Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

"Brother, you have a good rest. I'll go out and buy you something to eat." He Yushui said, and followed him out. Before leaving, he glared at the young man fiercely.

He Yudong and the young man were the only ones left in the ward, staring at each other.

"You... are Ma Hua?" He Yudong asked tentatively. Although his memory was a little fuzzy, he always felt that this Ma Hua looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

"Yes...it's me, Master He, you...you still remember me?" Hearing this, Ma Hua showed an awkward smile on his face and said timidly.

"I..." He Yudong was about to say something, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head. Countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded in like a tide, making him unable to help but let out a painful groan.

"Master He, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Seeing this, Ma Hua hurried forward to ask, his face full of worry.

However, He Yudong seemed not to have heard his words. He just held his head tightly, allowing those strange fragments of memory to surge and collide in his mind, trying to piece together a complete truth.

Gradually, He Yudong's face became uglier and uglier, and in the end, it turned ashen, with his eyes filled with disbelief and rage!

"Jia! Dong! Xu!"

He Yudong took a deep breath and tried to calm his excitement.

"System, open the novice gift package!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a basic benchwork skill book and ten kilograms of fine iron!"

Along with the sound of the system, He Yudong's mind instantly flooded with a large amount of benchwork knowledge, the use of various tools, the processing techniques of various parts, the maintenance of various machines...

At the same time, a book and a piece of metal appeared out of thin air in front of him.

He Yudong picked up the book and saw five big words written on the cover: Basic Machinist Skills Book.

He opened the book and read it quickly. The contents of the book were not complicated, but very practical. They were all basic knowledge and operating skills of benchwork, which were just right for a novice like him.

He Yudong looked at it while picking up the piece of metal. It felt heavy in his hand and gave off a cold metallic luster.

"Fine iron?" He Yudong's heart moved. This is a good thing!

As the name suggests, refined iron is iron that has been refined and purified. It has few impurities and good toughness. It is a high-quality material for making various tools and weapons.

"With this skill book and these fine irons, I don't believe that I can't cure you, Jia Dongxu!" A cold light flashed in He Yudong's eyes.

He decided to start with Jia Dongxu, not for any other reason, but because he deserved to be punished!

Thinking back to the past, Jia Dongxu relied on the fact that he was an eighth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill and the son-in-law of the factory leader to make things difficult for him. Today, he either tripped him up or made things difficult for him. He also often humiliated him in front of everyone, making him lose face.

"Jia Dongxu, just wait, this time I'm going to let you know what a real fitter is!" He Yudong gritted his teeth and became secretly ruthless in his heart.

He picked up the fine iron, closed his eyes, and began to think about it in his mind.

What kind of benchwork is he going to make?

After much thought, He Yudong decided to make a dagger!

The dagger is small and sharp, easy to carry, and has great lethality, making it perfect for self-defense.

He Yudong did what he said. He picked up the fine iron, walked to the window, and began to observe it carefully in the dim light.

The surface of the refined iron is as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of impurities, and emitting a faint cold light.

He Yudong took a deep breath, placed the fine iron on the table, picked up a broken brick, and began to hit it hard.

"Ding-ding-dang-dang-dang..."

The crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the room, like a death warrant, striking Jia Dongxu's heart.

......

The next morning, He Yudong got up early. After washing up, he couldn't wait to pick up the dagger he had made last night and looked at it carefully.

The dagger is about twenty centimeters long, with a narrow blade that shines with cold light. The tip of the blade is extremely sharp, and a slight scratch can leave a deep mark on the table.

He Yudong nodded with satisfaction. The sharpness of this dagger far exceeded his expectations.

He hid the dagger in his clothes and quietly slipped out of the room.

He wants to seek revenge on Jia Dongxu!

......

Steel rolling mill, workshop.

The workers were busy at their respective posts, machines were roaring, sparks were flying, it was a scene of intense activity.

Jia Dongxu was in a particularly good mood today because he finally succeeded last night and dealt with that little devil Qin Huairu!

When he thought of Qin Huairu's charming face and hot body, he couldn't help but feel distracted.

"Brother Jia, what are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so obscenely?" A smooth-talking voice sounded in his ears.

Jia Dongxu looked up and saw that it was his apprentice, Sha Zhu.

"Go away, go away! Why are you, kid, butting in when the adults are talking?" Jia Dongxu scolded angrily.

Sha Zhu smiled, not angry at all, and leaned close to Jia Dongxu's ear and whispered, "Brother Jia, how did last night's incident go?"

Jia Dongxu raised his eyebrows proudly and said in a low voice: "Hey, it worked! That little girl is really awesome!"

When Sha Zhu heard this, his eyes lit up immediately and he said enviously: "Brother Jia, you are really good! I also want to..."

"What are you thinking about? You? You want to be a toad and want to eat swan meat?" Jia Dongxu looked at Sha Zhu with contempt and said disdainfully.

Sha Zhu was choked by Jia Dongxu's words and his face turned red, and he was speechless for a long time.

At this moment, He Yudong appeared at the door of the workshop.

As soon as Jia Dongxu saw He Yudong, his eyes immediately became angry. He still remembered the embarrassment he had suffered in the cafeteria yesterday!

"Hey, isn't this our great hero He Yudong? Why, you're not hiding today?" Jia Dongxu said sarcastically.

He Yudong smiled coldly, walked straight to Jia Dongxu, stared at him coldly, and said word by word: "Jia Dongxu, I came here today to settle accounts with you!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu burst into laughter, as if he had heard a huge joke.

"Settling accounts? Just you? Are you worthy?" Jia Dongxu looked at He Yudong with disdain, as if he was looking at a clown.

"You'll know if I'm worthy of you if you try!"

As He Yudong spoke, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning, pulled out the gleaming dagger from his clothes, and stabbed it towards Jia Dongxu's stomach!

He Yudong took a deep breath and tried to calm down his excitement. Fine iron? Skill book? The reward given by this system is really substantial!

He first opened the "Basic Fitter Skills Book" and absorbed all the contents in it. All of a sudden, all kinds of fitter knowledge and skills flooded into his mind like a revelation, giving him a new understanding of the fitter industry.

"Ding! It is detected that the host has mastered the basic locksmith skills. Do you want to proceed with the level assessment now?" The system's voice sounded at the right time.

"Evaluation!" He Yudong said without hesitation.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, the fitter level is assessed as: Level 1!" There was a hint of excitement in the system's voice.

First-class fitter? This is a level that most apprentices in the steel mill cannot reach after several years! You know, Jia Dongxu, who is called an eighth-class fitter, is actually only a second-class fitter!

Thinking of Jia Dongxu, a cold light flashed in He Yudong's eyes.

"System, how many points do I have now?" he asked.

"Ding! The host's current points are: 10 points." The system replied.

"Only 10 points?" He Yudong frowned, "How many points do I need to redeem some more advanced machinist skill books?"

"Ding! To exchange for a higher-level machinist skill book, you need to complete a higher-level task or spend points to participate in a lottery." The system explained, "Each lottery consumes 10 points, and you have a chance to get various rewards, including but not limited to: machinist skill books, blueprints, materials, special props, etc."

"Lottery?" He Yudong's eyes lit up. This system is quite user-friendly. It even has a lottery system!

"Then let's have a lottery!" he said decisively.

"Ding! Consume 10 points and start the lottery..." The system's voice became serious.

A virtual roulette wheel appeared in He Yudong's mind, with all kinds of rewards densely distributed on it, making him dizzy.

The roulette wheel began to spin rapidly, and He Yudong's heartbeat also accelerated.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have received a reward: a universal toolbox!" The system's voice suddenly sounded.

The wheel stopped spinning and the pointer finally pointed to a red box with a black toolbox drawn inside it.

"Universal tool box?" He Yudong asked doubtfully, "What is the use of this thing?"

"Ding! The universal toolbox, as the name implies, is a toolbox that contains all the tools!" The system explained, "The host can take out any tool he wants from the toolbox according to his needs!"

"Wow! So awesome?!" He Yudong exclaimed. This universal tool box is simply a magical tool! With it, why would he worry about his pliers work?

He couldn't wait to open the system space, only to see a black toolbox lying quietly inside, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

He Yudong reached out and touched the toolbox, and suddenly a cold feeling spread throughout his body, making him shiver.

"This toolbox..." He was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard a hurried knock on the door, accompanied by a familiar voice:

"Silly Zhu! Silly Zhu! What are you doing hiding in there? Open the door quickly! Something happened!"

He Yudong opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight made him a little uncomfortable. He found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed, the bed sheet was a coarse cloth that was washed white, with a faint scent of soap.

"Am I... back?" He Yudong rubbed his temple. The hangover-like headache reminded him of the scene before he fell into a coma.

Xu Damao had a smug smile on his fat face, "Shazhu, you have finally gotten what you deserve! You dare to fight me? Don't you know how much you weigh?"