February.
Fireblade Machinery Workshop, Central Building, Workshop Master's office.
Dua was reading the financial report for the month of January with his glasses on. This was the job he hated the most.
However, as the workshop master, he had to read it carefully. If he made a mistake, the difference in the amount would be huge.
As one of the top five workshops in the Mechanical Hive, Fireblade Machinery Workshop's profits were much higher than those multinational corporations.
Of course, for a master mechanic, profits were secondary. The reputation of Fireblade Machinery Workshop was the most important.
"Strange …"
Dua looked through the financial report and dialed Master Barce's number.
The call was picked up, and Dua asked directly, "Barce, is there a problem with your department's financial report last month? How did it catch up with the protective suit department? "
Last month, the White Werewolf Tribe's order of 100,000 sets had taken up half of Fireblade Machinery Workshop's income.
Although the six departments were all processing and manufacturing 100,000 parts, there was a huge difference in the profits.
The lowest was the Heart Origin Power Boots, followed by the Sensor Helmet, Sensor Gloves, Protective Suit, and Close Range Weapons Department.
This was mainly due to the amount of work involved and the technical content.
However, the financial report showed that the Heart Origin Power Boots Department's profit had reached third place, just below the protective suit department.
"No problem. Major General Desmond and the others have increased the price, "Master Barce said.
"Oh."
Master Dua was stunned. From the financial report, did they order an extra 5,000 pairs of Heart Origin Power Boots?
But why did they order an extra pair of Heart Origin Power Boots? Was it because the White Werewolf Tribe lacked boots?
Before Master Barce could explain, the phone on his desk rang. Master Dua hung up and picked it up. When he heard the voice on the other end, he immediately smiled. "Master Hison, your Lightning Machinery Workshop is coming. These interns want to learn from each other? Sure, come over then. "
After hanging up, Master Dua frowned. He dialed a few more numbers and ordered the staff to welcome the guests.
"Workshop master, who's coming?"
"Master Hison."
"Lightning Machinery Workshop? Are they jealous of the big order we received last month? "
Dua smiled, gave a few more orders, and hung up.
Half an hour later.
Workshop, teaching hall.
The two groups of students from the Fire Blade Workshop and the Lightning Machinery Workshop had gathered together and occupied two workbenches respectively. The two groups of students would exchange glances with each other from time to time, causing sparks to fly.
"The sparring this time is different from the previous ones. It concerns the slots for the 3-star and below machinery competition that will be held in the Machinists' Conference a few months later. You guys have to be serious. "
On the Fireblade Machinery Workshop's side, Jeff looked at the group of students and said.
The one leading the team this time was the six-star Mechanic Jeff again. Actually, it was not strange as he was in charge of the interns.
After a pause, Jeff looked at Le Xue and said, "You have to work hard as well. Although this duel is taking place in the mechanical beehive, it will affect your place in the Sea-Ao Empire's competition."
"Thank you, Mr. Jeff."
Le Xue bowed and thanked him sincerely.
She was a machinist from the Sea-Ao Empire. If she were to participate in the three-star machinist competition at the Machinist Conference a few months later, she would be representing the Sea-Ao Empire.
They were enemies with the White Dwarf Kingdom.
However, Jeff still reminded her that it was his duty as a teacher, which made Le Xue very grateful.
Of course, this was also because the standard of machinists in the Sea-Ao Empire was much lower than that of the White Dwarf Kingdom, especially the three-star group.
The White Dwarf Kingdom could be said to be full of talents, especially in the three-star group.
Jeff nodded and looked at the students from the Lightning Machinery Workshop. He couldn't help but frown when he saw the silhouettes of a few young people.
He recognized the identities of these young people. They were the machinist geniuses from all over the White Dwarf Kingdom. There was a young white dwarf, Ranke, who was the future star of the Craftsman Faction.
He didn't expect these machinist geniuses to join the Lightning Machinery Workshop.
"This is going to be a little difficult …" Jeff frowned secretly. He wasn't optimistic about this duel.
On the other side.
In the large observation room, Master Dua and Master Hison sat at the head of the table. The two workshop masters were watching the duel through the holographic screen.
Around them were several machinist masters from the two workshops.
"Master Dua, if our Lightning Machinery Workshop wins this time, I want an extra slot." Master Hison smiled.
Master Dua remained calm and said, "The slots for the three-star group competition in four months have already been decided. With your Lightning Machinery Workshop's ranking, it's already not bad to have one slot. It's too much for you to want an extra slot. "
Hearing this, Master Hison's expression froze. This was the advantage of a workshop's ranking.
Compared to the Fireblade Machinery Workshop, which was in the top five in the Mechanical Hive, the Lightning Machinery Workshop, which was in the top ten, was a head shorter.
The machinist masters from the Lightning Machinery Workshop who were present had a strange expression on their faces. In all aspects, the Fireblade Machinery Workshop was indeed superior to them.
However, the three-star group competition this time was different. Only the workshop's interns were selected, which was an entirely different matter.
The strength of each batch of interns depended on luck because the large workshops wouldn't deliberately recruit them.
"Master Dua. Although the three-star group competition isn't that important, it still concerns the reputation of the White Dwarf Kingdom. If we lose, it won't look good. Naturally, we have to select the stronger ones. The batch of students you recruited this time … "
Master Hison discussed the matter on its own merits.
Before coming, Master Hison had found out that although there were a few good seedlings among the Fireblade Machinery Workshop's batch of students, at least half of them weren't from the White Dwarf Kingdom.
For example, Le Xue was a genius machinist from the Sea-Ao Empire.
"What Master Hison said makes sense …"
Master Dua nodded and said, "Let's watch these little fellows spar first."
As he spoke, the sparring match on the screen had reached the fifth round.
In the observation room, the Fireblade Machinery Workshop's machinists had ugly expressions on their faces. Regardless of the outcome of the spar, it was a seven-match format.
The outcome was already clear. In the first four matches, the female werewolf Edith's protective suit won with a performance score of 2.8.
Le Xue tied.
Third match, lost.
Fourth match, lost.
In the fifth match, the man from the Fireblade Workshop, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, seemed to have a draw at most.
The remaining two matches needed at least one win and one draw for it to be considered a draw.
However, the machinists from the Fireblade Workshop knew very well that there was no one strong enough on their side.
At this moment, the door to the observation room opened. Master Barce walked in and greeted everyone present.
Sitting at the back, Master Barce glanced at the screen and saw the spar clearly.
"They're going to lose the spar …"
Master Barce was stunned. Then, he noticed that his master, Master Dua, who was standing at the front, had a calm expression.
After working in the Fireblade Workshop for so many years and being Master Dua's junior, Master Barce naturally knew that his master was furious. He must be cursing this batch of students for being useless.
After thinking for a while, Master Barce picked up his communicator and sent a message.
Then, he stood up and walked forward. "Master, there's still one student from the Power Boots Department who isn't here yet. Leave the last two matches to him."
"Hmm?"
Master Dua was stunned. He looked at Master Barce and nodded. "Yes."
Hison looked over. He felt that Master Barce was being a little too arrogant. Leave the last two matches to an intern?
One had to know that the six matches of the spar were to create the six parts of the Heart Equipment. The seventh match was random.
This batch of interns had only been here for slightly more than a month. No matter how good their foundation was, they couldn't master the six parts.
Therefore, the outcome of the seventh match depended entirely on luck.
As long as the Lightning Mechanical Workshop won the sixth match, they would most likely win the spar.
At this moment —
The fifth match ended. It was a draw.
The door to the teaching hall opened. A young man who looked to be in his twenties walked in. He stood in front of the workbench and began the sixth match.
The sixth match. Contents: Heart Sensing Gloves.
"Uh …"
Watching the sixth match begin, Master Hison's confident expression faded, and he gradually straightened his back.
This very, very young guy, there's something wrong with him …
From the start of the sixth match, both sides didn't seem to be moving quickly. After all, in a spar like this, completion rate and performance were the key.
Although the time taken to create the Sensing Gloves was also a criterion for scoring, it wasn't the key.
After all, mechanics didn't care about speed, but the quality and performance of the product.
However, in just five minutes, the young man's progress was already half of the Lightning Mechanical Workshop's.
Normally, a single person would take around 40 minutes to create a pair of 1-star Sensing Gloves.
Based on this young man's speed, he would be able to complete it within 30 minutes.
However, this wasn't the main point. With Master Hison's eyesight, he could naturally tell that the quality of this pair of Sensing Gloves far exceeded his own. They were at least 3.0.
Five minutes into the sixth match, the result was already out of suspense …
Another 22 minutes passed.
On the Fireblade Workshop's side, the production was completed. The 1-star Sensing Gloves' performance score: 3.8.
"Let's start the seventh match … I still have many guests over there, so I won't be able to finish them all."
The young man looked at the referee. His words caused the teaching hall to fall silent.
On the opposite side, the 1-star mechanic from the Lightning Mechanical Workshop felt his hands tremble when he heard these words. The mechanical needles nearly sucked on his hands.
The other students looked at the young man. Their first reaction was that he was a fake. Then, they felt a little suffocated.
In the crowd, Edith and Le Xue looked at the young man, and the two girls looked at Jeff. The latter had said that they would soon surpass this newly promoted mechanic from the academy.
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