"This..."

In Carriage No. 2, Biaozi looked incredulously at the dark mass in front of him: "Are you sure this is my Thunderbolt Mecha? My mecha wasn't this low, President Ai, can this still be fixed?"

"..."

Standing nearby, the screen on Ai's cheek displayed the words "idiot," and she stood expressionless without speaking.

"President Ai, why do you always curse?"

"What do you think? Do you think this can be fixed? Tell me how you'd fix it, come on, share your repair plan."

"If it can't be fixed, then don't fix it... why so fierce..." Biaozi shrank his neck a bit weakly.

He then hesitantly glanced at Chen Mang beside him: "Master Mang, how many units of iron ore did my injury consume?"

"357,000 units of iron ore."

"Huh?"

Biaozi was slightly stunned and instinctively said: "That much? How many units of iron ore were in the storage box I brought back? Can we break even?"

"A lot?"

Chen Mang pointed to the "Medical Cabin" nearby: "We've already cleaned 106 fragments from your body. Add one more, and you could exchange them for a unit with 107 brothers."

"Does it not hurt?"

"You survived this, your life is really hard. If your physical comprehensive quality were weaker, you'd have died long ago."

"Old Pig."

"I'm here."

"Organize these fragments, then collect that scrapped mecha and set up a display on stage in the No. 8 Resident Carriage, and then ask Ai for two photos showing Biaozi's injuries, front and back, and frame them for an honor wall."

"Understood, Master Mang, I know how to do it."

"..."

Biaozi, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, was slightly stunned, huh? Huh... huh? It seemed like... it seemed like he was about to stand up? He couldn't help but feel a surge of joy inside, but his face remained calm, trying to suppress his excitement.

After all this was done.

Chen Mang patted Biaozi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You've more than broken even. There's a full 17 million units of iron ore in that storage box. Good job, a great achievement!"

"But——"

"Fixed Star will earn countless more 17 million units of iron ore in the future."

"But if you die, Fixed Star won't have a second Biaozi in the future."

"Compared to 17 million units of iron ore, you're more important to Fixed Star. In the future, try not to be too greedy and advance recklessly. Prioritize survival, got it!"

"Got it!"

Biaozi grinned and couldn't suppress his inner excitement, oh, it turns out he still couldn't contain himself a bit.

...

After tidying up the battlefield.

Fixed Star slowly departed the area, with the self-destruction of that train, everything turned into fragments, nothing was left. According to the information in the casino, this guy had exchanged for chips worth 20 million Fixed Star Coupons back then.

He took away 8 million units of iron ore when leaving.

There should be more in the train.

At least another 1.4 million units of iron ore, but it all turned to ashes in the explosion.

But...

17 million units of iron ore was still plenty.

Although there were 17 million units of iron ore, it's not 17 million pieces, they're all high-grade ore, but only converted into 17 million pieces of iron ore.

"..."

Inside the train room, after Chen Mang finished repairing the sound system again, he spoke up: "Tell Old Pig to return the 2 million units of iron ore that were brought out."

"And have Mondo and Doba come over, got important matters to discuss with them."

"Yes."

...

Biaozi was very happy, exceptionally happy today, even feeling like he was floating while walking.

The smile at the corner of his mouth was uncontrollable to the point it reached his ears.

Today was the first time Master Mang officially praised him, acknowledged his value. In a man's life, he's always pursuing one thing, and that's recognition.

Especially after seeing Carriage No. 8 of Residents.

That scrapped mecha displayed on the stage, and the near hundred steel fragments taken out of his body, he couldn't help but nod in satisfaction, pretending not to hear the gasps of astonishment from the surrounding residents.

After a light cough, he turned his head and looked at Old Pig beside him: "When do you think you'll get a chance to hang here?"

"That would be when I die and become a black-and-white photo." Old Pig said quietly: "I have no chances of getting injured, and my contributions aren't as tangible as yours, as if the more severe the injury, the greater the honor."

"Hey hey hey, Old Pig, I heard the sourness in your voice!"

"Sure enough, you've changed, calling me Old Pig like it's nothing, back then you used to call me Pig Train Captain."

"Hey, are you jealous?"

Old Pig paused before shaking his head, saying: "A little, but you better be careful, don't push your luck anymore, if you keep playing like this you'll end up getting yourself killed sooner or later."

Biaozi laughed without saying a word, just stood in place looking at those two photos on the wall.

At the time, there was no feeling.

Now it looks a bit tragic, though.

His front and back were full of steel fragments, looking extremely creepy, almost turning into a porcupine.

"Hey? Pig Train Captain, why are my photos cropped below? I'm so big, let me show off a bit."

"Don't be an idiot." Old Pig turned away towards Carriage No. 7 without expression: "Don't want to talk to you."

Biaozi didn't mind, just grinned and muttered to himself.

"Don't be too greedy?"

"Master Mang said it himself, try not to be too greedy and advance recklessly, that's a recognition, the train has to develop quickly, and someone must dance on the knife's edge... What does a bureaucrat like you know."

...

Old Pig wasn't happy today, a bit upset.

Sitting alone in the room of Carriage No. 7, as the Deputy Train Captain of the train, holding the second-highest position, all sorts of managerial and lifestyle affairs on the train were handled by him. Under his management, nearly ten thousand residents hadn't had any major issues.

All the tedious tasks were arranged by him.

However...

His contributions seemed hard to show directly.

Unlike Biaozi, with 17 million units of iron ore, a tangible achievement, and the injuries on his body being a solid medal.

As for his...

A somewhat unsettled Old Pig held a pen, doodling on paper, his mind a bit chaotic, he even considered applying to join the guards under Master Mang.

Just then——

Suddenly someone pushed the door open and entered.

"Who is it!"

Old Pig instinctively looked up, and upon seeing it was Master Mang, hurried to stand up and greeted respectfully: "Master Mang."

"Sit."

Chen Mang carried two bottles of wine, with two cigarettes in his mouth, sat down rather indistinctly at the table, pulled a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket onto the table, took a cigarette from his mouth, handed it to Old Pig, and with a smile said: "What? Feeling unbalanced inside?"

"No... no."

Old Pig's ears turned almost instantly red, awkwardly avoiding Master Mang's gaze, gritting his teeth as he said: "I am recording this event in the 'History of Train Development.'"

Chen Mang chuckled without saying anything, just took a lighter from his pocket, lifting the flame near Old Pig's face: "Remember the first time we met?"

Seeing this, Old Pig quickly stood up, bent over to shield the flame.

"Of course, I remember, Master Mang."

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