckled.

"Hey, you're wrong. I just wanted to discuss some technical matters with you."

"My skills are far inferior to those of a college student like you."

"Don't underestimate yourself; you're a college student now. Yang Zheng, didn't you get two prosthetics made for your brother-in-law?"

"Yes, I have to thank you. Without your help in finding the blueprints and visiting Professor Dong, I wouldn't have been able to make it."

Yang Zheng raised his glass to Lu Han. After taking a sip of wine, Lu Han said, "Professor Dong knows you've made a prosthetic leg, and he wants to take you on as his apprentice. He asked me to ask you if you're willing."

"I...I studied metallurgy, and I made prosthetics for my brother-in-law. I never thought about changing my major."

"It's not about sending you to his school, it's about making you his closed-door disciple. In the martial arts world, you become a disciple by drinking three cups of wine to formally become one."

"But there's nothing I can do to help. If Professor Dong needs help, I can go and assist on Sunday."

If Professor Dong only gets one day off a week, wouldn't he be at a huge disadvantage if he were to become an apprentice?

"Professor Dong means that you have to help out during summer and winter vacations. After the war, many soldiers needed prosthetics, and ordinary people also had a need for them."

Prosthetics are highly technical, and the socket needs to be carefully crafted by hand. Professor Dong's specialty is industrial modeling, and his students are unwilling to work with prosthetics, saying that the prospects are too poor.

And you, without a teacher, created a qualified prosthesis on your own. Professor Dong said you are a genius.

When Lu Han praised Yang Zheng, he was also quite pleased with himself, after all, Yang Zheng was the one he recommended to Professor Dong.

"Lu Han, Professor Dong overestimates me. The prosthetic limb was actually made by my master. He's still in the hospital with burns."

Thinking of his master, Yang Zheng felt very sad and silently drank a glass of wine.

"It's such a pity about Master Chen. How could such a stupid mistake happen at the machine factory? If it weren't for him, the steel plant would have been blown up."

Lu Han clinked glasses with Yang Zheng and took a sip as well.

"However, don't deny your skills. Master Chen definitely played a big role. You followed along and learned every day, and you also did hands-on work. With Professor Dong's guidance, you will definitely be able to make even better prostheses."

Your brother-in-law's prosthetic leg can't last a lifetime, right? It'll need replacing in three to five years at most. Don't you want to make him a lighter, higher-quality prosthetic leg?"

Yang Zheng fell silent. Yes, resin materials have a lifespan; once that lifespan is up, they will break.

Moreover, it costs three to five thousand to have a professional make a prosthesis, and a pair can cost six to seven thousand or even ten thousand.

Yang Zheng did it himself, and the material cost alone was five or six hundred yuan.

Without further hesitation, Yang Zheng nodded firmly: "Okay, as long as Professor Dong doesn't mind my clumsiness, I'm willing."

"Great! Professor Dong would be overjoyed, how could he possibly look down on you? Finding someone as talented as you is so difficult. Yang Zheng, having another skill isn't necessarily a bad thing, is it?"

"Yes, no matter how good the material is, you can't wear it for a lifetime. My brother-in-law needs me all the time, and for his sake, I'm willing to learn from Professor Dong."

"Look at you, you're even more honest than me. Can't you say you're fighting for a noble profession? For your brother-in-law, for your brother-in-law, you can just tell me, don't say that to Professor Dong too."

"I...I did it all for my brother-in-law."

"Okay, okay, have a sip, have a sip."

The two were drinking happily when the dormitory door rang. Yang Zheng was startled for no reason. Lu Han got up and opened the door, and a gentle and elegant woman entered.

Yang Zheng became even more nervous. Could this be another Kong Xiange?

"Yang Zheng, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Xia Yun. She works at the Housing Management Bureau."

Yang Zheng hurriedly stood up, wanting to shake hands, but then felt it would be impolite to take advantage of the situation, so he bowed slightly and said awkwardly, "Xia Yun, hello! My name is Yang Zheng, Lu Han's former colleague."

Xia Yun smiled generously: "I know you; Lu Han often mentions you. Did I come too suddenly and interrupt your drinking?"

Lu Han pulled Xia Yun to sit down next to him: "Don't bother us. Yang Zheng is my brother. You'll get to know him sooner or later. Since you're here, keep us company and have a chat."

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as Lu Han's gaze softened.

It turns out that he truly had no love for Kong Qiange whatsoever.

The three sat down, and Xia Yun frowned, saying, "I have something to do outside, I'll be right back."

"What's wrong? You're leaving so soon?" Lu Han's eyes followed Xia Yun.

"I'll be back soon, wait for me."

Xia Yun stood up, wearing a lotus-colored dress, exuding the fresh fragrance of spring.

Lu Han smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, she was just like a gust of wind. Let's continue drinking."

"Congratulations, you've finally met the person you like." Yang Zheng raised his glass.

"Love is a strange thing. I fell in love with her at first sight. As for looks, she can't compare to Kong Xiange, and she's not as dependent on me. She's very opinionated, but I still like her." Lu Han smiled slightly, then shook his head.

"Do you still think of Kong Qiange?" Yang Zheng asked calmly.

"Of course it would, after all, I lost my life because of you. Just like your master said, my way of handling relationships is too hurtful. If Xia Yun treated me the same way, I think I would also find it hard to accept."

"I used to be so stubborn, but now that I think about it, I feel really bad for Kong Xiange. What did she do wrong? She just loved someone she shouldn't have." Lu Han picked up his wine cup and punished himself with a drink.

"That's all in the past. Don't take all the blame on yourself. Nobody knew something like that would happen. It's a pity the killer has never been caught."

"I've thought about this matter carefully. A rape and murder can only be committed by someone you know. The three of us went to look for them that night. I know your character, and Liu Dabao is the prime suspect. But why would Liu Dabao do this? One of them works in the workshop, and the other in the factory headquarters. They barely see each other. It's not like they have any deep-seated hatred, is it?"

"I've thought about it too, but I have no clue. Liu Dabao drank alcohol during work hours, which caused a major accident at the factory, and he was sentenced to eight years in prison."

"Putting aside our suspicions, just the fact that he drank on the job deserves a life sentence. If it weren't for Master Chen, who knows what the consequences would have been."

"Lu Han, do you still have feelings for Huailin Machinery Factory?"

"Yes, my youth and my ideals were all at Huailin Machinery Factory. To be honest, my goal was to get Tang Ping's position. It's a pity that back in Shanghai, there are too many talented people. Who would care about me? Yang Zheng, after you graduate, work hard and help me achieve my dream."

"You're joking, how could I possibly be a factory manager?" Yang Zheng shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Why not? Do you know how prestigious the Metallurgy Department at National Chiao Tung University is? Your advisors and classmates are all top performers in the industry. If you don't understand something, ask your professor; if your professor doesn't understand something, you can ask his professor. You're now part of the metallurgical family, leading the nation at the forefront."

As Lu Han spoke, his eyes gleamed, as if he could see the future Factory Director Yang sitting opposite him.

"I admire your words and thank you for your encouragement."

"Encourage what? I'm just stating the facts, you fool."

The two drank their drinks in one gulp, leaving only a few peanuts on the table. Yang Zheng didn't eat them, leaving them for Lu Han.

Lu Han didn't eat any either, leaving it for Yang Zheng.