Not long after, another sharp explosion was heard from the workshop next door, accompanied by a series of shrill alarms. It was obvious that the experiment of the psychic core engine had failed again.

"It exploded again." Engineer Hong shook his head without any surprise on his face, and he didn't even have the interest to look up.

Xiang Fan glanced at the thick smoke billowing from the workshop next door and thought silently, "If I get the chance, I'll definitely try to remove that circuit and see if the results will be different."

By evening, the work in the workshop was finally coming to an end. Xiang Fan wiped his greasy hands and looked up at the sky outside. A faint purple-red glow was spreading across the horizon.

"Why is it so quiet today?" he asked casually.

Engineer Hong smiled and pointed to a corner. "Because those noisy guys went to grab the psychic special meals in the cafeteria. Those of us at the bottom should just eat our buns."

Xiang Fan looked at the cold steamed bun in his hand, feeling somewhat helpless, but he couldn't help but smile: "Although life is difficult, it is also quite interesting."

He took a bite; the bun was dry and hard to swallow. He took out his prized spicy meat sauce and dipped it in, instantly enriching the flavor. He chewed, mumbling, "Engineer Hong, do you think... if we go to the cafeteria to grab the psychic special meal, will we be kicked out?"

Engineer Hong scoffed, "You wish! That's a benefit for mid-level employees and above. For those of us in the Qi training stage, don't even dream about it."

Xiang Fan sighed, stuffed his steamed bun into his mouth, and continued to ponder the problem in the next workshop. His eyes casually swept across the parts on the table, and suddenly an idea flashed, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "If only I could find a chance to test it..."