Free Web NovelChapter 570: Chapter 312: Little Volcano’s Level-8 Fitter (Part 2)
"Aow, aow, aow?"
It remembers yesterday, Tie Shiba clearly ordered the store to be updated!
Why does Tie Shiba’s order not work?
Bai Mo also felt strange.
"Shouldn’t his words work?"
Adjusting Fire Toad’s perspective, searching up and down Little Volcano, finding in the cafeteria, a group of engineers, workers, and technical experts having breakfast.
Tie Shiba just wiped his mouth, walked out of the restaurant door with his secretary.
While walking, he was looking at his phone screen, grinning widely.
"What’s making you so happy?"
Bai Mo zoomed in, seeing on his phone a report.
[Report on the Killing Effect Differences of Seven Different Models of Bullets on Immortal Martial Sequence Eight]
The phone screen listed seven bullet heads of different shapes and patterns, along with their ability to cause harm to limbs, torso, skin, muscles, and bones.
Bai Mo smacked his lips.
"This thing is pretty bloody."
A group of foxes widened their eyes, watching for a long time.
They couldn’t read the text but could understand the sketches and diagrams on the phone screen, shaking their heads.
"Ying, ying, ying!"
"Aow, aow, aow!"
Fox Mountain doesn’t need this thing.
Fox Mountain’s bullets can easily take out Sequence Eight, so this research is meaningless to Fox Mountain.
Bai Mo suddenly wondered.
"Where did the Immortal Committee do this experiment?"
On the big screen, Tie Shiba continued to swipe the phone screen, reading the report.
When the report reached the end, the signature was clearly "Song Yin!"
So this experimental report was thanks to Song Yin and the Immortal Involvement Prison?
Tie Shiba continued talking with the secretary while walking.
"Song Yin’s really a good guy!
"He helped us, so for the tools he demands, we can’t be vague.
"Work overtime to produce them well for him!
"Is Master Qian still unwilling to make two sets of molds?"
The secretary said helplessly.
"He won’t do it!
"He said he’s old, his finger joints ache, making one set is already exhausting, doubling the workload is not acceptable.
"He said before he was hired, the workload was agreed upon, and making two sets wasn’t mentioned."
Tie Shiba sighed.
"We did say that!
"But initially didn’t expect the West State Boss would like molds!"
The secretary pursed her lips.
"We offered him extra pay, he refused.
"Offered a raise, he refused again.
"Proposed an award, he wouldn’t accept it.
"Asked him what he wanted, he wouldn’t say!
"Really hard to please!"
Tie Shiba chuckled.
"Let me go talk to him!"
...
On Fox Mountain, Bai Mo and the foxes were all looking at each other.
The reason the shop didn’t update the molds was found?
They all looked up at the big screen, watching Tie Shiba, ready to see his performance.
...
Creak...
At the foot of the mountain, the workshop door opened.
Tie Shiba, wearing a dust-proof suit, mask, and hat, walked into the workshop with his secretary, seeing it spacious and bright, the air filled with the smell of metal. Master Qian, responsible for mold making, was at his workstation, using a file to polish a mold.
Master Qian was slightly chubby, his old face full of wrinkles, looking focused as he polished and blew away the metal debris on the mold surface.
"Good morning, Master Qian, heard from my secretary, our factory treatment didn’t satisfy you?"
Tie Shiba sat by the workstation, seeing Master Qian raise his head, huffing.
"Satisfied, why wouldn’t I be satisfied?
"I’m an old mechanic, retired and can still earn twenty thousand a month, why wouldn’t I be happy?
"But doubling my workload, I won’t do it!
"My old limbs and eyes are already at their limit."
Tie Shiba agreed wholeheartedly.
"Indeed!
"You should take care of your health!
"Nowadays, there aren’t many level-eight mechanics left.
"Each one is a treasure, we must take care of you."
Master Qian rolled his eyes, picked up the file again, not wanting to engage with Tie Shiba further.
Tie Shiba continued.
"Speaking of which, isn’t your third daughter-in-law’s job still unsettled?
"I heard she fell short by one point in the recruitment exam last time?
"She’s been trying for six years, really not easy!"
Master Qian’s ears perked up instantly!
"Actually, a master like you, traveling from far, coming to the mountains to help our Immortal Committee, deserves recognition.
"This...
"Uh... should we arrange a job for her?
"If it’s an external position, the salary is a bit higher, eight thousand!
"But if she wants a permanent position, it’s slightly more complicated... I’ll do my best to coordinate, the monthly salary would be around four thousand, so let her choose between a permanent or external position..."
The secretary behind Tie Shiba frowned, feeling this might not work.
She previously discussed with Master Qian about adding ten thousand to his salary, and the old man didn’t want to do the job.
This mere eight thousand, or even the mere four thousand permanent position...
"Of course, choose the permanent one!"
The old man put down the file, smiling broadly, and took Tie Shiba’s hand.
"Hahaha, thank you so much, leader!
"Oh dear, with my old arms and legs and failing eyesight, opportunities to continue contributing to society are few and far between. I thought about it, this mold needs to be made in two sets each..."
...
Fox Mountain, dormitory hall.
Bai Mo was stunned, instinctively gulping down a large mouthful of wasabi-flavored wine.
The foxes also widened their eyes and opened their mouths.
Although they didn’t understand what had happened, it felt like Tie Shiba was indeed impressive!
Master Qian in the workshop didn’t hesitate, immediately grabbing the blueprints and heading to the lathe to start working.
While starting the power, he shouted loudly.
"This matter can’t wait! Can’t wait! I’m starting work immediately!"
Tie Shiba didn’t hesitate either, promptly instructing the secretary to make arrangements.
"Send a letter to the street in Master Qian’s hometown, arrange this matter.
"Aim to have Master Qian’s daughter-in-law employed by next month."
Saying this, he waved his hand to let the secretary come closer.
"The mobile patrol team on the street has a clerical position.
"The salary and bonuses will come from our military factory’s account."
For Tie Shiba, this was just a trivial matter.
He sat by the workbench, watching Master Qian operate the lathe, waiting for him to take the mold off the lathe, cool it down, and bring it back to the workbench.
For Master Qian, this solved a major worry, and he was in a delightful mood, sitting by the workbench, filing the mold and boasting about his skills.
"This stuff is a technical skill!
"Don’t mind the sparks flying on the lathe, don’t mind the deformation during cooling, but in the end, what it looks like, what its precision is, I’ve got it in my heart!
"These eyes, these hands, this file, plus decades of experience, better than any machine!"
Tie Shiba smiled beside him, flattering him.
While talking, his eyes glanced at the mold in Master Qian’s hand.
It was the same as yesterday’s, also a mold for a torture device sent by Song Yin.
Later, when taken to the small temple, would the West State Boss like it?
Master Qian looked at the blueprints while filing, casually asking.
"Why is this thing so complicated, with so many parts, what’s it for?"
Tie Shiba casually explained.
"This is a special handcuff.
"When a prisoner wears it, their hands can’t open and close forcefully, only slowly.
"If a prisoner tries to open their hands forcefully to break the handcuffs, the gears inside will spin wildly to dissipate the force."
Master Qian nodded.
He rubbed the file twice, and asked again.
"My daughter-in-law... salary is four thousand, right?
"Can we arrange something flexibly?
"Like... I want the permanent position, but can we flexibly raise the salary to eight thousand? Is that possible?"
Tie Shiba twitched his mouth.
"This... this... for the permanent position’s salary, we don’t have a say."
Master Qian quickly nodded.
"I understand, understand!
"Leader, don’t mind, I’m just saying.
"Having a permanent position is already fortunate, I don’t dare covet too much."
He was smiling, then suddenly frowned.
Weighing the mold in his hand, clicking his tongue.
He filed twice, blew off the metal debris, and clicked his tongue again.
"Leader, seems like there’s a problem!
"This mold has a defect, the weight is off.
"But..."
He picked up the mold, looked left and right, tapped it, listened to the sound.
"I don’t know what the defect is, but there’s indeed a defect!"
Tie Shiba froze.
What does the old man mean?
Aiming to hold him back?
Is this appropriate!?
The old man looked at Tie Shiba’s expression and got nervous, quickly explaining.
"Leader, I’m not setting conditions, not holding you back, I have a reputation too!
"But this thing indeed has a defect!
"I can’t say why... but these hands, after decades, I know the weight of things instinctively! This thing’s weight is just wrong!"
Tie Shiba took the mold, looking seriously, left and right.
"What kind of defect can there be?
"Should we... cut it open?"
