Courtyard House: From Bloodsucking Jia Zhangshi to Industrial Giant

Chapter 45 Group Leader, have you ever met Empress Dowager Cixi?

After checking the materials needed to make the radiators and making sure nothing was missing, Zhang Chengfei and Lao Tian returned to the office building.

Old Tian tactfully stopped at the entrance of the research group's office and did not follow them inside.

"Brother Tian, ​​let's proceed according to the plan we just discussed. If you need anything along the way, feel free to contact me anytime."

"No need, your brother Tian can handle this little thing. You, Qing, just wait to live in a house with heating," Old Tian said cheerfully.

The two parted ways, and the morning was spent drawing blueprints as usual.

The work of a technician is just that tedious and boring.

Near the end of the workday, Xiao Ke took the design drawings of the cutting tools he was in charge of and asked Zhang Chengfei a question.

"As you previously planned, a 90-degree right-angle blade will be used for hardened, dry ground. This angled blade has a large cutting surface, which will produce a better breaking effect in dry soil and a high soil breaking rate. I have already drawn the detailed diagram of this right-angle blade and handed it over to Team Leader Tai."

"It's just that the angle of the cutterhead used in wet, sticky terrain... During the meeting, you mentioned a 45-degree or 55-degree cutterhead. So now, which angle should I use for the design drawings?"

Zhang Chengfei hesitated for a moment, and before he could answer, Lao Tai suddenly interjected: "Use 55 degrees. The manual for the German-made agricultural machinery that the factory bought before clearly states that a 55-degree bend is gentler than a 45-degree bend, making it easier to enter the soil and less likely to accumulate wet mud on the blade."

Zhang Chengfei and Xiao Ke looked over, and Zhang Chengfei asked, "Team leader, you know German?"

Xiao Ke tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "When the team leader was a teenager, he was sent to Germany to study mechanical engineering."

Zhang Chengfei suddenly realized that Team Leader Tai was already fifty years old. When he was a teenager, wasn't it still the Qing Dynasty? Back then, being able to study abroad on government scholarships... tsk tsk tsk, no wonder people say his class background is problematic.

Remembering a popular internet meme from his past life, Zhang Chengfei suddenly wanted to ask, "Team leader, have you ever met Empress Dowager Cixi?"

After putting down his pen and paper and reading Tai Jinyan's answers to Xiao Ke's questions, Zhang Chengfei asked curiously if German mechanical technology was truly world-leading.

After receiving an affirmative answer, he expressed his desire to learn German from the other party.

Xiao Ke looked at him in utter surprise: "Why are you learning that stuff?"

"Many of the machines we are currently researching are from the Soviet Union and Germany. Learning their language makes it easier to carry out our work."

"Aren't you busy enough with work?" Xiao Ke thought Zhang Chengfei was a bit too ambitious.

"Time is like water in a sponge; if you squeeze it, there will always be some left," Zhang Chengfei said leisurely, twirling his pencil.

Because of the system, he doesn't need to spend too much energy on professional knowledge, and he has plenty of free time every day.

Zhang Chengfei felt that instead of wasting this time, he might as well learn something, which would further reinforce his persona of being obsessed with work and technology.

Given time, once he truly becomes the industry leader, these personas will become his assets.

Seeing that Zhang Chengfei insisted on learning German, Xiao Ke wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she swallowed it back.

Zhang Chengfei didn't say anything, just waited for Lao Tai's reply.

A few minutes later, Lao Tai slowly pushed up his glasses: "You can learn, but it can't take up your work time."

That meant he agreed. Zhang Chengfei nodded vigorously: "Okay! I'll come to your house after get off work."

Old Tai neither said yes nor no, he just wrote a note and handed it over.

After get off work that day, Zhang Chengfei did not go home. Instead, he went to the post office and sent ten yuan to the original owner's parents, who were Er Ya's great-uncle and great-aunt.

He hasn't met the original owner's family since he transmigrated, but in his memory, the family was all very nice and got along well.

It seems that apart from Arya, there aren't any other oddballs. In that sense, Arya could be considered a genetic mutation.

Since he had taken over someone else's body, Zhang Chengfei wouldn't mind compensating the other party's parents if he had the ability to do so.

After sending the money back to the courtyard house, I had just passed through the hanging flower gate to the front yard when I saw Er Ya standing at her own door, eagerly waiting.

Upon seeing her third uncle appear, Er Ya flew over like a cannonball: "Third Uncle, why are you only coming back now? I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Zhang Chengfei raised an eyebrow: "What are you waiting for me for?"

"Third Uncle, have you forgotten? I'm waiting for you to come back and give me a dictation test!" Er Ya, despite having huge dark circles under her eyes, was in high spirits. "I got up before dawn this morning to memorize and recite..."

I didn't rest for a single second all day, except for eating and going to the toilet.

Yan Bugui muttered under his breath, "What's wrong with you not resting? It's your failure to let everyone rest that's the real problem."

Zhang Erya pretended not to hear him and urged Zhang Chengfei to take a dictation test.

Zhang Chengfei knew that she was so eager for money, but he didn't expose her. He led Er Ya toward the stone table in the central courtyard.

Er Ya said it was a bit cold at the stone table, so why not do the dictation at home?

Zhang Chengfei shook his head. He spent money to teach Er Ya to read in order to increase her dislike value. If she stayed at home and did dictation, wouldn't the money be wasted?

The uncle and nephew sat down at the stone table again, and Zhang Chengfei dictated the words to him. Seeing this, the people in the courtyard immediately gathered around, all waiting to see Zhang Erya have her pay docked.

"Table, eggplant..."

When the dictation ended, Er Ya got a perfect score. Everyone in the courtyard was in an uproar, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Zhang Chengfei paid four cents on the spot and then patted Er Ya on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Third Uncle said long ago, Er Ya, you're not stupid, you just love to play and don't study properly. Look how fast you're learning now that you're motivated."

Everyone in the courtyard: "???" Why does this sound so familiar? Wait, can this really be used to describe Zhang Erya? Zhang Chengfei's filter for his chubby niece is really thick!!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Erya was overjoyed, her eyes practically popping out of her head, and exclaimed that her third uncle had taught her so well.

"I used to get sleepy whenever the teacher in my literacy class talked. But now that you're my teacher, Uncle, I get up at 3 a.m. and I'm not sleepy at all!"

Zhang Chengfei still smiled and said, "No matter how good the teacher is, it still depends on the students' own love of learning."

The uncle and nephew flattered each other, appearing to be having a great time, while everyone in the courtyard watched from the sidelines, feeling extremely resentful.

At least half of the money Zhang Erya earned today must have come from sacrificing everyone's sleep!

What is this? This is sacrificing everyone's interests to enrich Zhang Erya!

No, it's been nine years since the founding of the People's Republic of China. How can such an unbelievable thing happen, where bad people benefit while good people are heartbroken?

Why would an old woman like Zhang Erya have such a loving and helpful third uncle?

After successfully earning another wave of disdain from everyone in the courtyard, Zhang Chengfei watched as Er Ya counted the money for the day three times and stuffed it into her pocket.

Then he began to wonder. He had thought that under the high-pressure policy of recognizing forty characters and writing twenty characters every day, Er Ya would definitely generate a lot of negative emotional value, allowing him to reap a wave of benefits.

Unexpectedly, a day passed, and the chubby niece showed no negative emotions whatsoever; in fact, she successfully completed the high-pressure task.

This was not the outcome Zhang Chengfei wanted. He had spent money earlier to try and win over both the courtyard house and Zhang Erya's emotional capital.

We've only received one batch so far, which is a loss. We need to find a way to make up for it.