"Brother, isn't there a Special-Level Mecha Warrior fixing mechas in your maintenance division? The one with forty-five gold stars."
"You mean that old man who insists on getting paid?"
"What do you mean insists on getting paid?" The soldier frowns, "A Special-Level warrior with forty-five gold stars, aren't you supposed to show some respect, brother?"
The mechanic who was eating chuckled, "I'm just stating facts, how is that disrespectful? You know, he charges money for every mecha he fixes."
"Charges money?" The soldiers, who admired the Special-Level Mecha Warrior, suddenly felt the collapse of certain perceptions.
"Yes, he charges based on mechanic standard from the living bases," the mechanic said discontentedly. "He fixed fifteen mechas independently in just seven days, it astounded us, and we wanted to learn from him. But then we saw him settling accounts with the inspector. Brother, can you imagine how we felt then?"
Of course, they could.
