Once again, I feel the world before my eyes arise from nothingness.

With dominion over the divine!

Ji Jue squints his eyes, takes a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating scent of engine oil in the air, outshining any aromatic delicacy, while the crisp echoes of machinery operating around him transcend all celestial melodies.

"Doesn't seem too troublesome, huh."

He senses the immense pain and scars emanating from the massive equipment, and after a while, bends down, patting their heads and bodies.

"Line up, one by one, in the original positions."

The craftsman Ji Jue rolls up his sleeves, while behind him, flowing mercury transforms into dozens of arms, stretching freely:

"Let's start work!"

Break time has been long enough.

Let us begin once more and reconstruct everything!

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Amidst the noisy and sharp sounds, a busy night hurriedly passes by.

When Yan Jian prepared for Ji Jue's reckless destruction of every single thing and pushed open the door, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

"What the heck happened here?"

Is this really the Coastal Automobile Factory?!

Just look at this spotless floor, the brand new wall, and the dust-free assembly workshop.

And take a look at those green lights that have been relit, the equipment, and instruments operating as usual.

Not even a bit of noise...

For a moment, Yan Jian's legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he dared not step further.

Afraid that moving forward, he'd find the scene before him was something Ji Jue conjured overnight... just to mess with him. But even for deception, it couldn't possibly be this realistic!

From his daze, he instinctively grabbed a passing cowhorse heading for wash-up and pinched his arm: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

The stupefied cowhorse nodded.

Yet Yan Jian still couldn't believe it, grabbing another cowhorse and pinching again: "Does it hurt?"

Smack!

The cowhorse university student, half-awake, instinctively delivered a huge slap back, then retreated in shock, seeking meaning in another male classmate's embrace: "Stop being a rogue!"

Yan Jian's vision went black, nearly getting knocked to the ground by that slap.

Indeed it hurt.

Looks like it's not a dream...

"How did you do it?" he pulls Ji Jue, face flushed with excitement and disbelief: "How did you do it?"

"Just, like this, like that, then this, and it's done."

Ji Jue pats shoulders calmly, smiling.

Just think of it like that.

Don't ask; asking is impolite.

Moreover, there's still so much to come!

With the Non-attack Matrix, Heavenly Skill, plus the almighty Mechanical Descent and maxed-out engineering skill, as well as being the top craftsman of the current session in alchemy, failing to solve such issues would indeed be embarrassing.

"Alright, after wasting so many days, everyone should get familiar with the equipment. If there's something you don't understand, make sure to find Yan Gong. Do not mess around on your own."

After working through the night, Ji Jue decides to rest for a bit, instructing Yan Jian to lead the innocent cowhorses in familiarizing themselves with the environment.

The cowhorses are all full of enthusiasm, eager and impatient.

Although enthusiasm is their only virtue, at least they have it.

After all, besides giving the team leader a head fee, Ji Jue also provides them with extra monthly salaries, accounts for performance and work pieces, and even ensures an eight-hour work system.

For students who've long resolved to endure their tough times in sweatshops and heartless factories, this feels dreamlike; like living a dream.

Preparing for descent into hell and ending up turning right into the promised land...

Especially upon hearing about free meals in the cafeteria and medical subsidies, tears nearly flow.

The factory manager's kindness cannot be repaid!

Simply cannot be repaid!

After a morning passes, Ji Jue gets up from a nap, finally catching up with Yan Jian, who had been excited all morning and finally calmed down.

Currently, only the two of them have engineering credentials in this factory.

One is level one, one is level two, though few in numbers, they are quite sufficient.

"See, now... we have materials, though not much. Equipments, though outdated. People, even though they're just university students.

At least conditions are pretty much set."

Ji Jue was speaking without any self-awareness, causing Yan Jian's blood pressure to spike repeatedly. In the end, Ji Jue asked, "So, when can we start production again?"

"..."

Yan Jian hesitated, almost spewing a mouthful of old blood onto Ji Jue's face.

After a long stammer, he could only politely tell him, "Building cars isn't an easy job."

Brother, do you even know what an industrial gem is?

Do you understand what the pinnacle of manufacturing means?

Do you think this is like buying toy cars for kids?

Just swipe a card at the supermarket and it's done?

"I know."

Ji Jue nodded calmly, persistently asking, "So, how soon at the earliest?"

"Under the current conditions..."

Yan Jian grimaced, pondering for a long time before finally giving a fairly optimistic estimate: "If everything goes smoothly, half a year."

"No way."

Ji Jue decisively shook his head, "Too long."

[???]

Am I crazy? Or are you?

Veins on Yan Jian's forehead bulged, his blood pressure uncontrollable. At least you're considered a Level 2, that certification shouldn't be fake, so you should know the situation, right?

After struggling to breathe for half a day, he could only ask, "How long do you want it to take?"

Ji Jue smiled and told him:

"One week."

In the silence, Yan Jian felt like something snapped in his head, completely messed up, instinctively wanting to pound the table and curse.

But in the end, he squeezed the words through his teeth, "Ji... Director, we are a car company, not making little tricycles!"

"Huh? Aren't we?"

Ji Jue looked blankly confused, as if puzzled: "Then, why not make them?"

"..."

Yan Jian was dazed, instinctively wanting to speak but unable to, his face turning red in urgency.

Yet he heard Ji Jue's voice.

"Could you really believe that after being shut down for so many years, with this batch of obsolete equipment, we could shock everyone and produce some top-notch sports car or legendary model?"

Ji Jue looked at him, full of doubt: "Do you really think rejuvenation is that simple?"

Who doesn't want to release a new model every couple of months and reap profits? Who doesn't want to sell heated seats and radio functions separately? Who doesn't want to easily achieve L5 autonomous driving?

But do you have that capability, brother?

You think I'm having a pipe dream, but who's really dreaming?

This kind of beautiful dream, Ji Jue didn't even dare to imagine, thinking about it is a crime. No matter how grand the ideal is, its foundation is to accept reality, understand oneself, and clearly identify the urgent matters!

If the Coastal Automobile Factory wants to continue existing, wants to have a future, then it must get running!

It must return to the market!

It must once again proudly appear before everyone!

Even the lowest market is a market, even the most clumsy production is still production, even the crappiest product is still a product!

"Every talent must be utilized, Yan Gong, we have no choice, and Coast has no choice."

Ji Jue placed a newly written design requirement on the table and slowly pushed it over: "If we can't even accomplish 'now,' we can't talk about the future."

Yan Jian stood in silence, unable to speak.

After a long time, he took out the glasses from his pocket, put them on, and repeatedly read the design requirement, finally only able to silently sigh.

"Are you really confident?"

"Absolutely confident, more than 120% out of ten!"

Ji Jue decisively nodded, without hesitation: "So, are you doing it or not?"

Yan Jian didn't speak, he just put away the design requirement and tucked it into his pocket.

"Give me two days for this kind of stuff."

He waved his hand one last time: "As for those...college students, I don't have the energy to manage them, find someone yourself."

Recognizing reality or not, letting go or not.

Years of pent-up anguish and fury surged, transforming into a creepy determination that even frightened himself.

As he burst through the door, Yan Jian roared to the sky, shouting 'damn' before rolling up his sleeves, hesitating no more.

Go make those damn tricycles!

Who said a tricycle isn't a car!

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