The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly

Chapter 521: Chapter 219: The Top-grade Classical Prose (Part 11)

”Is she really that amazing?”

The second-in-command of the military factory, Factory Director Yang, like He Yaohua, was a military-turned-civil servant.

However, He Yaohua had abandoned his pen to join the army as a college student, came from a privileged background, and had received a good education, skilled in both letters and martial arts.

Factory Director Yang, on the other hand, was a typical soldier from the Hua Country’s era of resistance against aggression, born to impoverished peasants, illiterate until he became a leader in the army and learned a few things following the political commissar.

His nature was fiery, his temper explosive, having developed a habit during his military campaigns of cursing and kicking people whenever he opened his mouth or lifted his foot.

After transferring to civilian work, Factory Director Yang had restrained himself quite a bit, but he still often prided himself on being a rough man.

And in his opinion, no matter how good a person’s brain was, it couldn’t possibly match the level of a computer.

After all, a human brain is made of flesh, whereas a computer is made of machinery.

Being the head of a military factory, Factory Director Yang had already embraced the idea that ”machines are faster and more standard than manual labor.”

Not to mention, the person with the Super Brain was the little girl from his old neighbor, Secretary He’s family.

Tsk tsk, that girl, just a greedy, playful little brat.

As neighbors, the Yang Family had often been ”tormented” by He Tiantian.

For a while, the Yangs didn’t dare to eat anything tasty in case the smell drifted out and He Tiantian, with her dog-like nose, blocked their door demanding a bite.

Because of his own family’s circumstances, Factory Director Yang had a strong sense of self-respect; he always remembered his old mother’s words, ”Though poor, never short of ambition!”

And with his straightforward and upright nature, he particularly disliked someone like He Tiantian who was thoughtless and impudent.

If He Tiantian were a boy and a bit older, Factory Director Yang would have kicked him countless times by now.

So, when Factory Director Yang heard all sorts of rumors from the technical department, his first reaction was: the He family’s girl must be lying to get some tasty food.

But, soon after, Factory Director Yang himself dismissed this speculation.

Others might be so, but Old He was a principled man who, even with his own daughter, would not indulge or aid in deceit.

...But still, this was too incredible.

After sending off the Soviet experts, Factory Director Yang went to another higher-level meeting.

Back in the factory, he heard several employees from the factory office discussing animatedly, and the director of logistics was shouting about going to fetch a pig.

At first, Factory Director Yang thought the logistics department wanted to improve the workers’ diet.

Only after standing behind the door and listening for a while did he understand: this guy actually wanted to give the whole pig to He Tiantian!

This, this—

He couldn’t sit still anymore!

Factory Director Yang didn’t dare delay a moment longer, asking someone where He Tiantian was, then he rushed over in haste.

”...Engineer He, look at this set of data!”

Just as Factory Director Yang stepped into the technical department’s conference room, he heard a somewhat familiar voice.

That was Feng Zheng, an engineer in the factory who had studied abroad in America in his early years and returned to the country in 1952 to participate in national construction.

His character and ability were both outstanding.

”Eh? Why is Xiao Feng speaking so respectfully? And who is Engineer He? Could it be Tiantian, that little rascal?”

Factory Director Yang wondered inwardly, muttering to himself.

He greeted the two sentinels guarding the door, then pushed open the door and entered.

The door closed behind him with a slight clattering sound.

It wasn’t until then that Factory Director Yang wondered: Wait, when did sentinels start guarding the conference room?

Could there be important documents inside?

Factory Director Yang suppressed the doubts in his heart and slowly walked into the room.

”I got it!” He Tiantian took a piece of draft paper and her eyes quickly scanned over it.

As soon as she finished reading the last character, she picked up a pencil and swiftly wrote out the answers.

During this process, there was almost no pause; it seemed she didn’t need to think or calculate, naturally writing out the answers as if by instinct.

Factory Director Yang’s eyes widened.

What seemed even more absurd to him followed; that boy, Feng Zheng, didn’t even bother to check, but instead, took the answer and hurried off to perform the next calculation.

Outrageous!

Absolutely outrageous!

Factory Director Yang wasn’t well-educated, but he knew to respect knowledge.

Having worked in the military factory for years, he was well aware that science does not tolerate the slightest negligence.

Issues like computational data required repeated checking and cross-verification to avoid any potential mistakes.

But, for Feng Zheng to hand over the calculations to a young girl was one thing, but not even checking the results was downright irresponsible!