Chapter 27: Woodworking Skill

Without waiting for the driver's reply, Qin Yun squeezed his way over.

The driver opened his mouth but said nothing—he knew it was well-intentioned. Yet the woman beside him, utterly ungrateful, muttered coldly: "If the driver doesn't understand it, what are you some young kid doing playing boss? You're gonna wreck his vehicle and bankrupt yourself."

Qin Yun ignored her, inspected the vehicle, and quickly found the problem.

"Master, the negative ground wire has come loose—current can't loop back, so the ignition and fuel injection systems lost power. Go get a wrench, tighten it, and it'll be fixed."

Seeing Qin Yun speak with such authority, the driver beamed: "Dude, you really know this stuff?"

"Hurry and get it—fix it fast so traffic can clear up."

Just then, a female traffic officer walked over.

"Master, what's going on? Stuck? The whole road's jammed."

The driver hurriedly replied: "It'll move, it'll move—this guy says he can fix it. I'm going to get a wrench."

He ducked into the bus and returned quickly with a wrench, handing it to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun took the wrench, glanced at the female officer, and was slightly startled—were all female traffic officers in Hangzhou this gorgeous? Her figure and face were nearly on par with Jiang Chujì.

But he didn't stare long—he reached into the engine compartment and swiftly tightened the grounding wire's bolt with the wrench.

Then he told the driver: "Master, try starting the engine."

"Got it."

The driver returned to the driver's seat; many onlookers watched hopefully. As the ignition clicked, the bus started smoothly.

"Whoa… it's running, it's running!"

"This guy's amazing—he just looked twice and found the problem!"

"Awesome!"

The driver got off the bus and thanked Qin Yun profusely. As for the nagging middle-aged woman, she had long since slipped back inside.

Once passengers boarded, the bus pulled away, and the traffic jam eased smoothly.

Qin Yun glanced at the female officer who hadn't left his side and asked: "Officer, is there something?"

Han Sisi snapped back to attention and quickly shook her head: "No, no, nothing."

Seeing her hesitate, Qin Yun chuckled: "Officer, if you've got something to say, just say it."

Han Sisi nervously adjusted her cap brim: "Um… can you fix motorcycles?"

…

The sun set behind Nanping Mountain, shrouded in twilight. Inside Jingci Temple, Qin Yun arrived at the gate. The vermilion paint on the gate was faded; climbing the steps, the stone path was worn white, and the camphor trees on either side grew thick and lush. At this hour, the temple still teemed with tourists, coming and going.

Qin Yun gazed at the temple scene, walking near the bell tower, when suddenly a deep, resonant bell toll rang out, making him involuntarily stop.

The bell tone, unhurried and steady, one after another, swept over eaves and arches, flowed across the emerald shadows of Nanping Mountain, then drifted toward the distant waters of Xihu. Listening to the bell, Qin Yun felt his entire being grow tranquil—as if all his inner restlessness had been washed clean.

Occasional monks passed by, clad in gray cotton robes, stepping slowly, as if existing in a different dimension from the temple's tourists.

Qin Yun didn't proceed further—he found a spot nearby and sat down. Listening to the chorus of insects and the rustle of wind through leaves, he looked up: night had already cloaked the heavens.

Nanping Evening Bell—the lingering resonance filled the air. Qin Yun felt this unique Zen essence, and his mood naturally relaxed.

After activating the Nanping Evening Bell icon, Qin Yun walked to Su Di. Under the night sky, Su Di glowed with vintage palace lanterns, their light filtering through branches to cast mottled shadows on the cobblestones.

The evening breeze was crisp, brushing the lake's surface into ripples; occasionally, cyclists passed with the jingle of bells.

Thus he walked the Su Di, gazing through the night at the Twin Peaks, pausing to fix the scene of lotus leaves filling the garden. When the full moon hung high, he sat at a teahouse, gazing up at the moon overhead and down at its reflection, savoring the beauty of "a lake of golden water melting into autumn," then strolled slowly to Broken Bridge, waiting quietly until the icon lit up—the check-in task completed effortlessly.

【Check-in task completed. Random reward obtained: Woodworking Skill +1】

【Woodworking Skill LV1: Wood Identification and Shaping, Precision Joinery, Miraculous Craftsmanship】

In an instant, knowledge of woodworking and manual dexterity, as if unsealed, flooded Qin Yun's mind—and within one minute, he transformed from a complete novice into a woodworking master.

Hardwood, softwood, zitan, huanghuali, ink lines, Lu Ban rulers, swallowtail joints, shoulder joints—all woodworking knowledge came to him effortlessly. He even knew wood carving—absurdly so.

Feeling a warmth in his hands, the change felt as real as if he'd lived it—his instinctive tactile sense surged forth. Qin Yun knew that if he wished, he could easily gather materials from the wilderness and build a house on the spot.

"Awesome!"

Qin Yun could only exclaim that.

Now, his skills, over time, kept multiplying.

Motor vehicle repair, photography, instrument repair, rock climbing, botany, zoology, woodworking—this way, he seemed destined to become a jack-of-all-trades.

The thought struck him, and suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed.

"I could slowly showcase each skill I've acquired through videos. If so, my niche would be utterly unique. Surely no one else in the world is as proficient in everything as I am—unless they also have a system."

The idea felt so strong, Qin Yun believed it had great potential.

"Ding ling ling~"

At that moment, his phone rang—it was Su Huan calling.

"Hey, Qin Yun, have you gotten back to the hotel?"

"I'm still at Xihu, heading to dinner. You off work?"

"Yeah, just got off."

"That's late—it's almost ten."

"Not bad. I'm used to it."

"True. 996 blessing, right?"

After chatting a bit, Su Huan asked: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Qin Yun remembered his promise to the female motorcyclist outside Lei Fengta: "I promised a friend I'd fix her bike tomorrow. After that, I'm heading back to Zhoushan—I'll come find you for dinner before I leave."

"Alright," Su Huan didn't press further.

After hanging up, Qin Yun noticed his friend request to Fang Nan had been accepted. Even more, Fang Nan had sent a message at 5 p. m.: "Master, I'm Fang Nan. Here's my photo—please advise."

The photo showed Fang Nan's full figure—just as Su Huan had said, her figure was exceptional, her long legs longer than most people's life lines. Though she had short hair, she still radiated unmistakable femininity.

Especially the features—she's no less striking than Su Huan.

Thinking it over, Qin Yun realized that every girl he'd been in contact with lately seemed to be exceptionally pretty; he couldn't tell if it was just good luck or if the world had changed.

Qin Yun typed back one line: "Hello, Fang Nan."

The other side must have been holding her phone, because she replied instantly: "Great God, what video are you filming next?"

Qin Yun himself didn't have any ideas, so there was nothing to say: "Haven't decided yet. I'll let you know when I do."

"Sure thing." Fang Nan said, "Great God, could I make a suggestion?"

"Go ahead."

"Could you keep all your videos in landscape orientation from now on?"

"Uh… sure, no problem."

"Great God, you're so easy to talk to. Weren't you scared when you were climbing Fan Cliff? Just watching the video made my heart pound."

"It's not as scary as you think. To put it bluntly, practice makes perfect." Qin Yun said offhandedly.

"Great God, you're really funny."

Qin Yun noticed the other person kept attaching the words "Great God" to everything she said, and couldn't help but remark: "Could you stop calling me Great God? Just use my name."

"Then I'll call you Yun-ge, how about that?"

"As long as you don't call me Great God, anything else is fine."

Judging by the chat, Fang Nan seemed to be an outgoing girl, endlessly talkative—if he didn't tell her to stop, it felt like she'd never pause for breath.

After ending the call with her, Qin Yun went back to where he'd parked, drove out of the Xihu area, picked a restaurant at random, and took care of dinner.

After eating his fill, he glanced at the location the female traffic officer had sent him, then found a hotel near that spot.

……

Early the next morning, Qin Yun left the hotel and walked toward the Xihu District Traffic Police Detachment.

No sooner had he stepped through the gate than he spotted a dashing figure standing in front of the building; the moment she saw Qin Yun, she jogged over to greet him.

"Mr. Qin, sorry for the trouble. Have you had breakfast? Would you like to grab a bite at the cafeteria together?"

Qin Yun nodded and went along readily: "Of course. I've never actually eaten at a traffic police cafeteria before."

Han Sisi smiled and made a guiding gesture: "Mr. Qin, come with me through the back. I told the team about the bike repair yesterday, and our squadron leader said he'd like to have a word with you in advance."

Qin Yun immediately understood—this was clearly Han Sisi's superior not trusting him. But that was normal; after all, the manufacturer itself had said there was no point in repairing it.

"Of course, no problem." Qin Yun nodded. "That's only right."

Qin Yun had agreed to help Han Sisi not for any particular reason; it was solely because of the story behind that scrapped police bike that she'd told him.

Yesterday, Han Sisi had told him that their Xihu District Traffic Police Detachment had had a serious traffic accident the year before. The officer on duty at the time—one Wu, surname withheld—had, in the course of duty, deliberately ridden his police bike into the path of an out-of-control vehicle, protecting the lives and property of the public.

But the accident resulted in Officer Wu dying after failed rescue efforts, and the motorcycle was nearly torn apart.

The team sent the motorcycle to a repair shop. Everything else was manageable, but the engine couldn't be fixed—even sending it back to the original manufacturer, their policy was replace-only, no repairs. They could have simply sealed the vehicle away as it was, but everyone in the team felt uneasy about it, and from time to time they'd have someone come look at it to see if it could be repaired.

It wasn't so they could ride the bike out again, but because the bike, after all, had—like Officer Wu—sacrificed itself on the front line. If there was any way to save it, they naturally wanted to try; even if it ended up sealed away in the end, they hoped it could be intact and undamaged.

Precisely for this reason, Qin Yun hadn't refused outright, but had agreed to come take a look today—though he hadn't given them any guarantees.

After breakfast, outside the logistics warehouse of the traffic police detachment, Qin Yun met the squadron leader of the Order Management Squadron—Lyu Rui. He was a man in his early forties, with a sharp gaze, a burly build, and a heavy stubble.

"Mr. Qin, hello. Thank you for making the trip."

Qin Yun shook his hand: "Captain Lyu, you're too kind."

"Mr. Qin, you look a bit familiar. May I ask what you do?"

Qin Yun was taken aback by the question. I've been in Beijing all this time—how could you find me familiar? Still, he didn't dwell on it, taking it as mere small talk.

"I used to study computer engineering. Now I just drive around, taking in the magnificent scenery of the motherland, and I'm thinking of trying my hand at being a content creator."

On hearing this, Lyu Rui shook his head inwardly; in his heart, he no longer held even the slightest hope that Qin Yun could repair that bike.

But since the man had already come, he naturally couldn't just send him away. He'd have to take a look, hoping the fellow would withdraw on his own.

"Mr. Qin, this way please."

Qin Yun and Han Sisi followed Lyu Rui into the warehouse, and soon spotted a motorcycle covered by a tarp. As Lyu Rui pulled the tarp away, a motorcycle with rather obvious patchwork marks was exposed before Qin Yun.

The bike had clearly been overhauled, but many parts had obviously been forcibly pieced together—only some of the plastic panels and the like had been replaced. And the engine area was a complete mess.

Qin Yun walked up to the police bike, noticed some tools nearby, and said: "You don't mind if I do a thorough inspection, inside and out?"

Lyu Rui nodded: "Of course."