It was clear that Shana, the manager, was a bit unhappy, but she seemed like she had to swallow her anger.

Bentley answered naturally, "This is a junior of mine... now it's like he's taken someone else's job."

"Got it," Shana nodded, understanding that it was a conflict of interest, and it was understandable that he didn't want to harm his own junior.

Considering the management capability of the Gold Industry Center, this concern was actually unnecessary.

But having a reason is better than not having one, especially when it's a barely acceptable reason?

Shana turned around and walked towards the entrance of the building without looking at the guard, simply saying in a bland tone, "Follow me."

The two armed guards exchanged glances and did not interfere further.

In a building of this class, the sight of someone wearing a mask coming in made people take a second look.

Qu Jianlei, with lowered eyelids, directly ignored these people.

Shana led them to a maintenance worker and asked him to give a brief introduction on the situation.

Qu Jianlei originally heard from Bentley that it was a ventilation system, wondering why the fee was so high.

After the maintenance worker's introduction, he realized it was actually a new ventilation system with heat exchange?

He had some exposure to this on Blue Star, not very familiar, but he understood the basic principle.

What surprised him was that the Celestial District had such advanced equipment?

Strictly speaking, this system wasn't that advanced, far inferior to a laser gun or Gauss gun—at least on Blue Star it was.

However, here on the Wasteland, high-end equipment to improve living quality was indeed scarce.

In the Hong District where he lived, even getting some clean water was difficult.

Equipment for enjoyment was the most luxurious on the Wasteland.

The maintenance worker saw him lost in thought and proactively asked, "So, can it be repaired?"

Qu Jianlei gathered his thoughts, nodded faintly, "I can give it a try, show me the relevant manual."

The maintenance worker looked at him in surprise, then turned to leave, "Wait here."

After he left, Bentley snorted softly, "Shana, this guy is not very obedient."

Shana, the manager, gave a bitter smile, "He's Jin Ye's longest-serving maintenance worker, knowledgeable, and demands little."

Bentley nodded slightly, as a semi-pro maintenance master, he understood her meaning.

For a building that old, maintenance workers really do better the longer they've worked there, skill is secondary.

Bringing in a newcomer who doesn't understand the building's layout or know where things easily break down actually lowers efficiency.

Shana added, "This person is quite straightforward, his intentions aren't bad, no need to take it seriously with him."

Not long after, the maintenance worker came back holding a stack of documents, about three to four centimeters thick.

Seeing this, Shana nodded and greeted Bentley before turning to leave.

She had many responsibilities and couldn't stay here the whole time.

The maintenance worker looked at Bentley with interest, "How did you get to know the manager?"

Bentley gave him a bland look and didn't answer—who do you think you are?

The worker, finding himself at a loss, shut his mouth in embarrassment and watched Qu Jianlei go through the documents.

Qu Jianlei went through the materials quickly, finishing in just over an hour.

The maintenance worker wasn't surprised, assuming he had encounter with these before.

Squinting, Qu Jianlei pondered for five or six minutes, then opened his eyes, "I can help inspect, but not repair it."

The maintenance worker looked at him curiously, "Why can't it be repaired?"

"They're all special parts," Qu Jianlei replied sternly, "I'll identify the faulty components, you'll have to contact the manufacturer yourselves."

He knew before coming that he was only responsible for the inspection, but this maintenance worker was too self-important.

"That's true," the maintenance worker nodded, agreeing with his statement, "I thought you were doing this on the side."

Inspecting each room in the building took almost half a day.

This was because Qu Jianlei didn't just use a stick to tap—reminding one of a certain maintenance master in Zhou Six.

The detection equipment placed in the motorcycle sidecar was handy at this time—even if just for show.

Some tenants' rooms were in use and didn't welcome inspections, so it could only be done during lunch.

Such situations weren't uncommon, so Qu Jianlei simplified some inspection steps during lunch.

He identified thirty-one issues and pointed them out to the maintenance worker.

The worker's work attitude was indeed commendable, carefully taking notes without further questions.

After the inspection, Shana, the manager, came back and asked the worker to verify a typical issue.

The Gold Industry Center was luxuriously decorated, but among thirty-one issues, there was bound to be a rather easy part to verify.

The maintenance worker began working while Shana apologized to Bentley, "It's the procedure, not that I don't trust you."

"I understand," Bentley replied blank faced, a maintenance master who doesn't allow verification isn't worthy of the title.

Shana was still worried he might be upset, trying to appease, "You inspected faster, charged less, much easier to work with compared to the manufacturer."

Bentley was too lazy to respond to this remark, but Qu Jianlei was a bit curious, "Is the after-sales service really bad?"

For such luxury equipment, did the manufacturer actually dare to not provide proper service?

"After-sales service?" Shana, the manager, chewed on the unfamiliar term, while a gleam appeared in Bentley's eyes.

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