Chapter 193: Good Heavens, She’s Never Seen Anything Like It
Fu Mingxue brought the parts back to the workshop.
Over the past few days, she had been shadowing Master Yang, and she’d figured out the lathe as well.
This was her own personal project, so of course she couldn’t ask Master Yang to do it for her.
And of course, she couldn’t do it on company time either.
Tonight, she got off work at seven.
Then, she started building her power unit—
Just like that, after a solid three nights of work, she finished the power unit.
She had been working in the workshop for three nights, so of course Master Yang knew about it.
However, what shocked Master Yang even more was Fu Mingxue’s practical skill—her technique on the lathe had actually surpassed that of a level-six fitter.
If he remembered correctly, her first attempt had been a complete disaster, the work of an absolute apprentice.
He had even offered her a few pointers back then because he couldn’t stand to watch.
How many days had it been since then? And she had already reached the level of a level-six fitter.
Most importantly, she’d had very few opportunities to operate the lathe, aside from the more intensive work these past three nights.
Unable to hold back, he couldn’t help but ask, "Group Leader Fu, have you really never used machinery like this before?"
Fu Mingxue, still basking in the joy of her success, didn’t notice Master Yang’s complex expression.
She replied casually, "Never. I learned it all from you. So, what do you think? Am I any good?"
Master Yang: ...?
’Any good?’ It was more than good—it was phenomenal.
’With her terrifying practical skills, given time—no, it wouldn’t even take much time—she would completely surpass his own level.’
His eyes suddenly burned with fervor. "Group Leader Fu, I think you’d make an excellent machinist."
Fu Mingxue couldn’t help but smile. "Thank you for the vote of confidence, Master Yang. If the opportunity arose—that wouldn’t be so bad."
’A job’s a job, after all, isn’t it?’
"I’m going to go install it now."
She had pushed her bicycle outside the workshop earlier.
The installation was quite simple and only took half an hour.
She gazed at her newly-modded power bicycle.
A wave of happiness washed over Fu Mingxue.
With the press of a small switch, the headlight turned on.
She hopped on to test it out—the power unit engaged, and the bicycle instantly shot forward a good distance.
With the headlight on, her ride home was finally no longer pitch-black.
It was only nine o’clock when Fu Mingxue got home.
At this hour, Mrs. Fu was still awake.
When she opened the door and saw a large headlight shining from the front of her daughter’s bicycle, she jumped in fright.
"How does your bike have a light? Where’s the electricity coming from?" The headlight was even brighter than the lightbulb in their house.
"Mom, let’s go inside and talk."
Fu Mingxue pushed the bicycle inside.
"What’s going on? You can put a headlight on a bike?"
"Mom, not only can it have a headlight, but you won’t have to pedal tomorrow. This bike will move all by itself."
Hearing this, Mrs. Fu shot her a look of disbelief. ’A bicycle that moves on its own?’
’You might as well say you can fly to the heavens.’
"You don’t believe me, do you, Mom? Let me give you a demonstration."
The courtyard was just big enough to ride around in circles.
Still riding the high of her new creation, Fu Mingxue lifted her feet from the ground, turned the handlebars, and the bicycle truly began to move on its own.
The light from the main room was on, illuminating a portion of the courtyard.
On top of that, the bicycle’s large headlight was also shining brightly.
Of course, Mrs. Fu saw it all.
It was so fast!
In the blink of an eye, the bicycle had already circled the courtyard twice.
"—Heavens, how is it moving like a little car? This is incredible!"
’Not only did it have a headlight, but you didn’t even need to pedal it.’
’She’d never seen anything like it in her entire life.’