My name is Ye Hao, and I opened a shabby repair shop on the corner of this barren slum area. The signboard is almost falling off, with the four crooked words "Gear Dwelling" written on it. I used a red-hot iron to put it on when I first came out to work. Don't fucking think my name is very polite, a gentleman? What a bullshit! Those are all for customers to see, otherwise who the hell would be willing to hand over a mechanical prosthetic body that costs hundreds or even thousands of silver coins to a seemingly careless boy to repair it?
To put it bluntly, I am just a rag repairman, but what I repair is not scrap metal, but a mechanical prosthetic body that everyone in West City can't live without - a broken arm to install a machine, a lame leg to install a machine, and some people are so idle that they have to replace their good eyeballs with mechanical eyes that can see at night. It is called "improving the quality of life". I think it is just because they are full!
