Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

"Maybe before I turned eighteen, I really was a Young Master Dog, spending my days chasing girls and racing cars. Otherwise, how would I know about these things?"

Yang Fei muttered to himself, turning the corner of the second floor and suddenly colliding with a fat man.

At this moment, Yang Fei's body was exceptionally strong, not something an ordinary person could compare to.

The fat man let out a sound of surprise, stumbling back several steps, almost landing on the ground.

He felt as if he had run into an iron mountain, with his chest and stomach subtly aching.

The fat man immediately erupted in anger: "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

The fat man's English was peppered with a strong Greenworth accent, but Yang Fei still understood.

He pulled out a business card and handed it to the fat man.

"My name is Jack Martin. Mr. Houston referred me here."

Yang Fei didn't know Houston.

But Yang Fei knew that this person must be someone arranged by a Special Agent from Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions, possibly with some background in Novis.

Sure enough, when the fat man heard the words "Houston," he finally gave Yang Fei a proper look.

"I'm the manager here, Blair. You've come at the right time. We need an automotive electronics expert. Welcome."

He said with a cold chuckle, "Even though you were referred by Mr. Houston, if you're here to loaf around, that's not going to happen."

"Spark Company specializes in modifying cars for a living. If you don't have genuine skills, I advise you to leave."

As he spoke, his bulging eyes stared at Yang Fei with disdain.

Yang Fei nodded slightly, "I would like to try."

Blair nodded and turned to lead Yang Fei into the office, casually tossing him a stack of materials.

"Since that's the case, let's test your basics. Clarify this set of circuit diagrams and create a new drawing based on the instructions below."

"This counts as an entrance exam. You can only stay if you pass."

Yang Fei looked at the densely packed symbols in the materials with a headache and simply refused.

"Sorry, I'm too lazy to remember these armchair symbols. Can we change the assessment method?"

Blair opened his eyes wide: "Are you kidding? You can't even remember circuit symbols, and you want to practically modify racing cars?"

Yang Fei nodded respectfully, "I think I can give it a try."

As they spoke, seven or eight engineers poured out from the workroom, curiously watching Yang Fei.

These engineers were practically the soul of the company, each possessing formidable skills within their own domain.

And their salaries and benefits were several times that of ordinary workers.

Thus, these people were quite arrogant, and two automotive electronics experts among them scoffed.

"Can't even get the basic symbols right, talking about modifying cars?"

"God help this stupid fellow not to die from sheer stupidity!"

"Shh, didn't you hear? This guy was referred by Mr. Houston. Houston is a friend of the old CEO, so let's not offend him."

...

Blair nodded angrily at Yang Fei.

"Alright, since you want a practical test, I'll indulge you."

He waved at one of the Caucasians.

"John, take this gentleman to Zone A, car number 12, and let him see the engine's insufficient fuel issue."

Upon hearing this, John was amused and looked at Yang Fei with a smile, "Kid, please follow me."

Yang Fei recognized John's strange smile and knew something was amiss.

But he didn't bother asking further, following John toward the workshop.

Behind John and Yang Fei, a group of engineers chattered with schadenfreude.

"Boss, you're ruthless, that Porsche has been idle for half a month, right?"

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"Three expert meetings have been held, yet no accurate improvement plan was offered. Having this kid deal with it is basically cutting off his future."

"That kid deserves it, with his slick appearance, a typical Pretty Boy. I'm truly worried my dream girl Scarlett might fall for him. Better have him chased off."

"Let's go, go, go, let's all watch the show. I can't wait to see this kid make a fool of himself."

...

A bunch of gloating guys hurriedly followed, all trailing behind John and Yang Fei to the workshop.

Blair shook his head helplessly. These engineers were all company veterans, each having a bias against newcomers.

This guy just arrived and is showing off, deserving the mockery from these old employees.

However, since he was referred by Mr. Houston, chasing him off would require consideration of Mr. Houston's reputation.

Blair thought to himself as he too headed towards the modification workshop with a stern face.

Inside Area A, workshop 12, John led Yang Fei into the workshop, briefly introduced him, then couldn't be bothered further, standing aside to watch him embarrass himself.

Yang Fei had the worker open the engine to inspect several critical points.

Finally, he marked a circle on the sensor part with a marker pen, saying faintly.

"Open this up and remove a quarter of the wire inside."

As soon as Yang Fei said this, all the engineers gathered around burst into laughter.

John clutched his stomach, laughing until the muscles on his face twitched.

"If you had mentioned any other place, we might have been interested to research it."

"But this sensor is the newest product from Saint Paul Automotive Company in Mysterious Country."

"Every part of this car could have issues, but this part absolutely couldn't."

Yang Fei smiled calmly.

"It's not wise to speak too certainly. What if this part is indeed faulty?"

John laughed until his face turned red, and the crowd of engineers was delighted.

This Pretty Boy certainly had bad luck. If he had picked any random spot, he might have fooled them.

But this sensor was a valuable item bought through connections by the car's owner, complementing the car perfectly.

"If you guessed correctly, I'll make you the Executive Director."

"But if proven wrong, then please leave; our company doesn't support freeloading fools."

After laughing, John calmly laid out his condition.

His expertise was also in automotive electronics. Hearing this guy was supposedly an engineer in the same field didn't sit well with him.

Yang Fei chuckled mildly, looking at Blair mockingly.

"Do you agree with John's suggestion?"

Blair nodded, "I have no objection; this is also fine, to avoid offending Mr. Houston."

Yang Fei smiled slightly, "Good, then let's proceed."

Under Yang Fei's guidance, a worker dismantled the sensor, indeed removing a quarter of the wire, then reassembled the sensor.

The worker lit up the engine, starting the combustion value test.

When the computer displayed the engine's combustion value.

Everyone looked at the combustion value of ninety-one percent, all with widened eyes.

Damn, this guy is a genius!