Chapter Seventeen: Repair

  The car repair master was a man with dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, covered in grease, looking over fifty years old.

  He is under the car repairing a Hummer.

  Yang Yunqiu took a few glances, rolled up her sleeves, swept her eyes over the pile of tools, and handed over a 24mm wrench.

  The master was taken aback and looked at Yang Yunqiu in surprise, then immediately took over the wrench to continue working.

  At first, those apprentices were all snickering on one side, but before long, they couldn't laugh anymore.

  This delicate and refined-looking young man, with a scholarly air about him, surprisingly has some real skills. Without needing his master to say a word, he can always accurately anticipate what tool is needed next and hand it over at just the right moment, his timing impeccable, not a fraction of a second off, always allowing his teacher to work in the most comfortable posture.

  Two people working together, efficiency increased by more than double.

  It's unbelievable that this young man, who was new to the job and had never inspected the car being repaired, could achieve what he has today.

  They naturally didn't know that the doll had already been repaired and all the damaged parts had been fixed.

  After more than an hour of tinkering, this crashed and almost completely wrecked car started smoothly, with only the exterior appearance left to be restored.

  The master washed his hands, looked Yang Yunqiu up and down several times, and finally laughed loudly: "Okay, you're a good seedling. You can follow me to work. It's okay if you come only at night. We have more work to do at night. I'll give you 2,000 yuan in wages first, and then add more later."

  A group of apprentices were in an uproar when Yang Yunqiu arrived, bringing nothing but his ID card. He didn't have any professional technical certificates or anything like that, hadn't attended a car repair class, and even claimed he wanted to study, saying he might not have time during the day.

  Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this.

  However, thinking of the tacit understanding between that kid and their master earlier, everyone else also let it go.

  Yang Yunqiu's work is really nothing to pick on, in just two days, Master Fu was very at ease with him repairing and replacing vehicles that weren't too seriously damaged, as for replacing parts or repairing the exterior shell and other small tasks, he didn't even need to lift a hand.

  This is nothing, Yang Yunqiu's biggest gain was still car modification.

  Master Fang is a master of car modification, and his work is scheduled until next month. This time, he took in an apprentice who met his expectations, and also had some show-off thoughts, so he pulled Yang Yunqiu to work while explaining things to him.

  Yang Yunqiu's theoretical knowledge and hands-on skills are very strong. In the past, when he was in the village, he also repaired tractors. But truly getting his hands on a luxury car is an entirely different feeling. He felt that after just one day of work, his understanding of refining equipment had new insights, and vague things became clear.

  Although it's not enlightenment, it's similar in essence.

  Wa Wa insisted that his epiphany was not due to his intelligence, but rather related to his merits. The more merits he accumulated, the more he felt that everything went smoothly for him, as the old saying goes, this person has good fortune.

  Yang Yunqiu did not refute it either. Anyway, she was already used to the doll emphasizing the importance of merits every day by all means.

  In his view, every step he takes in daily life is a practice, and as long as he keeps taking steps, there's no need to be too tense.

  What captivates him is the great enjoyment gained from every step taken in his practice, rather than necessarily requiring a specific outcome.

  The doll actually hopes that he can reward good and punish evil, make the wicked suddenly repent, and say that this is a merit. Yang Yinqu also wishes to make this great vow. If it can make the world's injustice gradually decrease, and also allow oneself to enjoy happiness, and have only benefits for anyone or anything in the world, then such cultivation would be the ultimate goal, and he probably wouldn't feel regretful either.

  Yang Yunqiu was learning with great enthusiasm, but the other apprentices couldn't help but look down on their master for being so fond of a newcomer.

  In fact, the money that can be earned from repairing cars is far less than that from modifying vehicles. Only the wealthy can afford to modify their cars, casually throwing out hundreds of thousands of yuan as if it's nothing. More than half of the apprentices who come here to work are attracted by the master's skills in modifying cars.

  It's a pity that the two sides are far apart in terms of level, doing this kind of technical work, whether or not you have the skills can be seen at a glance, if you're capable then you're capable, if not then you're not, and there's no use trying to argue about it.

  It happened to be the weekend, so Yang Yunqiu simply stayed at the repair shop and didn't go back. As soon as it was dawn, he got up and opened the door.

  The result was that the gate opened wide and a pungent smell rushed out.

  It's another smoggy day.

  These days the weather is also inexplicable, the whole day is shrouded in thick fog, and the air quality is poor to the point of being deadly.

  To know the environment of Nanshi, although it can't be said to be good nationwide, it is absolutely not at the worst level.

  Yang Yunqiu took out a pink hat and put it on her head.

  As soon as he put it on, his complexion improved a lot, and the gloom in front of him seemed to be swept away in an instant. The sunshine spilled over, making the earth lovable.

  It's not that he loves the color red, but rather the ritual array to dispel haze and evil spirits requires cinnabar as a material, which is mixed with other materials, diluting the color, yet still leaving a hint of red, making it more pleasing to the eye than if it were all red.

  The hat is not as effective as the pink silk umbrella he used to use, which could block wind and rain, shade from the sun, and better prevent sandstorms. It can also dispel fog, but it's not very convenient to hold while working.

  After exercising her limbs, Yang Yunqiu was about to go to the garage to see if she could pick out useful parts from the old vehicles to practice her hands when she heard a commotion not far away.

  He had good eyesight and when he looked up, he saw a man in a suit clinging to the door of a car, refusing to let the tow truck take it away.

  Judging from the appearance, it's still a police car, just a Santana. The entire front of the car is dented, one door is dangling and almost falling off, clearly it has been scrapped to the point where there's no value in repairing it.

  Master Fang puffed on his cigarette, frowning in anger: "Sir, this car is beyond repair. Unless you return it to the factory and replace most of its parts, it's not worth fixing. You might as well buy a new one."

  The man didn't say a word and clung to the car door, refusing to let go.

  "Either you scrap it yourself or take it away, don't waste our time here."

  "It doesn't matter how much money it costs, as long as Master Fang can fix it... If even you can't do it, then no one in Nanshi will be able to repair it."

  After a long time, the man finally spoke up, his voice hoarse but firm.

  Master Fang's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he couldn't help but cry and laugh: "This car engine is scrapped, there are only a few intact parts, you don't want to replace any of them, and you still want me to fix it... Can I repair all the parts one by one and then assemble them again?"

  The man's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

  Master Fang was so angry that he almost smashed his head to death.

  Yang Yunqiu looked from afar and couldn't help but smile. He had always liked people with stories, and this man's love for a junk car must have a fascinating tale behind it.

  What a pity that Master Fang didn't have the leisurely and carefree nature of Yang Yunqiu, he was originally an impatient person, at this moment being entangled for so long, he couldn't wait to pick up a broom and drive people away.

  It's possible that this customer has a special status, so he didn't drive the person away, but got angry and turned his head, saying: "Hmph, I'm an old man with a big age gap, my physical strength is not good, I can't do this job, if you must repair it, let my apprentice come and fix it for you, even if it's just a rough fix, don't blame me."

  After finishing speaking, Master Fang beckoned Yang Yunque to come over.

  The man was taken aback, his eyes fixed on the car's surface, looking embarrassed, but in fact, he also knew that this car had no repair value at all. It was just that he himself was reluctant to give up and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Forget it, this car was given by my elder, not a single part can be replaced, let alone discarded."

  Yang Yunqiu nodded solemnly and did not decline: "Alright, you can watch from start to finish, I guarantee that not a single part will be missing."

  The man suddenly let out a breath and relaxed slightly, only then remembering to look up at Yang Yunqiu.

  His gaze fell on Yang Yun's clean and bright face, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was stunned.

  "...... His heartbeat has increased threefold!" The doll jumped onto Yang Yunqiu's shoulder and sat down, "This person's emotions are fluctuating greatly."

  He also felt that the guest in front of him seemed to be looking at someone else through him.

  "Do we know each other?"

  Yang Yunqiu suspected that the two people might know each other, after all, he had been running back and forth between Yan Guo and Earth for so long, perhaps some memories had become blurred.

  The guest hesitated for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, I don't know him, it's my mistake... Little master, when will this car be repaired?"

  "Now I'm idle."

  The guest hastily handed over a bank card and a business card: "My surname is Li, Li Zifeng. This is a deposit of 200,000 yuan. If you can fix it, there will be a heavy reward."

  Yang Yunqiu didn't decline, and threw the card and business card to the primary school apprentice, letting him take it to the finance department for reimbursement. Only then did he find someone to help tow the car to an empty garage.

  Fortunately, this place can still modify cars at ordinary times, and there are all kinds of tools. As for the various small parts that can only be replaced but not repaired, it's a big trouble for others, but in Yang Yunqiu's hands, it's nothing.

  He entered the garage, Li Zifeng was still absent-minded, and couldn't help but glance at Yang Yunqiu's face. When he saw him dismember his car with an electric saw in a matter of seconds, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost fainted from fright.

  Next to him, an apprentice who had come over to lend a hand couldn't help but laugh: "This car of yours is already dismantled, anyway it can't run even if you don't dismantle it. Look at that pile of parts over there, they're all from the Cayenne. The other day, Wang Yongze, the richest man in Nanshi, suddenly brought a 'Cayenne' over here and sold it to Little Yang for 100 yuan, telling him to handle it. The next day, he actually disassembled the Cayenne with such swift movements that I was almost scared silly."

  To know, that Cayenne had just been bought for less than a month, still a new car, although there was a dent on the body of the car, but it wasn't a big deal. At that time, a group of apprentices were almost mesmerized by the sight, and then they watched with their eyes wide open as Yang Yunqiu dismantled the car completely, not to mention others, even Master Fang wanted to strangle him to death.

  This kid had a confused look on his face and mumbled, "Wasn't it Master Fang who said that those scrapped vehicles can be dismantled at will?"

  A Cayenne that was bought less than a month ago has become a scrap car? Master Fang almost choked to death.

  However, after that, all the apprentices in the garage thought that Yang Yunqiu was pretending to be a pig eating a tiger, working here as a hobby, and he must be the son of a super-rich family.

  Looking at his delicate and tender appearance, he indeed looks more and more like that.

  Fortunately, Master Fang still took into account his cleverness and didn't drive him away.

  Yang Yunqiu went into the garage and didn't come out all day, from daytime to dusk, only hearing the sound of screeching and scratching coming from inside the garage.

  Once he starts working, he easily enters a state of complete absorption, ignoring everything else. Although they haven't spent much time together, everyone has already gotten used to it.