June on Planet Tri was still refreshing, which was a real treat for Lian Han, who had spent six or seven years on Planet Muluo. You see, in the summer on Planet Muluo, it was like being roasted by fire outside. Apart from the residents' homes, the only place that was relatively cool was the forest.

"Where should we go first?" Lian Han asked as they walked out of the Star Harbor.

[No. 1349, Baihe Street, Yuhua District.] Old Xing reported the address.

[Oh.] After agreeing, Lian Han couldn't help but ask, [What do you want me to prepare that for?]

Even if you prepare it, it's still broken.

[I'll take it to get it repaired.]

Lian Han paused for a moment, then said, "Tsk! With that level of damage, the repair costs would almost be enough to buy a new one."

[That's how it is elsewhere, but not necessarily here.] Old Xing said calmly, [You don't know where you are, do you?]

[Terry Star, also known as the Star of Sin, belongs to a gray area that the Federation doesn't even care about.] Since she was coming here, she naturally did her research.

[On the Star of Sin, strength is the most valuable thing. But we won't need it on this trip; you can go to that place first.]

In the cramped room, the woman sat at the table, carefully drawing blueprints under the dim light.

"Master, we have a guest."

A mechanical beep sounded, and the woman paused, hesitated for a moment, then put away the half-finished drawing, took a mask from the side, put it on, and left the bedroom, saying, "Please."

With the owner's permission, the AI ​​assistant Xiaoyuan, connected to the apartment management system, opened the door and invited the guest in.

The cramped bedroom was matched by an equally dilapidated living room: a chipped coffee table, badly peeling paint on the sofa, old-fashioned energy-saving light bulbs, and a cleaning robot. Typical slum setup. But aside from that, it was relatively clean.

"Sister Yuan, business is here!"

"Colin's here, please have a seat." The woman, wearing a black mask, smiled at the two of them.

Like her, he also likes wearing masks? Lian Han became more interested.

Colin, a burly man nearly two meters tall, was already familiar with the woman. He didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the sofa. But after seeing the woman go into the small kitchen, he quickly said, "I had some tea before I came. You can just make me a cup."

"knew."

Five minutes later, the woman came out with tea, and only then could Lian Han see her clearly. She wore a very worn black uniform, and although a black mask covered her face, only her eyes held a look of world-weariness.

"I am Yuan Yuan. May I ask how you should address me, Miss?"

Lian Han raised an eyebrow. The woman's voice was calm, not one she preferred, but the elegance emanating from it puzzled her. Was this the aura that the Star of Sin could cultivate?

"My surname is Lian."

As Lian Han answered, his gaze fell on the coffee table, where there was only one cup of tea.

"Miss Lian."

"Sister Yuan, this Miss Lian wants something fixed. You're the most experienced person around here, so why don't you take a look?"

"What is it?"

"Ion energy converter".

Even as Lian Han spoke, he didn't forget to look at Yuan Yuan.

She arrived at the place Old Man Xing had mentioned earlier—a small shop. After explaining her purpose, she was led there. However, the place made her suspicious—even if a repairman wasn't well-off, surely he wouldn't live in a slum?

Are you sure you're not in the wrong place?

Then, Lian Han noticed that the woman's pupils contracted slightly when she heard the word.

"Repairing things is certainly possible. But the price starts in Federal Dollars, and you'll have to pay for the materials yourself. I'll also need to assess the extent of the damage."

Twenty thousand? Colin exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Yuan, you even..."

"As long as you can fix it, the money is negotiable." It was indeed much cheaper than what they were asking for in the capital city.

Yuan Yuan nodded, then looked at Colin, "Colin, you go back first. I'll come find you in a few days."

"You fix it properly, I'm not in a rush." ​​Colin got up and left.

"Let me see it first."

Are you sure we're here?

An ion energy converter—if you were to take this out, it might not fit in an entire room.

"Give it to me along with the storage box. Let me take a look first."

So we still have to watch it in the living room? Lian Han frowned.

Seeing that she didn't move, Yuan Yuan said, "Open the half-fold."

Lian Han was surprised and handed the palm-sized black box to Yuan Yuan.

Space storage boxes are spatial devices created by humans in the interstellar era using space folding technology, used to store items that are not suitable for carrying. Similar products include space food boxes and space parcels, all of which serve storage purposes.

The storage box in front of her, no bigger than the palm of her hand, had an internal space of at least one hundred cubic meters. Even if Yuan Yuan wasn't familiar with the market for spatial equipment, she knew that the internal space and the size of the box were closely related to its price. The larger the internal space and the smaller the external appearance, the higher the price.

Another ion energy converter, another expensive storage box—Miss Lian—Yuan Yuan remained expressionless, but her vigilance had already increased.

Yuan Yuan slowly channeled her mental energy into the storage box, and using her knowledge, she quickly located the spatial hub and carefully rotated it.

It was impossible for Lian Han not to be surprised as he watched the box slowly grow bigger.

Opening a storage box usually only requires pressing an external switch. However, the semi-folding opening that Yuan Yuan is doing now is a special operation for mechanics, opening the storage box halfway or even smaller. She doesn't know the principle behind it, but the difficulty—she certainly can't do it, and neither can an ordinary mechanic.

"It's covered in dust. How many years has this thing been unused?" After inspecting it, Yuan Yuan rattled off a series of technical terms, "Black gravel, Singer's repair kit, silica gel knife... Did you buy these items yourself, or what?"

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