CHAPTER 270: CHAPTER 270: OH MY GOD, YOU’VE DAZZLED ME TO THE POINT MY SCALP IS TINGLING

A middle-aged man, wearing glasses and looking scholarly and refined, is working with his head down on the assembly line.

He Chen!

Once a prodigy, admired by millions of young ladies for his demeanor and worshipped by countless people for his talents, the first in Huaxia to establish a private rocket company. Now, he looks haggard, thin, hunched over, and clumsily busy, appearing very pitiful.

"Not like this. You’re doing it too slowly. I’ve taught you many times; how come you can’t remember it?"

Next to him, a young man with dyed yellow hair impatiently shouted at He Chen.

He Chen lifted his head, glanced at the young man who could be his son, and showed a hint of timidity in his eyes.

"Sorry, I’ll keep learning," He Chen nodded and bowed.

This yellow-haired guy probably didn’t even graduate middle school, yet He Chen, once a rocket genius, was now being scolded with a finger to his forehead by him, not daring to retort and obediently taking it.

This is what they call the fall of a great man.

"Use your brain a bit. I don’t have that much time to teach you. You’re wasting my time! Watching you being clumsy, if you can’t do it, you’d better leave soon." The yellow-haired guy impatiently said.

A flash of humiliation passed through He Chen’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he smiled apologetically, "Yes, I’ll figure it out myself."

Then He Chen bowed his head and practiced, but he was clumsy and made little progress, causing the yellow-haired guy to constantly roll his eyes.

On the other side.

Lin Fan’s gaze fell on He Chen.

The target has appeared. He came to the factory today specifically for He Chen.

The young man noticed Lin Fan looking at He Chen and smiled, "This uncle is slow, isn’t he? He, like you, just joined today, but I don’t see him passing the assessment."

Lin Fan kept silent.

The young man reminded, "Stop looking at him, try it yourself."

Lin Fan nodded, focused on the assembly line in front of him, and reached out his hands...

Top-level craftsmanship skills activated!

Lin Fan’s hands flew, as fast as a phantom...

A minute went by...

Lin Fan completed 60 bonded parts...

Lin Fan looked at the number and said to the young man beside him, who was already stunned, "What did you say was the highest record again?"

The young man was dumbstruck.

What just happened? Did that really happen?

It took him a moment to come to his senses, his voice slightly trembling, "20 pieces..."

If he hadn’t seen Lin Fan operate with his own eyes, the young man would have definitely suspected the counter was broken.

Oh my god!

Lin Fan made 60 pieces in one minute!

That’s three times the top record held by Group Leader Ma!

This operation is simply astonishing!

Lin Fan smiled, "Looks like I can pass the assessment."

The young man exclaimed, "Buddy, how do you do it so fast? Oh my god, you’ve made my scalp tingle."

Despite being a young man, he was quite cute and had a gentle temperament, completely different from the yellow-haired guy.

Lin Fan was willing to chat with him, "It’s okay. I haven’t tried my best yet."

What?

The young man was awestruck, are you kidding? You haven’t even tried your best? If you did, how terrifying would that be?

Normally, people could make about a dozen pieces a minute; if Lin Fan tried his best, he might make ten times the usual amount!

Here, they pay by piece rate, so the more work, the more pay, meaning Lin Fan’s salary would be ten times that of an average person; others might earn 5000, but he’d earn 50 thousand.

The young man admired Lin Fan sincerely.

The news of the speedy hands in the workshop quickly caught the attention of the workers.

Gradually, people came over to watch Lin Fan operate.

Soon, a group of people neatly admired him on the ground.

They were all awed by Lin Fan’s godlike speed. How could someone be so fast?

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling, I said I couldn’t help it!"

"This is incredible; I used to think Group Leader Ma was amazing; now it seems he’s nothing."

"I feel like a cripple in front of him."

"Me too. I truly am clumsy."

Everyone’s hearts were full of amazement.

Not far away, He Chen lifted his head, looking towards Lin Fan’s direction, though he didn’t come over, he was aware of this matter; a newcomer with incredible speed had shocked the entire workshop.

He Chen couldn’t help but look admirably at Lin Fan, wishing he could be as fast, even half as fast as Lin Fan would be great.

This young man will definitely pass the assessment, He Chen thought, feeling somewhat down when thinking about himself...

Seeing the crowd gather to watch, Lin Fan noticed He Chen didn’t come over, but he had clearly caught He Chen’s attention.

His goal reached, Lin Fan didn’t want so many people gathering around him, so he stopped and made an excuse to go to the bathroom.

The crowd finally dispersed, each still in disbelief and shocked by Lin Fan’s speed.

Lin Fan returned from the bathroom, glancing at He Chen.

Only to find that He Chen was being scolded by the yellow-haired guy again.

"How many times have I told you, you’re doing it wrong; why can’t you get it? You’re so slow!"

The yellow-haired guy scolded He Chen unceremoniously.

He Chen replied, "Sorry, I’ll practice more."

The yellow-haired guy sneered, "Stop practicing; I think you’d better leave soon. Wasting time, damn it, looking at your age, why are you so slow!"

Because he disliked studying, performed poorly in exams, and didn’t graduate from middle school, the yellow-haired guy went out to work. Lacking knowledge or education, his only option was factory work on the assembly line.

He used to be scolded by teachers for being slow, but now he’s found his chance to scold others for being slow, and he’s relishing it.

He Chen always acted subservient and silently endured the various rudeness from the yellow-haired guy, but at this moment, a flash of anger appeared in He Chen’s turbid eyes.

"You can scold me, but don’t scold my mom," He Chen said.

The yellow-haired guy was momentarily stunned, then coldly said, "What did you say?"

He Chen said, "I said, don’t scold my mom."

The yellow-haired guy laughed, "I’ll scold her, so what can you do about it? Damn it, you’re a fool, what can you do to me?"

He Chen angrily shouted, "Shut up!"

Due to his emotional outburst, his face reddened.

The yellow-haired guy chuckled, "Oh, you’re getting angry? I thought you were a deadbeat, but you dare to get angry with me? You’re done!"

The yellow-haired guy shoved He Chen.

Being strong, He Chen was pushed back several steps due to his weak physique, ultimately nearly falling to the ground while his glasses dropped.

With a snap.

A lens cracked.

The yellow-haired guy laughed aloud, "With your build, you dare to cross me?"

Seeing this, the people around started laughing along.

Indeed, to everyone, this middle-aged uncle was too easy to bully; no one would sympathize with a weakling; instead, they’d find him ridiculous, especially since He Chen came across as a middle-aged fallen man—a failure in life.

His glasses fell, and He Chen’s vision became blurry. He reached out for his glasses, but in his haze, saw the yellow-haired guy sneering as he kicked his glasses further away.

"Go pick up your glasses! No one helps him, let’s see how he retrieves something even he can’t see," the yellow-haired guy mocked.

Everyone exchanged glances, feeling the yellow-haired guy might be a bit excessive but not daring to assist He Chen, considering the yellow-haired guy seemed hard to deal with.

At this moment, Lin Fan leisurely walked over, crouched down, and picked up He Chen’s glasses.

"Here," Lin Fan handed the glasses to He Chen.

Everyone was stunned; Lin Fan actually dared to help He Chen retrieve his glasses!

The yellow-haired guy turned to Lin Fan, instantly displeased.