"This game is too realistic; it’s just like Red Dead Redemption."
Brother Ni was speechless too. The sun in this game was blazing down; if he didn’t take a shower soon, he wouldn’t be Brother Ni but a real Brother Ni.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Red Bucket, having finished his work, watched a few people gathered together discussing something, and his soul, forever imprisoned at the construction site, immediately reacted.
As everyone knows, construction workers can’t stand watching other workers slack off; a process that could be done by ten o’clock would be dragged out by workers until past twelve.
"What are you guys doing here?"
The Big Guy: "Looking for water, the house is built, it can’t be without water, right? I’m planning to build a toilet and bathroom."
Upon hearing this, Red Bucket immediately rolled up his sleeves, "Step aside, let me take a look."
The others quickly moved aside; professional matters should be handled by professionals.
You ask why a construction worker would check the water pump?
As everyone knows, on the construction site, a construction worker is like a brick; from concrete mixing, carpentry to mechanical repairs and even electrical work, there’s nothing he doesn’t understand.
As for why, don’t ask.
Red Bucket pressed his ear to the water pipe wall, took the wrench from Wildman’s hand, tapped it a few times, then swiftly dismantled a few pipe elbows with the wrench, sniffed, listened, and finally tapped.
He confidently said in the end,
"It’s clogged inside, probably rust, mud, or calcium deposits or something; anyway, it’s hardened, we’ll need to dismantle it and replace the pipe."
He casually measured the size and said to Brother Ni,
"We need to get a stainless steel pipe with an outer diameter of 40mm, 80cm long, replace it, and then opening the valve should work."
Brother Ni heard and quickly trotted off to manually roll one out with the workshop platform; there’s no professional welding gun, but he managed to assemble a hand-made one yesterday.
Using the carbon rods inside discarded batteries as electrodes, and a few metal rods and copper wires to make a welding gun; as for power, the workshop platform also has a hand-cranked generator, not highly powerful, but better than nothing.
In no time, after edge-rolling, welding, seam grinding, annealing, and polishing, a pipe, which would never pass quality inspection, was delivered to Red Bucket. The threads were manually cut by lathe at both ends, and the processing accuracy wasn’t bad.
Indeed, after Red Bucket replaced the elbows and fittings, opening the valve, one could hear constant gurgles coming from the pipe, and soon, the sound of water gushing into the tank was heard.
"Wow! Awesome, Brother Tong!"
Upon hearing the sound, Wildman happily hugged and jumped with Red Bucket.
Wildman opened the tap, first letting the rusty water flow out, then collected some water to drink, saying somewhat surprised,
"Wow, it’s still sweet, maybe it’s spring water."
Potato heard this and took a sip too,
"It really is sweet, but the taste is off; spring water shouldn’t be this sweet."
Brother Dao, who had been watching, glanced at the water, then used his finger to dab a bit and tasted it, immediately said,
"This water’s lead content is over the limit, and quite seriously too; it tastes like the groundwater sampled when I was an intern journalist near a chemical plant. What on earth is the water plant doing?"
New Century Poor Warrior: "It’s cyberpunk now, so this is normal for water. Remember the new map of that junkyard? Don’t expect any clean water."
Seeing everyone a bit disappointed, Brother Dao said again,
"Using it short-term isn’t a huge problem, but it’s best not to drink directly. We can use some wood ash and charcoal to filter it, which can somewhat sterilize and filter some metal ions, and when BOSS returns, we can talk to him about this."
Yet, while everyone was pondering about lead contamination or cleanliness, the Big Guy had already grabbed an empty beer can and was gulping down the water, and then, in an experienced tone, he educated his teammates,
"I think you guys are just too uptight, it’s not fish farming, lead contamination? Worst case, you get a temporary debuff. It’s just a game; you’re not gonna die. You might even get an artificial stomach or something in the future."
All of a sudden, everyone felt a sense of humiliation from being intellectually trampled by an idiot, except for Potato, who went up and patted the Big Guy on the shoulder,
"No worries, just drink a little more; I heard drinking too much lead-contaminated water can lower your IQ, though Sun Yifeng, you don’t have much intelligence to lower anyway."
A motorcycle roared across the barren plains, a wine-red coat flapped wildly in the wind.
Qiwei bowed forward, cautiously observing this Evil Land which was quite foreign to her.
This place had given her mostly nothing but painful and miserable memories like every other underling.
Qiwei had discovered her talent in hacking by chance and after enduring years of suffering, finally broke free from the cage, through many twists and turns joined Mann’s team under Rebecca’s introduction.
Ironically, Rebecca initially took the task to kill her but the overly sympathetic girl defied Pira’s objection and rescued Qiwei.
At this moment, there was another person on her motorcycle,
"Lucy, why did you listen to that person? I’ve mentioned you could join our team if you need money, Mann wouldn’t refuse a skilled hacker."
This wasn’t her first attempt to recruit Lucy into Mann’s team; even for Qiwei, who rarely trusted people, she could feel the warmth of family within this team.