Chapter 133 The quota is determined
The registration for the second round of manpower expansion in the Southern Blacksmith Camp has not yet ended. Jiang Lin and Blacksmith Qi have already arrived at the Foundry Department.
Originally, the two wanted to bring Yuan Bingqi over. After all, the number of people in the South Blacksmith Camp would increase in the future, and Jiang Lin had no intention of managing it.
With so many things going on, it's obviously not possible to rely on Blacksmith Qi alone.
But Yuan Bingqi refused without hesitation. The former master of Dongjiangyingying had no intention of promotion since he changed jobs.
Because he saw infinite possibilities in Jiang Lin, he was led to focus more on the skill itself.
In next year's regular test, he won't even compete for the position of deputy master craftsman, so why would he care about the title of a master craftsman.
There is no trivial matter to worry about, and he can immerse himself in the Hundred Refining Techniques with more concentration. For Yuan Bingqi, nothing makes him feel more comfortable than this.
With no other choice, Blacksmith Qi had no choice but to recruit a few partners from among the elite blacksmiths, including Blacksmith Tang who had taught Jiang Lin how to harden.
He is calm and patient, and is also one of the suitable candidates for the master.
The only bad thing is that he is not as skilled as Zhao Yankui and his methods are tough enough to suppress others.
That is to say, Jiang Lin is still in the South Blacksmith Camp. If he leaves, there will probably be chaos here soon.
When they arrived at the Foundry Department, the craftsman Yu Maoming, deputy craftsmen Yuan Gaohao, Zhao Yankui and others had been waiting for a long time.
What surprised a few people in the South Blacksmith Camp was that there were actually several people from other Blacksmith Camps participating in the Master Master Competition this time.
Those few people now looked a little embarrassed, looking at each other vaguely.
They all said that they would never go to the South Blacksmith Camp like Yuan Bingqi, only to turn around and come to participate in the master chef competition.
Zhao Yankui walked over with a smile and took the initiative to say hello, without any airs of deputy chief craftsman.
Jiang Lin and others stepped forward and bowed with Yu Maoming and other assistant craftsmen.
For ordinary blacksmiths, Yu Maoming and others may be a little more assertive, but for Jiang Lin, they have no such idea at all.
I learned from Zhao Yankui that Jiang Lin could easily use ordinary iron to forge middle-grade fourth-grade iron weapons, and even reforged upper-grade second-grade or even first-grade weapons for many military attachés in the Nanling Camp.
No one in the Foundry Department dared to look down on him anymore. Even Yan Tianrong, the secretary, took the initiative to come over and smile at Jiang Lin.
"Master Jiang is young and promising. In my opinion, you don't need to compete. You have the position of master master of Nanjiangyingying."
Everyone else thought the same way. With Jiang Lin's skill level and his prestige in the South Blacksmith Camp, there really was no need to compare.
The reason why they called him here was because Yu Maoming and others wanted to see with their own eyes how capable this young blacksmith was.
It is simply appalling to use mortal iron to make medium-grade fourth-grade iron tools.
However, on the surface, the main focus is still on the evaluation of masters, and Jiang Lin's skill display must be put in the back.
"Sirger Zhao didn't tell us earlier that there were so many outsiders coming to participate in the competition." Blacksmith Qi complained in a low voice.
What I thought was a sure thing turned out to be unexpected.
Zhao Yankui said: "Why, are you afraid that you can't compare with them?"
"That's not..."
"Then what else is there to say? The rule is that everyone can come and participate in the competition." Zhao Yankui paused and then said: "The Secretary has said that three more masters will be added to the South Blacksmith Camp, excluding Jiang Lin, you still have four spots to fight for, so you won’t be able to get in at all.”
Several people who said this were a little unconvinced. Even if the others were master masters, it didn't matter. I was an elite blacksmith in the South Blacksmith Camp, so I might not be worse than them!
Besides, if they can't compete for the position of master master in the Southern Blacksmith Camp, wouldn't it become a joke?
For a time, several people were working hard and planned to compete in this competition!
Just like the regular tests, the masters' evaluation also tests their skills, and the overall process is roughly the same.
Jiang Lin was called to the side by Yan Tianrong, and someone moved a chair for him. He smiled and said, "Master Jiang is just here to watch. We just happened to talk, so as not to be too boring." Jiang Lin knew in his heart that Mr. Si Wu I have always wanted to win over myself, so I took advantage of the situation and said: "Thank you for your love."
"Hey, it should be. Anyone who has contributed to the Foundry Department should do this."
Yan Tianrong chuckled and asked casually about Jiang Lin's hometown, how many people in the family were doing, and whether he needed any help.
Although the Foundry Department is far away in Kyoto, it occasionally has dealings with officials from various places because of weapons matters.
Even if they don't know each other, for the sake of Forty-Eight Division, they will give him some face.
Jiang Lin responded one by one, saying that his family was doing well and there was nothing that needed special care.
This was tantamount to politely rejecting Yan Tianrong's favor, but Lord Siwu was not angry, knowing in his heart that if Jiang Lin was willing, he could be "taken away" by some powerful forces at any time.
Those people were not something he, the eighth-grade secretary, could offend.
What's more, there is a Nanling camp behind Jiang Lin. He would only touch that brow when he got tired of living.
Regarding Jiang Lin, Yan Tianrong now wants to win over Jiang Lin if he can. If he really can't win over, he still wants to maintain a good friendship.
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When the two of them were chatting but not talking, the competition over there had already begun.
Yuan Gaohao and Zhao Yankui walked side by side to inspect the performance of everyone's skills.
Glancing at Yan Tianrong, Yuan Gaohao said with a low smile: "I'm afraid Mr. Zhao is going to be very happy now, right? The apprentice can sit next to Mr. Siwu and talk and laugh."
"Of course. With such an apprentice, I, Zhao Yankui, will not live my life in vain."
Zhao Yankui had no intention of hiding it. The higher Jiang Lin's status, the happier he was.
Once the apprentice has mixed up, the master will be honored.
More than half an hour passed, and everyone present finished their work almost at the same time.
Yan Tianrong smiled and said: "Master Jiang, let's go and have a look together?"
Jiang Lin hummed and stood up.
Arriving in front of the inspection table, Yu Maoming bowed his hands and saluted, saying: "I'm telling you, Mr. Secretary, that this time the master chef evaluation was completed within the specified time limit, and the quality is about to be verified."
Yan Tianrong nodded slightly, then looked at Jiang Lin and said, "It would be better for Master Jiang to do this effect."
Everyone looked over. Normally, even if Yan Tianrong didn't comment personally, Yu Maoming should do it.
But now Jiang Lin, a young man, is put in charge, and the importance he attaches to it is evident.
Blacksmith Qi and others looked at each other and showed joy.
If you are judged by your own people, can you still win?
Although the masters from other battalions had complaints in their hearts, they did not dare to contradict him face to face. They could only look at Jiang Lin bitterly, hoping that he would not act against his conscience.
Jiang Lin knew that this was an offending job, but he had no intention of shying away from it.
Come over and pick up the weapons on the table one by one to inspect them.
After a while, he put down his last weapon and said, "Sir, I have finished reading."
"Well, what's the result?" Yan Tianrong asked.
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