Prodigy’s Playground

Jiang Ran wanted Old Qi to try and recall a few more details.

But—

No matter how hard Old Qi scratched his head, he couldn’t remember anything else.

Which was understandable.

The repair shop saw a steady stream of customers every day. The fact that he could remember the buyer was a young person at all was already impressive. If it had been some middle-aged customer, he probably wouldn’t have remembered them so clearly.

“All right. Thank you.”

Jiang Ran hugged the reassembled Positron Cannon, thanked him, and took his leave.

Old Qi might price his goods a bit steeply, but his after-sales service was solid, and he kept his promises. This time, he didn’t charge a single cent.

“Principled, at least.”