Chapter 00194: Professional Repairs
# Professional Repairs
Chapter 194
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 194: Professional Repairs
It was a pity.
Tong Zhuwu, who rarely paid visits, had come knocking on his door and even offered him a favor, asking for his help... and it wasn’t to hire him for an assassination?!
Though in this case, "pity" should probably be replaced with "of course."
Still, feeling a bit let down, Ji Jue couldn’t help but feel like he had missed out on some great material.
Fortunately, when Tong Zhuwu wasn’t being called "Tong Plant," he was quite considerate.
He didn’t spout any nonsense like "lend me your head for a moment."
Instead, he asked Ji Jue to take a good look at himself and refocus on his old trade.
Killing?
This man was the head of the Yacheng Security Bureau’s First Division.
When the bureau chief wasn’t around, he acted as the chief himself.
If he wanted to kill someone, he didn’t even need a knife, let alone ask for Ji Jue’s help.
You’re just a remnant, Ji Jue.
Why are you always thinking about fighting and killing?
Hurry up and get back to production, repairs, and creation!
"I’ve just acquired a batch of standard equipment from the Craftsmen Association, and some of it is damaged. I was hoping you could help me out and repair it."
"Is that all?" Ji Jue slapped his thigh after hearing this.
"You made it sound so serious. I thought you were asking me to assassinate the governor!"
"..."
Tong Shan’s expression immediately turned complicated.
Only then did Ji Jue realize something was off.
As everyone knew, the Second Division of the Federal Security Bureau handled public security, the Third Division took care of logistics, and the First Division was responsible for covert operations or the protection of important figures and events...
In a way, the man before him, Tong Shan, was essentially the governor’s bodyguard—and not just any bodyguard, but the head of the security detail, the one who knew the governor’s every move and all the classified information.
Oh no.
After all these years of running his mouth, he’d accidentally let it slip in front of the man himself!
Tong Shan looked at him helplessly for a long moment before letting out a sigh.
"... You’ve already had over a dozen accounts banned. You should really be more careful," he said earnestly.
"Last time during a governor’s meeting, he even asked who it was that kept cursing him online."
Ji Jue was shocked.
"I’m not the only one, you know!"
"Yeah, there’s also your brother."
Tong Shan’s expression grew even more complicated.
"Just this year alone, the two of you have had over forty accounts banned! If this keeps up, they might start banning your ports and IPs. It’s only because the North Mountain District is on good terms with you that they haven’t come knocking on your door for a 'chat.'"
Ji Jue glared, feeling both indignant and utterly wronged.
What’s wrong with cursing the governor?
Who in Yacheng hasn’t done it? Who hasn’t had a few accounts banned?
"It’s not like you’ve never been banned!"
"I haven’t."
Tong Shan answered firmly.
"I never curse people online."
Ji Jue gasped, looking at him in shock, disbelief, and admiration.
"I don’t do it in person either!"
Tong Shan felt like he was about to lose his hair, his blood pressure spiking.
You, Ji Jue, a troublemaker from out of town, and Lu Feng, a dangerous element under military surveillance, are one thing.
But the Tong family had deep roots in Yacheng.
Countless members of the family relied on their positions to make a living.
Though they had always kept a low profile and never openly flaunted their power, their subtle influence had permeated every aspect of Yacheng—finance, industry, public utilities, water, and electricity...
Without anyone noticing, they had become an indispensable force through the gentlest of means.
As the face of the Tong family in this generation, how could he possibly curse the governor? Not only would he never curse him, but even a slight frown or a cold snort outside the governor’s mansion could be interpreted as a sign of discord between the two sides.
It was a headache.
Though sometimes his fists did itch three, four, five, six, seven, or eight times.
But even if he despised the puppet-like behavior, he had no choice but to accept reality, accept the rules, and integrate into them.
The Tong family had risen because of these rules, so they had to maintain this order.
Their stance could never waver.
In a family full of gossip-loving troublemakers, only Tong Shan had the sense of responsibility to shoulder the burden, silently enduring everything, all while being sarcastically called "Tong Plant" by his sister.
The eldest brother had it rough.
"It’s not easy."
Ji Jue sighed sympathetically, patting Tong Shan’s shoulder to express his condolences.
Lou Feng, standing nearby, couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye.
That was a full set of high-end, custom-made fabric uniforms from the Central City! Couldn’t you at least wash your hands? You just smeared engine oil all over it! And left so many stains!
Tong Shan, aren’t you going to teach him a lesson? Aren’t you going to punch him a couple of times?
But no.
Tong Shan didn’t seem to care at all.
He sat on a dirty chair, loosened his tie, opened his collar, and leisurely sipped Ji Jue’s bowl of tea, casually discussing the recent movements at the outpost.
Including teams from various security bureaus across Haizhou, strange activities in Quancheng, remnants of the Heretic Cult, and other suspicious traces...
Only when the sound of wheels came from the distance did he sit up a little straighter, tighten his tie, and return to his usual stern and serious demeanor as the captain.
Soon after, a rickety, battered car came chugging over, full of holes and damage.
"Captain Tong, I’ve brought the stuff!"
The girl driving the car stuck her head out, waving excitedly at Tong Shan from afar.
But when she saw the scene before her, she couldn’t help but be stunned.
After the recent attack, the Recycling Management Department was in shambles.
Several walls had been knocked down by Ji Jue, and the place was littered with broken bricks and tiles.
Thick smoke was still billowing out of the workshop.
Ji Xue was momentarily shocked: Holy crap, did the Heretic Cult attack?
But soon, when she saw the craftsman Tong Shan had introduced, her expression changed.
"Captain Tong, this craftsman you’ve found... uh, he looks... really good."
Ji Jue smiled slightly, unbothered.
He could guess that she wasn’t complimenting his looks.
What she probably wanted to say was about his age.
He was too young, even younger than Tong Shan.
A young craftsman with no experience—how reliable could he be? Especially since the path of a remnant was one that heavily relied on experience and skill.
Typically, the older you were, the stronger you became.
Now, out of nowhere, a craftsman who looked about the same age as her, or even younger, had appeared.
Was this guy even trustworthy?
"Don’t worry. If he says he can do it, he can do it."
Tong Shan immediately understood her concerns and waved his hand.
Without needing to move anything, several large boxes floated out of the battered truck bed and landed in front of Ji Jue.
Inside were various worn and damaged tools.
The most important items were the protective suits, issued two per person to the advance investigation teams.
These suits were like long coats, with high collars that covered a person from head to toe.
Inside, they were lined with the emblem of the Twelve Virtues and numerous spiritual circuits and runes, forming a small protective barrier that maximally isolated the wearer from corruption and erosion.
In addition to their protective qualities, they were also quite durable, capable of withstanding ordinary bullets while allowing for ease of movement.
There were also masks for exploring heavily polluted areas, similar to common gas masks, except the filters inside were almost completely contaminated and unusable.
There were small containment devices for temporary camps, similar to the monkey versions Ji Jue had been dismantling lately, but more portable and with faster consumption rates.
There were also some ground mats, sleeping bags, and other tools, as well as electronic devices that had been contaminated and were malfunctioning.
Ji Jue understood immediately, though he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
"This isn’t much of a challenge."
It was a bit of a hassle, but who could argue with the efficiency of Non-Aggression combined with Divine Hands?
Such a small task—even if Tong Shan hadn’t asked, Ji Jue wouldn’t have refused, given his friendship with Tong Hua, that silly girl from the Time Ruins.
"No weapons?" he asked curiously.
"Uh..."
Ji Xue hesitated.
"The weapons are with A-Liu. They’ll be here soon."
Of course.
In this day and age, when dealing with someone for the first time, it was understandable.
Ordinary items could be replaced if they got damaged.
But weapons were the tools of survival.
How could they be handed over to a stranger for repairs?
Besides, the reputation of remnants...
Well, compared to ancient times, things had improved.
Not bad, not bad at all.
Ji Jue didn’t mind.
But Tong Shan suddenly reached out, his ring flashing slightly, and a neatly folded flag appeared in his hand.
He handed it over.
"Since you’re here late, you’ll have to wait in line. How about you take care of this one first?"
"Whoa!"
Before Ji Xue could stop him, Ji Jue had already taken the flag.
His eyes lit up as he marveled, "This is some good stuff!"
It was rare to see such a finely crafted blessed weapon.
Compared to the ransom money Ji Jue had scammed before, this was like comparing chicken feathers to a phoenix.
The craftsmanship was meticulous, the organization precise, and the coordination flawless.
The four phases complemented each other perfectly.
This was undoubtedly the work of a master!
A weakened version of Disintegration swept over it like a probe, and the internal condition immediately appeared in Ji Jue’s mind—a rare double-blessed weapon!
The "All Things Serve Me" from the Tianyuan lineage and the "Heaven’s Insight" from the Aether lineage.
"All Things Serve Me" maximized the use of the surrounding environment, allowing the chosen one’s interference and control to flow smoothly, whether dealing with tangible or intangible objects, all within the scope of influence.
"Heaven’s Insight," on the other hand, allowed the user’s consciousness and perspective to transcend the physical body, forming a 360-degree, unobstructed view within the range of spiritual influence, seeing everything clearly.
Paired with Tong Shan’s Tianyuan matrix and the Tianyuan signature telekinesis, it not only enhanced the effects but also greatly expanded the range.
This was clearly a weapon tailor-made for Tong Shan by a master craftsman!
"Incredible."
Ji Jue marveled.
Though it looked plain, a double-blessed weapon tailored for Tong Shan must have taken a lot of effort.
It probably took half a year just to make this.
The Tong family was truly ridiculously wealthy.
Ji Jue couldn’t even imagine how much it cost.
If he had the ability to make something like this, even a friend’s discount would cost a small fortune, with most of the expenses going toward materials and blessings.
The labor cost was negligible.
Tong Shan remained calm, but Ji Xue grew increasingly nervous, subconsciously leaning closer.
"Little master, can you handle it?"
"It’s just refurbishment and maintenance. No big deal. It’ll be done in a moment."
Ji Jue slung the flag over his shoulder and waved his other hand.
Mercury flowed out of the car, forming a small cart that followed behind him.
Just before entering the workshop, he suddenly turned back.
"Brother Shan, are the materials reimbursed?"
"Use as much as you need."
Tong Shan nodded.
"If we don’t have it here, just write me a list, and I’ll have it sent over."
"That’s great!"
Ji Jue’s smile widened like a wild dog let off its leash.
When you’re poor, you repair things the poor way.
When you’re rich, you do it the rich way.
If they were willing to invest, he could make a decent profit.
Even if he didn’t charge an arm and a leg, whatever was left over would still be his.
But such a rare opportunity to practice...
He pinched his chin, pondering, and suddenly asked:
"Want to upgrade it?"
(End of Chapter)