Starting Cultivation in Wasteland

The sound wave flaw detector isn't very large, but even so, an average-sized repair shop usually doesn't have one.

In the end, it's all because people's lives in the Wasteland are cheap; if a part is broken, just replace it. How big of a deal is it if there's a flaw?

Recently, since the cold wave hasn't come, the pressure on the maintenance masters has reduced a lot.

And among the adventurers coming from other places, there are also maintenance masters who have taken on some repair jobs.

This woman always suspected Qu Jianlei was overcharging but could never find the right person.

Yesterday, she finally found a maintenance master in the city, the one wearing the greasy sleeve covers.

When this person heard someone had detected a flaw in the main shaft of the Cleaner Type Three, they asked what kind of sound wave flaw detector was used.

Flaw detectors aren't cheap to begin with, and the higher the grade, the more expensive they are.

The hefty man and the woman recalled for a long time, describing various tools from that time—none seemed particularly professional.

This maintenance master got angry. Colleagues are rivals, and having a half-baked person overcharge at his doorstep was too much to tolerate.

So early this morning, he came to inquire.

Qu Jianlei looked at him suspiciously when he spoke; normally, Flower Scorpion would handle such external negotiations.

However, she didn't understand mechanical repair.

So Qu Jianlei straightforwardly refused, "None of your damn business!"

The one wearing sleeve covers turned dark-faced, "Then you're suspected of fraud. Do you know what crime that is?"

Suspected of fraud... Qu Jianlei glanced at Spencer and bluntly said a word, "Scram!"

This scam artist, who knows how many people he's cheated, and now you're talking about fraud with me?

The maintenance master's face sank, "Do you believe I will report you to the city... have you considered the consequences?"

"Knock it off," Cindy couldn't hold back anymore; she was quite familiar with these situations, "You want to report without evidence, do you own the settlement?"

The maintenance master glanced at her with an indescribably odd expression in his eyes.

"No way," Spencer got anxious and couldn't help but shout. He was very familiar with these matters.

"Old hand, he only needs to casually set up a good main shaft, and that'll count as evidence!"

"Damn it..." Cindy felt like cursing, "Zhou Six Residence Area, is it all filled with this kind of stuff?"

Qu Jianlei stared at the maintenance master, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and slowly asked, "As a maintenance master, can you do something so dirty?"

There is a kind of ethics called professional ethics. For example, finance people can't mess with money, or they'll ruin their careers.

The same goes for maintenance masters. Embezzlement or robbery aren't considered major crimes. They can return to their jobs after serving time.

But if they tamper with their professional work, once their reputation is damaged, there's no going back.

The one with the greasy sleeve covers blushed at those words—those who rely on skill usually care about their reputation.

Because of work, he knew some people from the underworld and hesitated about falsely accusing the other. It's not hard to do.

But if he really did that, he would tarnish the profession he works in.

So he hesitated a bit before replying, "If you can't prove you're not a fraud, then don't blame me for being rude!"

Danger flashed in Flower Scorpion's eyes, "Are you threatening us to prove our innocence?"

Spencer added quietly from the side, "It's just professional jealousy... it's tough to work in a legitimate business."

He was into shady deals, and while there was competition among peers, they usually stressed cooperation since they all worked in the shadows.

Another middle-aged man couldn't hold back, lightly coughed, and said, "I have no intent to falsely accuse, just want to verify the truth."

Cindy coldly interjected, "In what capacity are you verifying the truth?"

The man replied in a deep voice, "My name is Geng Shougong. I'm in charge of managing and certifying maintenance masters in the whole settlement."

Repair shops form their own systems; it's not easy to operate one.

The camps in the wild are mixed with all kinds. Those small shops don't matter, and repair shops at supply stations need certified technicians.

This isn't simply out of consideration for the customers; the main aim of this system is for the settlement to have control.

People like Qu Jianlei, who don't run a shop but take occasional orders at home, are hard to manage. It's just a matter of mutual willingness.

Geng Shougong's words also indicated that the other party didn't come with the determination to ruin them but genuinely thought they encountered a fraud.

However, when it came to this part, it was Cindy's strong point, "How many A-level maintenance masters does Zhou Six have?"

"You're joking, ma'am," Geng Shougong answered seriously, "All the A-levels are at the General Settlement."

He expressed with some pride, "Zhou Six has a total of five B-levels, and two of them were certified by me!"

Being a B-level maintenance master is really impressive. Most settlements don't have more than three.

Cindy remembered very clearly that when her deceased husband was around, Zhou San Residence Area only had two B-level maintenance masters.

One of them was already very old and close to dying, yet even so, they were highly regarded.

She thoughtfully looked at the man with sleeve covers, "This B-level... certified by you too?"

"He's only C-level," Geng Shougong responded calmly, "but it's been many years. B-level is just a matter of time."

Everything he said was quite reasonable, but Cindy shook her head, "A mere C-level, not qualified to question my boss."

"I am B-level," Geng Shougong pointed at himself and spoke seriously, "certified at the General Settlement... would you like to see the certificate?"

He could sense that the other party wasn't merely troublesome but also not someone inexperienced, so he needed to mind the rules.

Even though the books Qu Jianlei had read weren't aimless, Zhou Six Residence Area could genuinely be considered "reasonably orderly."