Xiang Fan watched them depart, a mixture of emotions welling up in his chest. He glanced down at his oil-stained work clothes, then recalled the engineers' arrogant attitude and gave a wry smile.
"We're all from Qixing, so why is there such a big difference in our treatment?" He sighed softly and looked back at the workshop behind him. His fellow workers were still busy repairing mechas, their backs wet with sweat, and no one had time to think about this problem.
He took a deep breath and returned to his work, but an inexplicable thought arose in his mind.
Hong Gong noticed Xiang Fan's disappointment, reached out and patted his shoulder, revealing a meaningful smile: "Xiao Xiang, don't envy them. Those people in the upper echelons, although they seem to have it easy, are actually under greater pressure."
Xiang Fan looked up at Engineer Hong, his eyes filled with a hint of dissatisfaction. "But their salary is higher, and the working environment is much better. It's as hot as an alchemy furnace here, but they have a constant temperature spiritual energy formation over there that can even regulate the circulation of spiritual energy."
Engineer Hong held his pipe in his mouth and grinned. "Hey, kid, do you know why we call this place the 'repair shop' and they call it the 'working group' over there?"
Xiang Fan was stunned for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Why?"
Engineer Hong narrowed his eyes, a hint of amusement flashing in them. "Because our repair shop is dedicated to practical work, while those work groups are mostly superficial." He tapped a piece of mecha shell on the table. "Do you think those engineers on the top floor, sipping spiritual tea and stepping on soft carpets, really understand mechas better than we do?"
"This..." Xiang Fan touched his nose, feeling a little unsure.
Engineer Hong scoffed and shook his head, saying, "They're better at accounting and boasting than us, but if you ask them to fix an old mecha themselves, what do you think they can do?"
Xiang Fan nodded thoughtfully. He recalled the elite engineers' disdain for the workshop and their complete reluctance to touch the parts, and gradually understood something.
"So, don't overthink it, just work hard." Engineer Hong patted him on the back. "Learning a skill is the real thing. If you master mecha repair techniques to perfection, and you can build your own mechas in the future, those high-ranking guys will have to beg you for help."
Xiang Fan looked down at his oil-covered palms, a flicker of fighting spirit rising in his heart. He took a deep breath, picked up his tools again, and continued to adjust the mecha parts in his hands, his eyes more focused than before.
At the same time, in the top-floor conference room of Qixing Building, a mecha research and development meeting involving tens of millions of spirit stones was underway.
In the center of the conference table, a three-dimensional projection model composed of psychic light and shadow slowly rotated, revealing a streamlined battle mecha. Its exterior was engraved with intricate runic patterns, resembling a fusion of ancient cultivation techniques and modern technology.
Lin Zheng sat at the head of the conference table, dressed in a white robe with spiritual patterns, a steaming cup of heavenly tea beside him. He took a sip and said calmly, "This client is a sect on Yunxuan Star. They require a mecha capable of both traditional immortal cultivation combat and modern psychic network warfare."
A researcher wearing psychic glasses frowned, staring at the projected model and analyzing it carefully. "This is difficult to achieve. The logic of traditional immortal cultivation instruments and modern psychic networks conflicts greatly. The immortal cultivation system relies on spiritual energy and spells, while the psychic network relies on data flow and intelligent algorithms. The compatibility between the two is extremely low."
"Indeed." Another engineer tapped the table and added, "We've tried using psychic data to convert formations before, but the spell feedback delay was too great, making it unsuitable for actual combat."
Lin Zheng was not in a hurry. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He glanced at everyone present and said slowly, "That's why we, top engineers, are needed. We can definitely solve such a simple problem."
As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and the three-dimensional projection instantly changed, revealing several new psychic circuits. "This is our latest design. The core concept is the use of 'dual-core synchronization technology.' The mecha has two independent computing cores inside, one responsible for calculating immortal cultivation spells, and the other processing psychic network data streams. Through an intelligent control system, real-time switching is achieved."
The researchers nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with approval. "This plan...is theoretically feasible!"
"However, this design places extremely high demands on the stability of the psychic circuit. Once a synchronization error occurs, the mecha may crash directly." Someone raised the question.
Lin Zheng chuckled and said, "So, we need more testing." He looked at the assistant beside him and said, "Contact the laboratory and arrange for a batch of prototype tests. Ask the D3 team to cooperate."
The assistant frowned slightly and hesitated, "D3 team? That... workshop team?"
"Yes, that's them." Lin Zheng picked up the spiritual tea and said leisurely, "Although they are just a low-level working group, their last engine modification plan was quite good. This time, let's treat it as a reward for them."
The assistant nodded in agreement, but felt something was amiss.
As the meeting continued, the top engineers sipped on fragrant tea while casually discussing technical details. The entire conference room was filled with an atmosphere of efficiency and elegance. The engineers chatted and laughed, and from time to time someone would throw out a new idea, sparking a heated discussion.
In the repair shop downstairs, Xiang Fan was squatting next to a mecha, holding a half-eaten steamed bun in his mouth, twisting a psychic wrench in one hand and holding a newly installed energy module with the other, trying to align it with the joint point.
"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and an explosion was heard from a maintenance platform. Thick smoke billowed, and a repairman with a black face jumped up and cursed: "Who touched my psychic pipeline? It exploded!"
The workshop erupted in laughter. Engineer Hong, standing nearby, grinned and said, "Hahaha, is this your noble repair skills?"
Xiang Fan couldn't help but laugh, but then he thought of the people in Lin Zheng's team and their attitude towards the workshop, and an indescribable emotion arose in his heart.
He looked up at the unreachable "Sky Realm" above him and thought, "Do those people at the top really think they'll always be so high and mighty? One day, I'm going to stand in that position and show them that true technology isn't developed through spiritual tea and discussions in meetings."
After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to work, muttering, "But... today's steamed buns are really hard."
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