Until after his Coastal Automobile Factory stopped production, his old classmate who had shifted to upstream processing couldn't bear his harassment anymore, finally gave him a hint, told him to find out if the factory manager had offended someone recently, as several major factories and channel vendors have spread word that they are unwilling to cooperate with a company like Coastal that's riddled with bad reputations, leaving other businesses involved in supplying parts and raw materials to follow suit in caution.

"Joined forces to target us, huh."

Ji Jue listened calmly: "It's normal."

Yan Jian glared: "What's normal..."

But before he could finish speaking, he couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

Isn't it normal?

It's so damn normal.

Yan Jian didn't qualify as a fool, he just preferred not to use his brain outside his expertise, yet it's not like he didn't understand.

Even the slowest learner, over so many years, would have heard enough gossip and rumors to comprehend what's going on.

"..."

In silence, he smoked sullenly until the cigarette butt burned his fingers, then threw it to the ground and ground it repeatedly until the cottony wisps of frustration were stirred up amidst the dust, spreading gray and black.

Ultimately, he was just helpless, frustrated: "I only want to start the factory honestly and build a few cars."

"I know." Ji Jue nodded.

You know shit!

Yan Jian very much wanted to shout this, but if he could curse, he would have done so long ago; how could he still be someone who hasn't even fought a fight except drinking and smoking?

Once he was full of ambition, yet after falling into the pit, each day felt like an eternity.

A first-class engineer, a desirable candidate for many big companies during his job search, now bound like a dog within a few dilapidated factory buildings without freedom, wasting time.

Watching classmates and friends rise to success while he achieves nothing, wanting to throw in the towel, but unwilling to forsake the heart and hopes previously invested.

No path forward, no way back.

"Just do what you do best, Yan Gong." Ji Jue patted his shoulder: "I promise, in the future, you can build any car you want, no one can stop you, I say so."

Yan Jian looked back at him, almost amused.

You can't even get the materials, build a damn car?

Moreover...

"What about the equipment?"

"Don't worry about it, just leave it there, I'll handle it."

Ji Jue looked down at his watch: "We'll have it sorted before tomorrow, move quickly, go train those, um, students."

"..."

Yan Jian restrained his urge to roll his eyes, breathing heavily, unwilling to argue further.

Restraining mockery and anger, simply asked: "Teach what? Teach them from the beginning? Teach them how to change tires and brake pads?"

A bunch of students who know nothing beyond outdated textbooks and outdated software, expecting them to use genius to develop

"Automobile assembly and related equipment usage, plus a few quality inspectors, a few welders, others handling screws, that's enough."

Ji Jue waved his hand for the last time without turning his head and disappeared at the end of the corridor:

"Wait for my good news."

Good news?

Where's the good news?

Yan Jian looked down at his empty cigarette box, cursed, and dragged his heels off to find the students.

Ji Jue also wondered where the good news was.

He stood on the factory ground, looking up to bask in the sun, taking a deep breath.

A distant ruckus arose, just outside the factory gates, a cacophony of voices, a convoy of buses carrying unknown people, faces of anger, swearing, shouting, pulling up banners.

Demand for wages, debts, Coastal Automobile Factory return our hard-earned money, or let unscrupulous dealers pay with their lives, a car claimed four lives in a family...

Moving rapidly.

Around the television station's car, curious or intentional passersby had already taken out their phones to capture the first-hand scene, posting on social media.

The sound of shutters clicking, and flashlights blinking.

Ji Jue shook his head and sighed.

Why is it so hard to work honestly in a factory?

Long before this, the storm had spread from the internet, unscrupulous manufacturers, garbage firms aroused by old news, in tens of thousands of words posts and passionate texts, digging deep into the dirty past of Coastal Automobile, and the one taking over this factory, which has invested abundant resources and taxes yet ceased production, was a university student who hadn't even graduated.

Along with it, Ji Jue also shot to fame rapidly, however, this time it's infamy.

Under all kinds of conspiracy theories and rumors, Ji Jue astonishingly found out that he had been pinned as a seasoned cheat, a rumored illegitimate child from a wealthy family with deep backgrounds.

Bullying classmates, seizing resources, oppressing males and females, colluding with officials and businessmen, committing all manner of evil...

Ji Jue hadn't expected that more famous than Coastal Automobile, was his own face.

"Really interesting."

Ji Jue laughed, picked up the phone: "Isis."

"I'm here, sir."

The voice on the other end is always calm.

"I need some good news." Ji Jue said.

"Okay."

The call was disconnected.

On the other end, in the basement workshop, starlight flickered inside a container.

The sound of boiling rose, coolant coursed through pipes, rushing.

A massive server on the edge of the workshop began to hum, screens lit up, countless lines of code roared past like a waterfall.

Under the order of the Spirit of Workshop, the creations of Mechanical Descent operated here, as if an invisible giant had opened its eyes, extended its limbs, broke free from the shackles of inanimate objects, following the cables, network lines, and signals to extend far and wide.

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