Courtyard House: The Frog Boy Brings Back a Genetic Potion at the Start

At this moment, Deputy Factory Director Liu stepped forward, glancing at Liu Haizhong with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He cleared his throat: "I'll be the notary."

If anyone goes back on their word, the entire factory will not allow it.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong exchanged a glance, and smiles appeared on their lips at the same time, as if they had already touched a thick wad of cash.

With the bet settled, Hao Jianguo walked to the control panel.

The entire workshop fell silent instantly. Everyone held their breath, afraid that the slightest sound would affect the outcome of this high-stakes gamble.

The surrounding workers held their breath, their eyes fixed on Hao Jianguo.

They knew in their hearts that this scene was truly rare, and perhaps they could learn something from Hao Jianguo's actions and improve themselves as well.

The news could not be contained in the end.

Before long, people in other workshops also heard about this.

A crowd quickly gathered outside the workshop, and even the kitchen staff dropped what they were doing to come and see what was going on.

After all, it was the first time in the factory that they had ever made things difficult for a workshop director who was about to take office.

When there are many people, there are many different opinions.

The whispers all around gradually merged into a buzzing sound, making people dizzy.

Deputy Factory Director Liu frowned and shouted sternly, "Quiet down! If you want to watch, watch properly; if not, go back to work! Anyone who talks nonsense here and interferes with Hao Jianguo's operations will have their entire year's salary deducted!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd, which had been discussing animatedly, gasped in shock, shrinking back and daring not to utter a sound, for fear of becoming the ones who would suffer the consequences of their own commotion.

Yi Zhonghai then imitated Hao Jianguo's previous posture, crossing his arms and glancing sideways with a cold look, his expression full of contempt.

He didn't believe deep down that Hao Jianguo could actually accomplish that impossible task—even though it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, he felt it was pointless.

"Just wait and see."

Yi Zhonghai thought to himself, "This kid is going to make a fool of himself today. Not only will he lose face, but he'll also have to pay money."

I'm sure I'll win.

He couldn't wait to see Hao Jianguo make a fool of himself.

In fact, Deputy Factory Director Liu's worries were completely unnecessary.

Even if the surroundings were in complete chaos, Hao Jianguo would not be distracted in the slightest.

You know your own skills best.

Yi Zhonghai is nothing but a clown. The problems he sets up might stump others, but to think he can stump Hao Jianguo? That's just wishful thinking.

Hao Jianguo started working on his hands.

At first, his speed was not very fast; even ordinary workers could see every step he took.

But gradually, his movements became faster and faster, so fast that ordinary workers were dazzled, and even those veteran workers who considered themselves highly skilled had to concentrate fully to keep up—if they lost focus even for a moment, their eyes could no longer follow his flying hands.

All eyes turned to Yi Zhonghai and his group. The group, who had been so arrogant before, were now in an awkward position. Everyone was curious about what gave them the confidence to maintain their attitude after witnessing Hao Jianguo's amazing skill.

"Hao Jianguo really made a fortune this time. He earned more than a thousand yuan from each person, and in the blink of an eye, he made more than two thousand yuan."

"That's right, knowledge really does change destiny. We really should learn from Director Hao."

Many people couldn't help but discuss it with delight, and even Deputy Factory Director Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he wasn't from a technical background, just by watching Hao Jianguo's current actions, he was already certain that Hao Jianguo would bring a big surprise to the factory this time.

"Good lad, I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

With this skill, you're qualified for anything higher than workshop director.

It's ridiculous that some people are even trying to trip you up.

Deputy Factory Director Liu pondered to himself, and the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

He knew that all he needed to do next was to observe how Hao Jianguo would perform and how Yi Zhonghai and the others would handle the situation.

Normally, considering that Yi Zhonghai was a senior technician in the factory and an eighth-level fitter, Deputy Factory Director Liu might have said a few words in his defense.

But what Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong had just done really annoyed him.

He felt that these two had to be taught a lesson, otherwise who knew what kind of trouble they might cause in the future.

At first, Yi Zhonghai was full of confidence, certain that Hao Jianguo would definitely suffer a setback this time. He even leisurely brewed a cup of tea, preparing to enjoy it while watching the show.

However, as time went by, his interest in watching the show gradually faded away—Hao Jianguo's technique was too skillful, and the more he watched, the more Yi Zhonghai found that even he, an eighth-level fitter, had to concentrate and watch closely, otherwise he simply couldn't keep up with Hao Jianguo's movements.

"This...how is this possible?"

Yi Zhonghai could hardly believe his eyes; he was filled with disbelief.

He tried to put himself in Hao Jianguo's shoes, but even if it were him, he could never roll steel as quickly and accurately as Hao Jianguo.

Although Yi Zhonghai is not a kind person, his skills are indeed solid.

He could clearly see that although Hao Jianguo was fast, he always kept the precision within millimeters, without the slightest error from beginning to end.

Such a fast and steady operation almost made Yi Zhonghai's eyes pop out of their sockets.

He just couldn't understand how Hao Jianguo had managed to do it.

"Impossible...where did he get such superb skills?"

Yi Zhonghai gasped inwardly, barely managing to suppress his scream; otherwise, he would have almost cried out.

Judging from what we see now, in terms of technology alone, Hao Jianguo has already left him far behind.

Could it be that Hao Jianguo has really reached the level of a level nine fitter? Looking at Hao Jianguo's youthful figure, Yi Zhonghai felt a mix of emotions, unwilling to accept it yet forced to face reality.

He wasn't stupid; the situation was crystal clear: if things continued at this pace, Hao Jianguo would definitely complete the task within the stipulated time.

By then, I will have truly been utterly defeated.

Especially when he thought about how arrogant he had been in front of Hao Jianguo, Yi Zhonghai felt his face burning, as if he had become a huge joke.

"I...I..."

His lips trembled, and he could barely speak coherently.

At this moment, he also noticed that the technical workers he had called earlier were now looking at him with disappointment and dissatisfaction.

Yi Zhonghai understood that he was probably really going to fail this time.

From now on, it's likely that no one in this factory will be willing to speak up for him anymore.

Thinking of this, the cup he was holding clattered to the ground.

It slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Many people around naturally witnessed this scene.

In an instant, a murmur arose from the crowd, and countless gazes pierced Yi Zhonghai like needles.

In everyone's eyes, his current disheveled state is entirely his own fault, and he has no one to blame but himself.

"Look, Old Man Yi's hands and feet are trembling!"

Hao Jianguo's companions were the first to sneer.

"This kind of behavior is not surprising. Just think about what he did before; he has already lost all face."

"If it were me, I'd probably want to crawl into the ground right then and there."

"Using their age to act arrogantly is the most annoying thing! Do they really think that living a few more years gives them the right to look down on young people? Have they forgotten that they were once young and inexperienced themselves?"

The situation is clear: Yi Zhonghai is doomed to defeat, and Hao Jianguo's appointment as workshop director is a foregone conclusion.

His friends, of course, didn't hold back, and one sarcastic remark after another filled the air.

Not only them, but even the workers watching from all around couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"quiet!"

A deep, reprimand suddenly drowned out the clamor.

The one who spoke was Deputy Factory Director Liu.

His face was ashen, and his gaze swept across the crowd with obvious displeasure.

Although he was certain that Hao Jianguo was in the bag, he knew that he could not afford to relax at such a critical moment.

If the surrounding noise disturbs Hao Jianguo and causes a change in the victory that should have been his, then he will be harmed.

After Deputy Factory Director Liu finished speaking, the room gradually quieted down.

"No...it's impossible, I absolutely refuse to believe it!"

At this moment, besides Yi Zhonghai, there was another person whose mind was on the verge of collapse.

Uncle Er's lips trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with horror as he looked at Hao Jianguo.

At first, his thoughts were exactly the same as Yi Zhonghai's, and seeing Yi Zhonghai's calm and composed demeanor gave him even more confidence.

But as Hao Jianguo's hands moved, Liu Haizhong became more and more confused.

Even though he was a level seven fitter, he eventually couldn't understand some of Hao Jianguo's techniques.

Despite not understanding it, he clearly sensed one thing: Hao Jianguo's skills far surpassed his own, and his own abilities were nothing compared to Hao Jianguo's.

Upon seeing Yi Zhonghai's dejected appearance again, Liu Haizhong finally understood—he was in deep trouble this time, and Hao Jianguo completed that difficult task with no effort at all.

Thinking of this, Liu Hai felt a tightness in his chest.

For him, losing face was secondary; what truly agonized him was the year's salary he had wagered in the bet—nearly a thousand yuan! Because of a moment of folly, he had lost this huge sum of money, and Liu Haizhong felt as if his heart was bleeding backwards.

He suddenly grabbed Yi Zhonghai's collar, gritting his teeth as he said, "You old bastard, you...you're deliberately trying to frame me, aren't you?"

"Yi Zhonghai, you bastard! I have no grudge against you, why are you dragging me into this!"

Liu Haizhong was so angry that he was trembling all over. If others hadn't pulled him back in time, he would have almost punched Yi Zhonghai.

He was filled with remorse. If he had known he would end up like this, he would never have followed Yi Zhonghai's foolish ways.

He even wanted to slap himself a few times—it was all because of this blinded ambition that he had lost his mind and done such a stupid thing!

"I... I had no idea it would turn out like this. How can you blame me entirely?"

Yi Zhonghai was also stunned; everything before him was completely beyond his expectations.

He felt as if he were trapped in an absurd dream, where everything felt unreal.

Hao Jianguo's skills were astonishingly high, even surpassing those of Hao Jianguo, an eighth-level fitter.

Laymen can only join in the fun, while experts can understand the intricacies of the matter.

At this moment, Deputy Factory Director Liu was stunned, with only one thought lingering in his mind.

Hao Jianguo is indeed very capable.

The surrounding technicians had already gathered around, carefully studying his hand techniques—how he controlled his fingers, how he advanced the process, not missing a single detail.

After a brief exchange in hushed tones, everyone had only one thought in their minds: This person is a true master.

Hao Jianguo was already quite well-known in the factory, and after this incident, almost everyone knew him.

He had already finished the work assigned by Yi Zhonghai before the scheduled work time, more than an hour ahead of schedule.

Several technicians quickly stepped forward to inspect it.

They were nitpicking, scrutinizing things with exceptional rigor, as if they wanted to find fault with a magnifying glass.

But the molds Hao Jianguo made were so beautiful that no matter how you looked at them, you couldn't find any faults.

"This...this is simply amazing! Even an eighth-level fitter might not be able to make something like this in such a short time, right?"

"Has his skill reached this level?"

"If you ask me, this is practically a work of art. Look at the craftsmanship, it's so exquisite."

The technicians couldn't help but marvel, passing the mold around in their hands, almost reluctant to put it down.

Most people in the tech field are honest and straightforward; they don't care who's in charge, they only admire those who are truly capable.

Hao Jianguo's move completely stunned them.

Even laymen couldn't see through the intricacies, but seeing the technicians' excitement, they knew that Hao Jianguo must have done something remarkable.

"I told you long ago, our Director Hao is this guy!"

As someone spoke, they gave a thumbs-up.

"Some people were saying behind Hao's back that he didn't deserve this position, but let's see who dares to gossip now."

"Look at Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, they're both standing there dumbfounded."

The group chuckled softly, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Yi Zhonghai and his companions.

Several workers who were on good terms with Hao Jianguo were even more unforgiving, teasing him relentlessly, one after another, and their voices were quite loud.

Those words drifted into Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong's ears, making their faces burn, and they wished they could disappear into the ground on the spot.

The two knew in their hearts that they had really lost face this time.

Liu Haizhong even had the idea of ​​running away—as long as he escaped from this workshop, he could renege on any bet.

At worst, I'll find a secluded corner, kowtow to Hao Jianguo, and admit defeat.

But when I looked up, the workshop was packed with people, a dark mass of people, where could I possibly slip out?

He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, knowing that there was no way to escape this situation.

Hao Jianguo had already noticed the shifty look in Liu Haizhong's eyes and found it amusing.

In his eyes, these people were nothing more than clowns who could never cause any trouble.

But since we made the bet, we have to accept the loss.

Hao Jianguo's accounts are not something that can be easily fooled.