Chapter 171: Heading to Canada (Request Follow-Up!)

Qin Yun hadn't used his vehicle repair skills in a long time.

He moved the car to the workstation, powered it on, checked the dashboard, and realized it wasn't new—it was a used car.

"An 80,000-kilometer used Ferrari, damn it, a 2005 360 Modena, the whole car's worth maybe 600,000, and he dares to demand a million in compensation?"

Shen Hu spread his hands: "He showed me the invoice—it's for 1.2 million. The court only recognizes invoices."

Qin Yun was speechless—this was clearly a scam.

Without doubt, this man was a professional claimant.

Qin Yun didn't even need to dismantle the car—he was certain it had serious problems, and they were so well-hidden that Master Wang and Shen Hu hadn't noticed them.

He got out of the car and began a careful inspection.

After inspecting, he was even more speechless.

"Listen up, write this down."

Shen Hu quickly grabbed a notebook.

After Shen Hu was ready, Qin Yun pointed to the engine mount: "The car was previously in a collision, causing slight deformation of the engine mount and fine cracks in the cylinder block—barely visible to the naked eye. Use instruments to check later."

"Also, the engine cylinder seal is poor, and the camshaft timing actuator has a pressure leak."

"And the transmission—not just a stuck solenoid valve, but severe wear on the internal clutch plates. The odometer was definitely tampered with—it's far more than 80,000 kilometers."

"And… none of these were recent damages—you can trace them back easily."

"Demand the third-party inspection report from when he bought the car…"

Shen Hu stared at the notes, feeling crushed—doubting whether he was even fit to run this repair shop. Damn, they'd missed all these issues, while Qin Yun hadn't even opened much—just tapped and patted around and listed a dozen flaws.

If he didn't know Qin Yun's character and ability, he'd think anyone else here was just making things up.

"Perfect, damn it, fuck this bastard—now I've got this, I'll make him pay until he's bankrupt."

"Master Wang, you handle securing the evidence for the follow-up inspection."

Shen Hu handed the notebook to Master Wang, then slung an arm around Qin Yun's shoulders and walked him out.

By the time Zhang Chao, Jiang Bingbing, and Fan Chen arrived, it was already past six in the afternoon.

The moment they arrived, they mobbed him.

"You bastard, I knew something was off—turns out you actually pulled it off, you animal," Jiang Bingbing declared with fake outrage.

"Our class president Su, how could you be so pathetic?" Zhang Chao wiped fake tears, looking heartbroken.

"Use some force, did you not eat?" Fan Chen felt like he was gripping an iron rod as he held Qin Yun's arm.

Qin Yun "shook" slightly, effortlessly dislodging all three, then smirked: "What's this called? This is called true love finally pays off."

"Damn it, you succeed in your career and now in love too—how are we supposed to live?" Jiang Bingbing sat down, raised his bottle, and chugged it loudly.

After the laughter, Zhang Chao apologized to Qin Yun first—for accidentally revealing the truth last time, which led to Song Ya and Zhu Yan confronting him.

"It's fine," Qin Yun raised his glass. "The past is past. Song Ya is behind me. I don't blame her—we were just incompatible."

The four exchanged glances, then raised their glasses together: "To Class President Su—cheers."

"To Class President Su—cheers."

The gathering lasted until ten-thirty at night.

The next morning, he and Guo Yao were driven by a Douyin-provided car to Beijing Capital Airport; standing in the terminal, he took a photo and posted it on Weibo.

【Heading to Canada for a ten-day training camp with the production team】

As soon as he posted, comments flooded in.

"Qin Ye rested for four or five days—feels like he's been gone forever."

"The thought of Qin Ye going silent for so long makes me sad."

"Qin Ye represents China—crush those foreign devils."

"Raise our national prestige."

"Survival in the wild is Qin Ye's specialty—he'll easily make it to the last one."

"Does anyone know how long this survival show will last?"

"Above, it depends on who lasts the longest—if two people keep going, it goes on forever—there must be a final winner."

"Damn, so Qin Ye's return to livestreaming is indefinitely delayed?"

"Not worth it, not worth it—Qin Ye, don't you feel cheated?"

While he still had time, Qin Yun occasionally replied to comments, making the comment section even livelier—everyone wanted him to reply to them.

Soon, as the boarding announcement sounded, he closed Weibo and sent a WeChat message to Su Huan.

"I'm about to board—have you woken up?"

Su Huan replied instantly: "…………"

"Am I a pig? It's already ten and you're still asleep."

"Who knows? I heard online that women in love can't sleep at night—they overthink, which makes them unable to wake up in the morning."

Su Huan's face flushed red, feigning calm: "Who's thinking of you? Shameless—I'm working, do you understand working?"

"I didn't say you were thinking of me—I just said you overthink."

"…"

Qin Yun loved teasing Su Huan—he always made her happy, lost in the joy and unable to resist.

Su Huan sent him a "knife."

"Be careful, don't get hurt, okay?"

"Mm, don't worry—someone might get hurt, but never me."

They dawdled until the flight attendant reminded him—he ended the chat and powered off.

Beside him, Guo Yao felt deeply envious of Su Huan. A boyfriend who's strong, affectionate, successful, and still manages his emotions—where could you find such a person? I want one too.

Soon, the plane began to taxi.

After the plane took off and entered the stratosphere, Guo Yao asked softly: "Master Qin, do you have confidence in winning the championship?"

Qin Yun smiled: "Survival in the wild is unpredictable. If luck turns bad, I might be the first eliminated. As for the championship, I think everyone here is aiming for it—two million U. S. dollars isn't small change."

Guo Yao nodded. Though Qin Yun hadn't said it outright, she could tell he was utterly relaxed, as if he weren't here to compete but to collect money.

Guo Yao hadn't thought about the prize money at all.

Her goal was simple: survive as long as possible. Her initial target was fourteen days—enough for two episodes of the show, so she wouldn't have come for nothing.

If she got eliminated on day one, she'd lose all face; her Douyin followers would probably unfollow her.

So her pressure was still considerable.

As Qin Yun said, luck is a crucial factor in wilderness survival.

Qin Yun looked at her and encouraged: "Don't worry too much. I've watched your livestreams—your skills are sufficient. Unless things turn extremely extreme, you should handle them."

"Thank you, Master Qin," Guo Yao nodded, cheered up. "I felt the same myself, but your approval gives me more confidence."

There were no direct flights from Beijing to the destination; the production team arranged a dedicated vehicle, and this had already been reported to official authorities.

So over ten hours later, after exiting Vancouver Airport, the two were immediately driven to the training camp—this stretch was over two hundred kilometers, taking nearly three hours to reach.

When they arrived at the training camp, it was 11 a. m. local time, or 11 p. m. Beijing time—a full twelve-hour time difference.

They had flown from noon in Beijing to noon in Canada. It felt as if life had stretched longer.

The exact location of the training camp was unknown; entering it felt like arriving at an estate. It covered a vast area—according to the receptionist, it spanned two thousand hectares, over a hundred square kilometers.

After checking into their accommodations, he quickly saw people of all skin tones and production crew members.

"Hello, Qin, long time no see. Your last livestream was absolutely brilliant."

George Bryant spotted Qin Yun and Guo Yao and walked over immediately.

They embraced and greeted each other; he introduced them to some of the production team staff.

After the introductions, George said: "Honestly, this training holds little meaning for you."

Qin Yun quickly demurred: "George, you flatter me—I've only got a bit of experience."

At that moment, some contestants nearby gathered in small groups, each seeming friendly, with no hint of rivalry.

They also noticed the two new Asians, occasionally casting curious glances—mostly landing on Guo Yao.

After all, Guo Yao was female, and a beautiful Asian woman at that; some men immediately felt different impulses, wondering if they could find a foreign romance in these few days.

Qin Yun observed: the participants were nearly all here—fifty total, with women making up a tiny fraction: only eight, consisting of five Black, two White, and one East Asian.

Of the other forty men, each had their own distinct appearance, yet Asians remained the smallest group.

Qin Yun saw only five or six Asians, including himself.

"George, isn't the number of Americans always the largest in each Wilderness Survival season?"

George nodded: "Yes, it's a Discovery Channel production—locals dominate. This time, sixty percent, thirty Americans."

After chatting a while, George went off to work—the show was about to begin, and their tasks were endless.

"Chinese?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Qin Yun and Guo Yao turned to see three people of Asian appearance.

One seemed Southeast Asian; the other two, Qin Yun guessed, were likely Korean or Japanese.

The traits of these two countries were quite distinct.

The one who spoke first was the Southeast Asian—he was short, dark-skinned, but extremely energetic, with messy hair, very typical of the region.

"Yes, Chinese."

No sooner had he spoken than Qin Yun noticed a flash of hostility in the eyes of the other two.

"Hahaha, I'm Kuntai, Thai. This is Park Bu-cheng, Korean. This is Yamamoto Kazusuke, Japanese."

Qin Yun and Guo Yao introduced themselves; they exchanged brief greetings, then parted.

"Master Qin, why do I feel that the Korean and Japanese guys are hostile toward us?"

"Mm, I felt it too. Don't mind it. People from these two countries are never trustworthy—just stay alert around them always."

"Mm."

Qin Yun wasn't prejudiced, nor was he a nationalist agitator—he simply felt nothing toward people from these two countries, especially Japan.

Nowadays, many young people, under the filter of various self-media, believe Japan is clean, polite, orderly, and has high average quality—they're deeply drawn to visiting Japan.

But in reality? Nonsense. It's a country crushed under extreme repression.

True, Japan has many things worth learning from—but the things Chinese "Japan-lovers" endlessly praise are nothing but filters, utterly unfounded.

At 4 p. m. that day, as the training instructors entered the camp, the facility was officially sealed off.

Everyone's belongings were locked away, to be unlocked only at the end of the final day.

The ten-day training schedule was officially and in detail distributed.