Chapter 450: The Little Dog Ship Girl Is Unhappy

Boss, any news?

No, you have time to ask here; better go directly find that person—maybe he'll take it.

No... I....

Yo, boss, busy!

Yo! Isn't that our repair master? Got new goods to sell?

Zhang Jie strode into the club, acting as if nothing were wrong, looking around, while Qiong behind him held a military sword and followed Zhang Jie.

Hearing Zhang Jie's voice, that person stiffened, turned and hurriedly tried to leave, but the boss directly called out to stop them.

What are you doing leaving! Stop stop stop! Come back!

What's going on?

Zhang Jie came to the counter, looked at the boss, and also glanced around.

You aren't....

No... no, you got the wrong person.

This kid wants to sell a scrapped ship life, the kind with a broken space component.

I thought you'd be interested in this.

Oh~ So that's how it is.

But you guessed right, I am indeed interested in this.

Zhang Jie gave a half-smile toward the youth beside him; the other wished he could bury his head in the ground, not daring to look at Zhang Jie.

Hey you! Aren't you supposed to be selling?

I....

I sell...

The boss's attitude toward this person wasn't good; although I don't know why, at least Zhang Jie always appears amiable when seeing the boss.

Alright, I'll take it.

At the scrap recycling price, boss, you handle it.

Sure thing!

There's a batch of goods; come with me and see which one you want.

Sure thing!

Scrap?!

Why! This is a ship life!

But the boss and Zhang Jie had already walked away; he was like a clown, nobody paying him any mind.

He wanted to go up and argue with them, but he simply lacked the courage.

Thus Zhang Jie left him far behind.

What's up with that kid?

What's going on? What exactly is going on?

How could he have a ship life in his hand?

Oh, well, this kid is an intern mechanic at the club; a few days ago during a match he scrapped a ship life, then had a wicked idea, insisting on spending all his savings to buy and take care of it.

The boss clicked his tongue in frustration, took out a cigarette, offered one to Zhang Jie, but Zhang Jie refused, so he forced it into his mouth.

I advised him then, with his ability, not to mention fixing a ship life, he couldn't even replace an engine properly.

That ship life was still conscious back then; now, not even a month later it's scrapped, and this kid's true colors have shown.

He didn't have much money to begin with, and it all got swindled away.

A godlike person.

Zhang Jie snorted, feeling the other was taking him for a sucker; after all, this kid probably didn't expect this ship life to have such a major fault.

Hmm, maybe he originally intended to fix it, but finding his ability insufficient, he turned his target toward himself.

In short, this guy definitely had his eyes on him; if he'd shown a bit more sincerity, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

But......

Zhang Jie held an unlit cigarette between his lips, helplessly tapping his forehead.

If this gets recycled, wouldn't that mean I'd have to get another ship?

What a treasure, what's the deal? Why can't it just have a minor fault?

Even if it damages the brain, at least don't make me build a ship myself, okay?

Boss, do you have any scrapped ships?

Any kind is fine, just get me one.

Zhang Jie really didn't want to keep building by hand; giving this poor ship girl something roughly adequate would suffice, though whether he can keep her is still unknown.

But at least, she has to work for him for a while before he can let her go!

What the heck, all the scrap's already gone to you, what's left for me?

Zhang Jie:.....

That makes sense, huh.....

Hey! But if you want an old one, there definitely are old ones!

Old one?

Fine, where is the old one kept?

The old one is kept.....

Cough, that's certainly not on some platform, but on the race field, in the secondary ship berths of those race ship pilots.

"That's it; that ship, after another one or two races, is estimated to be scrapped."

"Or you could wait? Wait until it races and gets scrapped, then I won't dismantle it—I'll just send it over directly."

The boss is really nice, but Zhang Jie isn't lacking in this regard; as the saying goes, those seemingly disreputable jobs—like begging, scrap collecting—sometimes really make more money than ordinary people.

"It's fine; the difference between a ship about to be scrapped and one already scrapped is still not small—I'll just take it directly."

"Okay!"

Soon after, a canvas bag that Zhang Jie recognized and a battered ship were brought back to Zhang Jie's own Scrap Recycling Station.

Xiao Jiu, who was boredly guarding the entrance, saw this and the fur on its head quickly wagged, like a little dog that had found its owner returning home.

"You're back, human!"

"Yeah, I'm back."

"Here, I brought you another little companion."

Xiao Jiu's appeasing smile froze on its face; its neck, like a rusted bearing, creaked as it twisted toward Zhang Jie's back.

"Again...! Another one?!"

"Yeah, they're all working ships, hehe."

The goal of picking up trash in space is another step closer!

"Ha... haha, well, that's also good..."

The fur on Xiao Jiu's head drooped, but its body still honestly helped Zhang Jie unload the ship.

"Yo, not happy?"

Zhang Jie looked at Xiao Jiu's forced smile and the drooping fur, and immediately guessed Xiao Jiu's thought.

Looks like I'll have to comfort this Small Ship Girl later, after all, I'm the one who raised it.

On the other side, Qiong looked at the Ship Life hanging on the iron rack, and felt this scene was somewhat familiar...

"Is scrap collecting really that profitable?"

Qiong for the first time doubted her own prejudice.

Back then, Zhang Jie had her go pick up trash, and she always felt it was a waste of talent.

"But now it seems... this kind of life isn't bad either?"

Each day's life only needs picking up trash, hauling trash, eating cake, reading books, taking walks; the days are so leisurely that they just pass in a daze.

It's completely different from her previous highly tense situation on the disaster battlefield, although even a day on the battlefield would pass in a daze.....

But now this life is earned by countless Ship Lives, just like her former self, pressing forward under burden.

"I.... will I have to return to the battlefield later?"

"Or rather..."

Qiong turned her gaze toward Zhang Jie, a faint, inexplicable halo shimmering in the depths of her eyes.

"Detected that you have been unexpectedly activated, now connecting to the 'Executor' sequence."

"Do you want to hide your coordinates?"

"....."

"Hide."