Chapter 94 of 100

Chapter 94

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Mr. Liu didn't expect that Feng Yiping would take on this task again. Before he could stop him, Feng Yiping had already squeezed in, squatted down, and said to the repairman, "Even if other parts are fine, the more you pull, the more air there will be in the cylinder, making the fuel mixture thinner, which makes it harder to start, right?"

The repairman was already annoyed. Hearing this from a little kid, he waved his hand, "You're so smart, why don't you fix it then?"

If you want me to, I'll do it. How big of a deal is it?

He walked to the back, skillfully removed the spark plug, and tried pulling the starter. The rotation was normal, indicating no problem with the cylinder, thus ruling out the most difficult cause.

He then touched the spark plug to the cylinder head and pulled the starter. A blue spark appeared at the front, indicating that the electrical circuit was also fine. At this point, he had a good idea of what was wrong.

Director Ye hadn't had time to stop him yet. Seeing this student from another school already working on it and looking quite skilled, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. He waited on the side, treating it like a last-ditch effort—maybe it would work.

Feng Yiping turned his head, removed the air filter, and then prepared to take apart the carburetor. The repairman, who had been standing by to watch the show, stopped him, "What are you doing? Do you know what this is? Do you know how much it costs?"

Of course, I know. Japanese generators aren't cheap these days. This 5-kilowatt one is more expensive than Cai Lei's motorcycle. The parts are also very expensive. The carburetor and voltage regulator each cost over a thousand yuan. Altogether, the parts-to-whole ratio is at least 500%.

"How long has this generator been unused?" Feng Yiping asked, stopping for a moment.

"Only during the New Year, what's the problem?"

"Did you drain the fuel from the carburetor after the last use?"

The repairman mumbled, which meant he hadn't.

"The reason is simple. The fuel wasn't drained, so the orifices in the carburetor are now clogged. It needs to be taken apart and cleaned."

Hearing his confident explanation, the repairman was hesitant. According to regulations, the remaining fuel in the carburetor should be drained if the generator is not used for a long time. This was his responsibility, and he hadn't done it.

Moreover, he had no idea how to handle the carburetor. He could take it apart, but he definitely couldn't put it back together, let alone clear the orifices.

If he couldn't fix it, and a kid did it in a few minutes, how would he explain it to his boss? Was he worse than a kid?

On the contrary, if he dragged his feet and didn't fix it, he would have an easier time explaining to his boss later. After all, it wasn't the carburetor's fault, and it would be easy to make it seem like something else was wrong.

However, there were plenty of smart people, especially in a school setting. Director Ye probably saw through his thoughts. He pushed the repairman aside and said to Feng Yiping, "You go ahead. The generator is borrowed, and I'm responsible."

"No problem, I'll fix it in five minutes."

Feng Yiping started to take apart the carburetor. Mr. Liu squeezed in and whispered, "Are you sure? Don't be too proud!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Liu. During the summer vacation, I helped fix an identical one in the provincial capital," Feng Yiping said, making up an excuse.

He quickly disassembled the carburetor and the float chamber. He blew into the orifices, and sure enough, they were clogged.

The repairman had been standing by the whole time. Now he wanted to help. "These small holes, should we find a needle or a thin wire to clear them?"

Amateurs always say such things. This time, it was Feng Yiping's turn to ignore him, too lazy to explain.

He soaked the carburetor in gasoline to clean it. Without other tools, he relied on his lung capacity. After clearing the orifices, he reassembled the carburetor, installed it back on the generator, connected the fuel line, reinstalled the air filter base, and checked the oil level, which was normal. Then he stepped on the generator stand, pulled the starter rope gently, and the flywheel turned smoothly, starting with a "dudududu."

"Ha," Director Ye sighed in relief. "Oh," the students watching immediately cheered, and the students from Liangjiahe High School even clapped.

Feng Yiping listened for a while, confirming that the operation was normal. He checked the voltage meter, which was also normal, and then pressed the power switch. The lights in the first-floor classroom lit up.

"Thank you, classmate!" Director Ye, without caring that Feng Yiping's hands were dirty, pulled him toward the guard room. Feng Yiping turned to the repairman and said, "Put the air filter back on, can you do that?"

The repairman nodded, blushing.

Mr. Liu followed, boasting, "Director Ye, this is a second-year student from our school."

"Oh, Mr. Liu, your school is great." Mr. Liu had asked him about the competition earlier that morning.

Director Ye led Feng Yiping to the guard room to wash his hands. The boy who had been punched by Feng Yiping followed a teacher. Director Ye was still enthusiastically pouring hot water for Feng Yiping when the teacher coughed, "Director Ye!"

"Hmm?" Director Ye turned around, "What's up?"

"There is something," the teacher glanced at Feng Yiping. The boy outside glared at Feng Yiping, his eyes full of malice.

Feng Yiping paid no attention, carefully washing his hands. He needed to clean the gasoline and oil thoroughly; otherwise, the test papers would smell of oil, which would annoy the examiners regardless of the content.

Before the teacher could speak, a car horn sounded outside. The boss had arrived! Director Ye said to Feng Yiping, "Feng classmate, right? Finish washing your hands and go to the classroom quickly. Wait for me after the exam, and I'll call your principal."

"Okay, Director Ye, you go ahead!"

Ignoring the teacher, Director Ye hurried out of the guard room to welcome the boss.

Feng Yiping washed his hands and rushed to the classroom with Mr. Liu. The student and the teacher were still standing at the door. Feng Yiping pretended not to see them, treating them as if they were air.

The teacher coughed again but, after some thought, said nothing. This wasn't his school's student, and a teacher was with him, so he had no right to scold him. Besides, the exam was about to start, and it wouldn't be right to stop a participating student. He decided to talk to Director Ye later.

Mr. Liu now looked at Feng Yiping with new respect. He had always had an impression of Feng Yiping, but it was just that he had written a few novels. Now, after this day, he saw that the boy was mature and handled people and situations well, no wonder Wang Yumin held him in high regard.

Mr. Liu smiled and said to him at the classroom door, "Do your best in the exam. I'll take care of the other things."

He wasn't a dull person and understood the school dynamics. He had seen the teacher's expression when he went to talk to Director Ye, knowing that it was about the conflict with Feng Yiping.

"Thank you, teacher."

The exam hadn't started yet, but everyone was already seated. Feng Yiping found his seat. Many of the students had seen him fix the generator. Some thought he was showing off and didn't like him, watching coldly. Others smiled and nodded at him. A third-year student from Liangjiahe High School in the first row even turned around and gave him a thumbs-up.

They were all students, the same age. In front of others, Feng Yiping's ability was also their group's ability.

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