rpbooks Chapter 3: The former boss spent money to beg Zhang Gang; sorry, I'm repairing a farming mech f
Chapter 3: The former boss spent money to beg Zhang Gang; sorry, I'm repairing a farming mech f
Lin Xian held the phone a little further away, his thumb hovering over the green answer button.
As soon as the call connected, the Mediterranean manager's shrill roar came through the receiver.
"Lin Xian, haven't you caused enough trouble?! Get back to the company right now!"
The manager stood in the computer room of the Shanghai headquarters, so anxious that he kept pulling out the few hairs he had left.
The company's core database crashed completely, and the screen was filled with flashing red code like a death knell.
His phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from major clients, who have threatened to send him a lawyer's letter if he doesn't fix the problem soon.
Lin Xian picked at his ear with his little finger, his tone as lazy as a cat that had just woken up.
"If I were sick, I would have gone to the neurology department. I would have quit my job long ago."
The supervisor took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and began to make grand promises.
"I know you're angry. Here's what you'll do: just come back right now and fix the system."
"I'll make the decision. I'll give you ten times the overtime pay, and you'll still be the outstanding employee next month."
Lin Xian looked at the large, lively grass carp in the bucket and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Ten times the overtime pay? That's not even enough to cover the fraction of what he earns from taking a nap back home.
"Keep that little bit of money of yours to buy yourself a nice coffin."
"I'm busy catching fish in the village right now. The river water is so cool and the air is so refreshing. I don't have time to smell the stench of your feet in the office."
"Oh, by the way, I've encrypted the core logic of that code. You'll never be able to crack it in your lifetime."
After saying that, Lin Xian decisively pressed the hang-up button and added the number to his blacklist.
In the server room in Shanghai, the supervisor listened to the beeping sound coming from his phone, then suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.
Lin Xian put his phone back in his pocket, completely unconcerned about the earlier incident.
Su Qinghan carried a bucket of water, her bare feet treading on the soft grass, and the two walked along the dirt road toward the village.
Not far ahead, the intersection was completely blocked by a group of people.
Several bulky cameras were set up in the middle of the road, with long microphones held in mid-air.
This is a rural experience variety show called "Celebrity Metamorphosis".
In the very center of the crowd, Chu Yiyi, a rising star, was wearing a rather unfashionable floral shirt.
Her face, which could drive countless otaku crazy, was covered in black engine oil.
A rusty old tractor was parked in front of her, its exhaust pipe still belching black smoke.
Chu Yiyi wiped her red eyes with the back of her hand, and the engine oil instantly smeared her face, making her look like a little cat.
"Director, what's wrong with this machine? I've been shaking it for half an hour and it still won't start."
The chubby director, sitting behind the monitor, held a megaphone and spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth.
"Yiyi, our main focus is on real hardship. If you can't get motivated, just cry a little longer. The audience loves that contrast!"
The loudspeaker's sound made Lin Xian's head throb.
He drove all night last night and now all he wants to do is get back to his room, lie down in bed, and catch up on some sleep.
Lin Xian strode forward and pushed aside several crew members blocking his way.
"Make way, a good dog doesn't block the way."
The stagehand was pushed and stumbled. He was about to get angry, but he was silenced by Lin Xian's cold and indifferent aura.
The director put down the megaphone and stared wide-eyed at the young man in the floral shorts.
"Which village are you from? Can't you see we're filming a show? Get out of here and don't ruin the footage!"
Lin Xian didn't even lift his eyelids, and walked straight to the dilapidated tractor.
Chu Yiyi stared blankly at the man who had suddenly entered the frame.
She sniffed, tears still welling up in her eyes.
"Will crying make this piece of junk start moving on its own?"
Lin Xian glanced at her, then reached into the toolbox next to him and pulled out a wrench covered in grease.
Just now, the "fully automated intelligent quantum tool blueprints" issued by the system had been automatically analyzed in his mind.
Although it was just an old-fashioned tractor, in Lin Xian's eyes, its structure was simpler than a child's toy car.
He lifted the scorching hot hood, the wrench in his hand becoming a blur of afterimages.
With a few crisp "click-clack" sounds, the misaligned gears and worn-out oil lines were instantly reassembled.
While others weren't looking, Lin Xian slipped a miniature energy core from the system's storage space into the fuel tank.
The whole process took less than a minute, so fast that even the camera didn't have time to capture his movements.
"It's fixed, go up and try it out."
Lin Xian casually tossed the wrench aside and dusted off his hands.
The entire room fell silent; everyone in the crew stared at him as if he were an idiot.
The director sneered, picked up the megaphone, and prepared to mock him.
Chu Yiyi, as if possessed, climbed into the driver's seat, gripped the steering wheel, and pressed the start button forcefully.
"Boom—"
A deep, violent roar instantly echoed throughout the entire village entrance.
This doesn't sound like a tractor at all; it sounds like the engine of a fighter jet about to take off.
A visible, eerie blue flame shot out from the exhaust pipe at the rear of the tractor.
The originally loose steel body automatically tightened and reassembled amidst a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.
The plow blades in front of them shot out, gleaming with a chilling metallic light.
Chu Yiyi screamed in fright and slammed her foot on the gas pedal.
This monster, which had been forcibly converted into a nuclear-powered farming mech, charged out like a tiger released from its cage.
The massive tracks rolled over the dry, hard farmland, sending mud flying, as smoothly as cutting tofu.
In less than ten seconds, the entire acre of land was plowed flat and smooth, leaving not a single weed behind.
The fat director's walkie-talkie fell into a muddy puddle with a "thud," and his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an ostrich egg.
The cameraman's hands were shaking so badly that the lens was completely out of focus.
All eyes in the room were fixed on the young man wearing floral shorts who was yawning.
Chu Yiyi hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and the tractor came to a steady stop on the edge of the field.
She turned her head and stared intently at Lin Xian through the car window, her eyes shining brightly.
Those pretty young male celebrities in the entertainment industry who wear makeup and cosmetics are not even worthy of carrying this man's shoes.
She casually ripped off the cumbersome floral shirt she was wearing, revealing a tight white tank top underneath.
Chu Yiyi jumped out of the driver's seat and ran over, completely ignoring the mud splashing onto her white sneakers.
"Master, do you need an apprentice? Someone who can sing, dance, and even serve tea and water!"
"I don't want to be a big star anymore, I want to learn how to repair tractors from you!"
Su Qinghan stood behind, carrying a bucket of water. The handle of the bucket left a deep red mark on her palm.
She slammed the bucket down on the ground, splashing water that soaked Lin Xian's trouser legs.
Lin Xian rubbed his sore shoulders, completely ignoring the enthusiasm of the top celebrity in front of him.
All he could think about right now was getting back to his big bed in the old house and lying down.
"If you're not interested, get out of the way."
Lin Xian bypassed Chu Yiyi and strode towards the old house.
He had only taken a few steps when village chief Wang Fugui came running out of the village, panting, carrying a tattered pipe.
He ran until he was covered in sweat, and his cloth shoes kicked up a cloud of dust on the dirt road.
"Lin Xian! Lin Xian, you're finally back!"
Wang Fugui stopped in front of Lin Xian, his hands supporting his knees as he gasped for breath.
Lin Xian stopped and looked at the old village chief, who had watched him grow up, with a puzzled expression.
"Uncle Fugui, why are you in such a hurry? Is the village on fire?"
Wang Fugui swallowed hard, pointed in the direction of Lin Xian's old house, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What's on fire? It's Teacher Xia!"
"Someone just saw Teacher Xia carrying a thick, bright red quilt and going straight into your bedroom!"