Xiang Fan, exhausted from a long day's work, was about to head to the cafeteria for some food and clothing when a clanging sound, like something hitting a metal wall, came from a distance.
He looked up and saw a small assistant robot wobbling toward the elevator. These robots were assigned to engineers by Qixing Company to carry documents and tools. But this one was clearly not in good condition. Not only was it wobbling, its camera was spinning erratically, and it looked like it might break down at any moment.
"This guy is so miserable..." Xiang Fan muttered as he stopped and watched.
As expected, something unfortunate happened. As the robot passed Xiang Fan's workstation, it tripped over a cable and pitched forward, landing heavily on the ground with a thud. The documents in its belly immediately scattered all over the floor.
Xiang Fan was startled and thought to himself, "Oh no! Could this be the cable I forgot to collect? If it breaks, I won't be able to pay for it!"
He quickly squatted down and checked the robot's condition. He was relieved to find that it only had a few scratches on the shell and was not completely down. However, the scattered documents beside him gave him a headache.
"What kind of information is this?" Xiang Fan picked up the document and flipped through it to check if there was any damage.
At this moment, his eyes were drawn to a page of paper - it was a revision report on the psychic core engine, densely covered with complex circuit diagrams and modification suggestions.
"Oh?" Xiang Fan's eyes lit up slightly. He took a closer look and realized that this was the engine design that the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core engineers in the next workshop were struggling with. Furthermore, judging by the annotations above, they had indeed chosen to solve the energy loss problem by adding more circuits.
Xiang Fan couldn't help but curl his lips. "You're putting the cart before the horse... The problem is clearly a flaw in the circuit logic. The more it gets, the more chaotic it becomes, which will only increase the loss of spiritual energy."
He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and suddenly a bold idea popped up in his mind: "How about... I help them change it?"
Thinking of this, he picked up his spiritual pen and quickly circled the unnecessary circuits on the blueprint. He then crossed out his original revision suggestions and wrote his own new ones: "Delete redundant circuits, streamline the conduction path, adjust the energy flow, and improve the efficiency of spiritual energy transmission."
He thoughtfully added detailed theoretical basis and calculation parameters, even marking key points with arrows to ensure that the other party could understand it at a glance. Looking at his "masterpiece", Xiang Fan smiled with satisfaction: "This is the right way to change it."
After finishing the revision, he stuffed the document neatly back into the robot's belly and patted its shell. "Okay, continue your mission. Don't fall down again."
The robot shook slightly, as if confirming its status, and then, according to the established procedure, it stood up shakily and continued to move towards the elevator.
Watching the robot sway and disappear behind the elevator door, Xiang Fan's heart suddenly tightened and a feeling of unease surged up.
"Is this considered tampering with company secrets?" He felt a pang of fear in his heart and couldn't help wiping the non-existent sweat from his forehead. "What if I get caught? Will I get fired?"
He looked around and found that everyone in the workshop was busy with their own things and no one noticed his "little action", so he breathed a sigh of relief. However, the panic in his heart still did not completely dissipate.
"Forget it, forget it. What I changed isn't a bad thing anyway. Maybe it can help them improve their efficiency... No one should check such small details, right?" Xiang Fan comforted himself while packing up his things quickly, fearing that someone would suddenly come over and ask him what he was doing.
His stomach also growled at this time, reminding him that it was time to solve the problem of food and clothing.
"Yes, yes, eating is the most important thing!" Xiang Fan quickly adjusted his mindset and slipped back to his hut with the swiftness of his feet.
He took out two steamed buns from the cabinet, and took out the bottle of "precious hot sauce" from the storage bag. He sat down at the table with a satisfied look on his face, broke the steamed buns in half, dipped them in the hot sauce, and put them into his mouth.
After just two bites, an intoxicated expression suddenly appeared on his face: "Hmm, this hot sauce is really amazing! It's a hundred times better than those 'high-end dishes' in the cafeteria! This taste is simply a treasure from the mortal world!"
He was eating happily when suddenly a terrible thought flashed through his mind and he stopped chewing abruptly.
"Wait, I forgot to change the pen when I was editing the picture just now!"
Xiang Fan's face froze instantly. He remembered that he had used the psychic pen he usually used to make the changes. The handwriting style was completely different from that of the original engineer. It was almost as if the four big words "I made changes here" were engraved on the drawing!
He slapped his forehead and said in frustration, "It's over! What if they find out the handwriting is wrong and follow the clues to find out that I'm a repairman in the Qi training stage? Wouldn't that be the end of me?"
As he thought about it, he continued to eat the steamed bun and began to quickly think of a response plan in his mind.
"I have to keep a low profile tomorrow and absolutely mustn't act too smart, lest I get questioned..." He muttered to himself as he ate. "But then again, the changes I made should be correct, right? If they really follow my plan, maybe they can create a miracle."
He held a steamed bun in his mouth and imagined the expressions of the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators in the workshop next door when they saw the revised blueprints. He couldn't help but grin in amusement: "Hehe, it would be interesting if they actually used it."
As the night deepened, the lights of Ran Xing's house outside the window still shone brightly, while in Xiang Fan's little room, only the faint light of psychic energy illuminated his face. A faint smile played on his lips as he finished his last bite of steamed bun and leaned back in his chair contentedly, waiting for the "little storm" that might occur the next day.
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