Chapter 519: Yang Yin Gets Drunk

Lu Cheng was a bit surprised; he had tried his best to hide his emotions, but Yang Yin still noticed.

Do women, in this regard, have a natural keen perception?

"It's nothing. Recently the Educated Youth have been returning to the city, causing a stir... Let's go, I'll take you to a nice place."

Seeing Lu Cheng shift the topic again, Yang Yin pursed her lips: "What nice place?"

Lu Cheng walked toward the Car Shed: "Why ask so many questions? I wouldn't sell you out anyway."

Yang Yin followed: "That's hard to say; you're the best liar. If you ever sold me, you'd probably be counting the money for me."

Lu Cheng pulled out a bicycle: "You do have a good sense of self-awareness, huh."

Yang Yin sat sideways on the rear seat, shifting her hips: "What does that mean?"

"Just admit you're stupid, that's all."

Lu Cheng gave a hard pedal, and the bicycle shot forward; Yang Yin, not seated firmly, quickly grabbed Lu Cheng's waist and twisted it at the waist joint.

"Sss— let go, let go..."

"You call me stupid! I'm actually clever."

…

The place Lu Cheng took Yang Yin to was the Iron Science Institute Research Institute.

Now he no longer has to deliver supplies and can return to regular work; Lu Cheng, the titular director of the Research Institute, can finally have time to take part in the Internal Combustion Engine Project development.

Yang Yin got off the bicycle: "Iron Science Institute Research Institute? This is the nice place you brought me to? I thought it would be a fun place."

Lu Cheng secured the bicycle and set a stern face: "Little miss, you're so playful. You should come to places with a strong political‑learning atmosphere more often, to strengthen ideological education and raise personal awareness.

Thoughts like your recent playful notion are individualistic hedonistic ideas; they must be revolted deep in the soul, fiercely battling selfishness in a flash…"

Listening to Lu Cheng's profound lesson, Yang Yin nodded, "mm-hmm."

"Understood, understood. We're all a single brick; wherever needed we move, we accept honor, and we face difficulty head‑on."

Lu Cheng raised his thumb: "See, we just entered, and your awareness has already risen. Doesn't it feel like a rebirth?"

Yang Yin kept nodding: "Yes, yes. From now on I'll study hard with Director Lu, striving to reach his level soon."

"Don't flatter me!"

Yang Yin gave a kick: "Just praising you a couple of lines makes you swagger; anyone can recite the quotes."

"Yo, isn't that our classmate Tangyuan? Rare guest."

Hearing the familiar voice, both turned around simultaneously and saw Zheng Guoping standing behind a office window, greeting them.

Lu Cheng pushed open the office door and shouted: "Comrade, I'm back!"

Yang Yin saw many old classmates here; she recognized most of them.

Especially Wei Shu, sitting in the corner with thick lenses, buried in studying blueprints; she knew him well, the campus's little encyclopedia.

"So you all came to the Research Institute; I thought after graduation you'd go to other units."

Zheng Guoping smiled and continued: "We do want to go to other units, but the key is Director Lu next to you won't let us leave."

When Yang Yin looked on puzzled, Lu Cheng slightly turned his body: "I gathered them here to help my development project; if the research doesn't succeed, no one can leave."

Yang Yin understood and shook her head: "You really have no shame; these classmates are the top talents of our school."

Gathering so many talents together forms a massive research force.

What amazed Yang Yin most was that any one of these talents could be fiercely contested by major enterprises and units.

Yet Lu Cheng managed to bring them all into the Research Institute.

She called Lu Cheng shameless on the surface, but inside she admired him.

Because attracting so many talents no longer relies solely on the Railway's generous Fu Chu Da Yu, it also requires strong personal charisma.

Yang Yin had witnessed Lu Cheng's charisma; on campus, Lu Cheng was a prominent figure.

Moreover, he wasn't stingy with money—treating others to meals, movies, funding classmates—many poor students had received his help.

Yang Yin believed that if Lu Cheng wanted, a single call could bring half the school over.

Lu Cheng patted the mountain of blueprints on the table; each was drawn by hand, proving how hard everyone had worked.

"While I was away, you all held up this Research Institute; Comrades, you've worked hard."

Zheng Guoping replied discontentedly: "Stop with the fluff; can we get something concrete?"

They're all classmates; no one will be polite.

Lu Cheng laughed and said: "No problem. To reward everyone, tonight I'm treating; let's go to a restaurant and have a proper feast."

Everyone immediately cheered.

Yang Yin muttered beside them: "You still call me a hedonist, look at you all getting excited at the mention of food and drink."

Lu Cheng asked: "Do you want to go?"

"Of course I'm going, I'm just a bit puzzled—how does your money seem endless?"

Treating so many to a restaurant costs a lot; even with Lu Cheng's Fu Chu Da Yu, he couldn't afford such spending.

Lu Cheng leaned over and whispered in Yang Yin's ear: "My family has a money‑printing machine."

Yang Yin turned her head aside, "Lying again!"

Actually, Lu Cheng's dinner invitation was to get a good grasp of the current progress of the Internal Combustion Engine Project.

During this period, no one came to the Research Institute; Zheng Guoping acted as Chief Commander, directing the Internal Combustion Engine Project development.

Fortunately there has been progress; with strong support from the Iron Science Institute, data is supplied, personnel assigned, and several difficulties have already been overcome.

At the dinner table, Zheng Guoping and Lu Cheng clinked glasses.

"Director Lu, now the final success is just a matter of time. Without relying on the old Russians, we can still produce our own internal combustion engine, and I believe it won't be inferior to other countries'."

Lu Cheng glanced at them; none showed a defeated look, all bore a forward‑charging spirit toward the future.

Even in such a setting, Wei Shu didn't drink; he kept a foreign document in his arms, picking up dishes with chopsticks and eating whatever he grabbed.

Since everyone knows his temperament, they simply keep swapping the dishes in front of him back and forth, trying to make him eat through them at least once.

Seeing this harmonious scene, Lu Cheng felt even more confident than they did.

With everyone so united, even the biggest obstacle ahead can be gnawed away piece by piece.

Yang Yin was also infected by the mood; she thought they were truly a lovely bunch, and although, like Lu Cheng, they speak in a completely off‑key manner, they are never sloppy when it comes to work.

"Come, cheers!" Yang Yin suddenly lifted the wine glass before Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng looked over and said, "What are you doing? This is wine."

Yang Yin puffed out her chest and said, "I know, I'm drinking wine."

"Because I'm so happy to see you all again; it's rare that everyone gathers like this today, and if we don't raise a glass to celebrate, we'd be betraying this precious fate and the joyous moment."

Saying that, Yang Yin leaned in and whispered, "I'll drink a bit for you, so you can drink a little less."

Before Lu Cheng could speak, Zheng Guoping shouted first: "Exactly, classmate Tangyuan said it well; we are all brothers, it's rare to gather together, today we should drink and be merry, not leaving until we're drunk."

Yang Yin raised her glass: "Right, we are all brothers; I'll go first, you all can have at will."

After speaking, Yang Yin tipped the cup of wine and, with a quick swallow, drank it all.

"Wow, so spicy…"

Everyone laughed; Zheng Guoping gave a thumbs‑up: "Great tolerance, heroic lady, quick, pour another cup for us brothers."

Lu Cheng wanted to intervene; his earlier cup was only about a liang or two, and Yang Yin, probably drinking for the first time, gulped it down in one go and was clearly stunned.

"Alright, Second, don't let her drink so much."

Just as Zheng Guoping was about to speak, Yang Yin cut in: "Why shouldn't I drink? You look down on people; I'm going to drink today, pour the wine!"

Lu Cheng was speechless; no matter how he tried to stop her, Yang Yin inevitably got drunk.

Looking at the collapsed Yang Yin, Lu Cheng's head throbbed terribly; how could he send her back?