Getting Hauled to the Station

Just as Xiao Hua was about to continue eating, a police siren sounded outside. Someone had obviously called the police. Since the police station was less than two kilometers from the restaurant, the officers arrived quickly.

"What happened? Who was fighting here?" A police officer around thirty years old entered through the restaurant door. Zhang Yi and the others also saw several other officers outside.

"Officer Zhang! I was the one who called the police!" At that moment, the restaurant owner, who had disappeared earlier, suddenly emerged from nowhere and timidly spoke to the officer.

The restaurant owner then gave the officer a detailed account of what had just happened.

This officer was very familiar with Wang Lin. After all, Wang Lin was a known troublemaker in the area and had been brought into the station many times. However, although Wang Lin frequently ended up at the police station, the things he did usually did not rise to the level of criminal offenses, so he would generally just be detained for a few days.

Moreover, although Wang Lin himself was nothing special, his father was no ordinary man. He was the president of a real estate company in Xian County and a well-known figure there.

Although Zhang Yi and Xiao Hua had done nothing wrong, they were still taken back to the police station to give statements. After arriving, Zhang Yi had been somewhat worried about Xiao Hua's identity.

But to Zhang Yi's surprise, when the police checked their identities, Xiao Hua produced an ID card from this world. Her ID listed her name as Wang Xiao Hua, nineteen years old, and the police computer even had records of her schooling from childhood to adulthood.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi relaxed. The thing he had worried about most before was the identities of the scholars he hired.

After leaving the police station, Zhang Yi kept glancing back at Xiao Hua on the way home. Even now, he could hardly believe that this harmless-looking little girl was the same person who had knocked down seven or eight young men in a row. Her fighting ability was off the charts, practically comparable to a female superhero.

A few days ago, Zhang Yi had even entertained inappropriate thoughts about Xiao Hua. With her figure and looks, who would not like such a legal loli? A sweet loli voice, soft body, easy to push over—any man would have such thoughts.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi had only thought about it privately. Otherwise, with his fighting ability, he would not have been enough for Xiao Hua to deal with.

By the time they left the police station, it was already quite late. Zhang Yi and Xiao Hua did not return to the factory and instead headed directly home. Zhang Yi's house was only a few hundred meters from the police station.

"Why are you back so late today? Was there a lot of work at the factory? No matter how busy you are, you need to know your limits! Work never ends, so don't exhaust yourselves. Oh, Xiao Hua, have you eaten dinner? If not, I'll make something for you right now. Especially you, Xiao Hua—you must be tired after working all day!" When Zhang Yi and Xiao Hua got home, his mother hurriedly asked.

When Zhang Yi had first brought Xiao Hua home two days ago, Zhang Yi's Mother had misunderstood their relationship as well. But after Zhang Yi repeatedly explained, nearly to the point of making Xiao Hua demonstrate her machining skills on the spot at the shop, Zhang Yi's parents finally believed that Xiao Hua was a lathe operator Zhang Yi had hired.

After spending the past few days together, Zhang Yi's Mother's fondness for Xiao Hua had risen dramatically. Sometimes, Zhang Yi even wondered who her actual child was.

"No, Mom! We already ate," Zhang Yi answered.

"What does whether you ate have to do with me? I wasn't asking you. I was asking Xiao Hua."

"..." Zhang Yi was left speechless by his mother's words.

Then Zhang Yi watched as his mother began chatting enthusiastically with Xiao Hua. He had no idea where Xiao Hua got so much energy. She was full of spirit while working during the day, and she did not go to bed early at night either.

Over the past few days, Zhang Yi had never seen Xiao Hua rest while working. Sometimes, Zhang Yi had to force her to take breaks. After returning home, she would immediately help Zhang Yi's Mother with the housework.

Seeing Xiao Hua and his mother chatting away, Zhang Yi did not want to disturb them. Besides, Xiao Hua's performance at the restaurant had shaken him far too deeply. Even now, Zhang Yi could not calm down, so he prepared to return to his room and collect himself.

"Boss! Could you buy me some books about mechanical machining tomorrow? I feel that after adapting over the past few days, my abilities seem to have improved, so I need to supplement my knowledge." Perhaps seeing that Zhang Yi was about to go upstairs to rest, Xiao Hua hurriedly turned and said to him.

"Alright. You should get some rest early too." After saying that, Zhang Yi headed upstairs.

In fact, the scholars hired through the Scholar Hiring System did not have fixed, unchanging skills. Like ordinary people, they gradually accumulated experience over time, and their skills slowly improved accordingly. However, this process also required the accumulation of a great deal of knowledge and experience.

Zhang Yi did not refuse Xiao Hua's request. After all, if Xiao Hua's skills improved, he would be the first to benefit.

So Zhang Yi had high expectations for Xiao Hua. His factory was currently being supported entirely by her. Without Xiao Hua, Zhang Yi would not be able to accomplish anything on his own, much less develop the business.

After Zhang Yi agreed, a smile appeared on Xiao Hua's delicate little face. She happily said to him, "Thank you, Boss!"

The next day, after breakfast, Zhang Yi first took Xiao Hua to the factory. Then he rode his electric scooter to Xinhua Bookstore in the county town to buy books on machinery. But when he arrived at the bookstore, he was dumbfounded, because there were not many books on mechanical machining.

However, Zhang Yi quickly understood why. In the small county town where he lived, hardly anyone read such specialized books. Anyone who was not a professional simply would not understand them.

Even Zhang Yi himself could operate machine tools, but he had never received formal training in this field, so he could not understand them either.

Zhang Yi walked around the bookstore but had no idea which books he should buy. In the end, he helplessly bought one copy of every book related to mechanical machining in the store. As for which ones were useful and which were not, Zhang Yi himself had no clue.

As he was leaving, Zhang Yi realized that although he had not bought many books, they were quite expensive. He had only bought a dozen or so books, but they had cost him nearly a thousand yuan.