Wei Xiu assumiu a oficina de reparos da família e começou a compartilhar sua vida em transmissões ao vivo na internet. Não esperava despertar um sistema onde tudo pode ser consertado: bastava reparar qualquer coisa para receber recompensas. Assim, seu negócio começou a prosperar rapidamente. Durante uma transmissão, um fã no chat perguntou: “Você consegue consertar um tanque?” Wei Xiu pensou que era um Tanque 300, e respondeu sem hesitar. Mas jamais imaginava que o fã traria um tanque modelo 59 completamente destruído... A partir daí, os clientes ficaram cada vez mais inusitados. Força Aérea: “Meu caça furtivo está danificado, consegue restaurar a pintura?” Marinha: “Meu porta-aviões está enferrujado, pode recuperar sem deixar marcas?” Ministério da Ciência: “Minha máquina de litografia só tem um parafuso faltando, consegue consertar?” Wei Xiu reclamava, mas acabava atendendo a todos, pensando que não poderia aparecer um cliente mais absurdo. Até que, um dia, alguém que dizia ser do Departamento 749 bateu à porta. “Olá, nosso grande escudo de proteção nacional está faltando um pedaço. Você consegue reparar?”
“Boss, there’s a part of me that breaks after just three minutes. Can you fix it?”
“I don’t feel a spark with her anymore. Can you fix that?”
“My brain’s broken. Can you fix it?”
On the Soundwave streaming platform—
As Wei Xiu tightened the final screw, the audience erupted into their usual antics.
On the live stream, Wei Xiu handed the kettle back to the old man.
“I’ll charge you ten yuan.”
The elderly man gratefully pulled out a ten-yuan note, placed it on the table, and left with a contented smile.
Viewers, seeing Wei Xiu’s modest fee, immediately declared him a man of conscience.
“Wow, that took ages—ten yuan doesn’t even cover the labor.”
“If Wei isn’t in this town, it might as well fold.”
“Maybe this is the meaning of live streaming!”
“May good people lead peaceful lives.”
“Can you make enough for rent in a day?”
“With prices like that, he must be strapped for cash.”
Wei Xiu couldn’t help but laugh at the barrage of comments about his fees.
To be honest, with the current popularity of the shop, he only made three to four hundred a day. After rent and expenses, it wasn’t enough to live on. Yet he persisted in running his repair shop.
Why?
Because he was kind.
And—he had his System Bro.
A glint flashed in his eyes.
Wei Xiu entered his system.
[Everything Can Be Repaired System]
[Welcome back, Host]
Half a year ago, Wei Xiu had crossed into this parallel world. The first thing he noticed upon waking up was that a certain part of his body had grown a