CHAPTER 318: CHAPTER 102: NEW AMERICA, ON BOARD!

On the first morning of the new version launch, Prel’s Equipment Customization Workshop is about to open.

Arthur Clarke wasn’t sure if he made the right decision; he signed the contract out of dissatisfaction with the status quo, just wanting to take a gamble.

To be sure, he even took the contract to someone he knew to review it. Although some clauses were odd, there were no hidden traps or shady dealings, and the terms were fairly relaxed.

Lin Miao had set up the workshop inside the office, a two-story modular building.

Compared to the cramped basement, this place was much more spacious, with an orderly stack of processing equipment.

The equipment inside was a list compiled by several mechanics together. Though some items were hard to get, Lin Miao still tried his best to meet their demands.

Much better than the second-hand scrap they tinkered with in their own small workshop.

Just didn’t expect that before they even opened for business, their boss would have already pulled a big job with the Trauma Team outside, creating a citywide sensation. Who knows if the Trauma Team would blacklist them in the future, refusing rescues.

Bearing a sense of unease about the future, several mechanics pushed open the workshop door, ready to welcome their first day of business.

But with no basic promotion, their business shouldn’t be that good... huh?

In the early morning, before dawn, a crowd gathered at the workshop’s entrance. Dozens of heads were bobbing in sight.

Groups of three or two were playing poker, spinning tops, chatting away, just like elderly folks queuing outside a discount supermarket.

As soon as the workshop door opened, Brother Ni at the doorstep shouted in excitement,

"The version is online! It’s online!"

His voice was like a fuse, and the players who were minding their own business all turned their eyes to Arthur and the others.

Their gaze was hot, almost like the love dolls in a club, scaring them into quickly trying to shut the door.

But it was already too late, as the crowd surged into the workshop like a tide.

"Damn it, where’s the new functionality? Let me see it, I want to customize a big steel cannon!"

"I want to customize a Masked Rider transformation device! The kind that transforms with a button press, I’ll pay any price!"

"Are your parents Arthur Curry and Kent Clark, should I call you Aquaman?"

"Aquaman? Then what about Ocean Wanderer?"

"I’m ready, I’m ready!"

The chaotic voices were about to blow their heads off. If this were Bikini Bottom, Arthur Clarke wouldn’t be Aquaman, but Squidward.

These dumbbells in front are like Patrick Star and SpongeBob, who would never settle down.

But kicking people out was not an option; the mechanics didn’t dare. After all, they had just signed the contract, and who drives away customers on the first day of business?

The main reason, of course, was not being able to beat them; these lunatics who dared to play suicide games with the Trauma Team might go crazy and blow up the workshop.

Just as they were at a loss on how to handle the players’ enthusiasm, a cough interrupted the noisy players.

"Ahem!"

The familiar voice made the restless players quiet down instantly.

"Line up, one by one, don’t make things difficult for our mechanics."

Almost in the blink of an eye, the once chaotic scene had a long queue, leaving the mechanics dumbfounded.

Seriously?

You said they were Mercenaries?

This ain’t your private army or what?

Even the company agents aren’t this obedient, right.

Lin Miao then said to the mechanics,

"If anyone causes trouble or breaks the rules in the workshop in the future, you can directly file a complaint in our company’s internal system, and someone will handle it. Of course, you can also directly refuse to serve them."

Employee complaints against customers...

That’s surely a rarity in the world.

Of course, what players see is that the NPC’s favorability towards them decreases sharply, resulting in them having to pay more money in the future, or even being refused equipment crafting.

That’s deadly for players.

Arthur and the others didn’t say anything, only shaking their heads with wry smiles, feeling like they came to the wrong place.

Returning to their workstations, the first to come in, Red Barrel, eagerly stepped forward with an uneasy heart,

and said,

"Are you the Aquaman technician? I want a Eureka Raider or a Striker Eureka!"

"Huh?"

The two completely unfamiliar names left Arthur puzzled. Were these products of some company?

How come he had never heard of them.

Looking at his other colleagues, they all shook their heads.

He could only sigh and turn back to say,

"Can you explain to me in detail these... uh... equipment?"

Red Barrel gestured with his hands,

"It’s the kind that’s 79 meters tall, weighs 1,980 tons, with a nuclear-powered turbine engine, so I can pilot it in the head cockpit."

"..."

On the first day of opening, are you here to mess with me?

Arthur really wanted to swear, then shove a wrench into this moron’s mouth in front of him, suggesting him to listen to himself.

meters tall, 1,980 tons robot.

Add two zeros to that, and I’ll believe you’ve considered it seriously.

Also, in a 10-meter high workshop, making an 80-meter tall mechanical giant with nuclear power by hand with five people.

What do you think this place is?

A sci-fi novel from an alternate dimension?

He wanted to say it couldn’t be done, but the contract didn’t allow him to say so.