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"That was seven years ago—I was hunting mutated creatures and gathering ore in a small town filled with abandoned cars for a living. An elder Tibetan man there, named Sangji, taught me how to repair guns, to hand-make bullets, and to produce various parts using a simple lathe."
Li Yan removed his greasy gloves and crawled out from the chassis of a disk-shaped autonomous tactical machine, glanced at Zhuoma, and continued to speak:
"I learned a lot of practical manual repair techniques from him."
There were seven or eight twisted cigarette butts at Zhuoma's feet, and she listened with interest as Li Yan spoke of his encounters with a mysterious car mechanic "Uncle Sangji."
In Li Yan's mouth was a car worker with a quirky temperament and a mysterious background; most of Li Yan's mechanical repair skills had come from "Uncle Sangji's" training.
"Mr. Sangji is truly a genius; many techniques he taught you are unheard of, both in thinking and in execution."
