"Anyone who does this is really desperate."

The people around were talking about it, shaking their heads and walking away, as if looking at it any longer would make them poorer. However, just when everyone was dismissive, a figure suddenly jumped out from the corner, carrying a glimmer of crazy hope -

"I want to apply for this position!" Xiang Fan almost sprinted to the window, his eyes bright astonishingly.

The staff member was startled by his reaction and was stunned for a second before asking, "Are you... sure?"

"Sure!" Xiang Fan nodded heavily, fearing that the other party would regret it the next second.

The staff member looked at him silently, thinking that this guy must be crazy because of poverty. But since there were no other candidates, he didn't bother to interfere and simply handed him a form: "Fill in your information and then go for the interview."

The interview took place at a remote maintenance station within the Qixing Group. It was completely different from the high-tech buildings at the group's headquarters. The wreckage of discarded mechas was everywhere, and the air was thick with the stench of oil and the burnt smell of psychic energy. It didn't look like a place suitable for human habitation.

The interviewer sitting in the makeshift office was a middle-aged, bearded monk named Han Bo, his brow etched with the fatigue of a long, late night. He casually flipped through Xiang Fan's resume and, upon seeing the words "Ninth Level Qi Training," frowned.

"Ninth level of Qi training?" Han Bo raised his head and looked him up and down. "What relevant experience do you have?"

Xiang Fan was so nervous that his palms were sweating. "I... I once repaired a mecha in Lingxiao Sect's mecha class..."

"Tell me more clearly, what mecha?" Han Bo asked casually, his tone a bit perfunctory, obviously not holding high expectations.

"Uh, that's it, the basic Qi training level... the basic mecha." Xiang Fan stuttered, his voice getting smaller and smaller, for fear of being kicked out.

Han Bo rolled his eyes. "That's it? Did you know that this position deals with scrapped mechas every day? They either explode or short-circuit. Sometimes, while repairing them, you might even become part of the maintenance."

Xiang Fan shuddered at what he said, but still said bravely: "I... I'm not afraid! And I really like mechas, I can learn!"

Han Bo looked at his determined attitude and said nothing for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "Forget it. Since you are so persistent, go take the written test first. We can talk about it after you pass it."

The written exam was held in a room filled with scrap parts. The questions on the screen were all about the principles of basic mechas and the application of psychic rune circuits. Xiang Fan was a little nervous at first, but when he actually saw the questions, he felt at ease.

He knows all these things.

Although his cultivation level had been stagnant during his time in the Lingxiao Sect, his theoretical knowledge was truly at the "full cultivation" level. After all, when he had nothing else to do, he loved to spend his free time in the library researching various mechas, and he even secretly cracked the codes of some advanced mechas in the Spirit Realm battlefield.

He quickly tapped on the keyboard, completing the complex rune logic, accurately answering all the calculation problems, and even adding some optimization suggestions.

After submitting the test paper, he waited quietly.

When the results appeared in front of Han Bo, the exhausted middle-aged monk was stunned for three seconds. Then he frowned and looked at Xiang Fan, then looked down at the glaring results on the screen.

"Written test score: full marks."

Han Bo blinked, thinking he had seen it wrong, and checked it carefully again, then couldn't help but sigh: "This kid...isn't he cheating?"

He casually took out the test paper and looked through it, and the more he looked, the more surprised he was.

Not only is there no cheating, but the solutions to many questions are even simpler and more efficient than the standard answers!

Han Bo couldn't help but look up at Fan with a subtle look in his eyes: "Boy, are you sure you are only in the Qi training stage?"

Xiang Fan scratched his head and said modestly, "Uh... maybe I'm just lucky?"

Han Bo's mouth twitched, and he thought, if this kid is "lucky", then should all the foundation-building engineers of Qixing Group resign collectively?

He pondered for a moment, and finally said helplessly: "Okay, considering your good written test score, you will start work tomorrow and report to the maintenance department."

When Xiang Fan walked out of the Qixing Group's maintenance station with the letter of appointment, it was already completely dark. The city of Ranxing was brightly lit, the night sky was full of lights, and the light of the Psychic Tower shone on him.

He looked at the thin piece of paper in his hand, feeling mixed emotions.

Low wages, dangerous jobs, and an uncertain future...

But, at least, he had a job to make a living.

He took a deep breath, looked up at the strange city, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's going to get better, right?