[No CP + interstellar mecha + oriental folklore cyber + all ruthless people + making money and career]
Xie Santu traveled to the interstellar era.
Good news: inherited a store.
Bad news: It's a debt-ridden funeral home in a junkyard.
This is an age of steel that advocates "giant ships and cannons". People are superstitious about S-class alloy mechas and laugh at the paper-making skills of the old era as a trick to deceive children.
Until the insect wave broke out, the entire federal defense line collapsed, and the proud steel torrent was as brittle as tissue paper in front of the strange creatures.
Under the lens of the star-crossed desperate live broadcast, Xie Santu sighed and walked out pushing the "paper man" she had just tied up.
Everyone ridiculed: "Take a paper toy to die?"
Xie Santu said nothing, picked up his pen and clicked the key points.
——"Three souls and seven souls have returned to their thrones. Please, Lord Erlang appears as a saint!"
The next second, the thin paper figure rose hundreds of meters in the wind, covered in golden flames, and split open the entire insect swarm with one knife!
The whole star is excited!
…
Later, the Federation's most powerful female marshal, the empire's eldest princess, and the aloof chief mechanic all lined up to come to the dilapidated funeral parlor.
"Master Xie, my mecha has a broken leg. Can you repair it?"
Xie Santu smiled slightly and took out his calculator:
"You can make up for it, but to use my 'Meng Po Soup' engine, you have to burn some ingots as fuel. Oh, by the way, I am a black shop and my charges are very expensive."
Seeing the woman who casually dismantled the S-class mecha as if it were made of paper, all the bosses in the galaxy went crazy:
Please stop making paper figurines! That's for dead people!
Xie Santu calmly drank tea:
"Nonsense, as long as the money is in place, I can dig it out for you, Lord Yama."
