The Shepherd Convoy’s migration vehicles didn’t need complicated modifications, just some simple targeted changes based on the convoy’s migration habits.

They also had to repair a few of the vehicles.

On the surface, the Shepherd Convoy’s cars didn’t look too bad, but many places were already ragged and worn.

The moment it rained hard outside, it would start drizzling inside.

They also needed to tweak and upgrade the vehicles’ suspension systems.

Even if these engines had all been taken apart, the journey would be unbearably bumpy without proper shock absorption.

After all, during apocalypse migrations, people live in the vehicles far longer than on flat ground.

The interior layouts of the vehicles needed adjustments too.

For ordinary people in this barren apocalypse, these tasks were clearly troublesome.

But for Gong Yong, they weren’t troublesome at all.

Chen Ye watched as Gong Yong, with two helpers, in no time had one of the cars mostly fixed.

Chen Ye’s eyelids kept twitching.

What an idiot…

“Gong Yong, come here for a second!”

Chen Ye couldn’t help calling out.

Gong Yong was busy and froze for a moment when he heard Chen Ye, stopping his work.

If anyone else called him, he wouldn’t even look, but it was Chen Ye.

Gong Yong still put down his tools and jogged over.

Not far away, Jiang Rou frowned as she watched everything: “What does that One-eyed Guy want to do?”

“Don’t tell me he’s trying to leave us trouble!”

Boss Ma frowned at the same time.

Captain Yang Han, looking half-asleep, spoke lazily: “That guy’s malicious, but he isn’t stupid!”

Zhan Lei raised a hand and a little bird fluttered its wings and flew over.

When Chen Ye saw Gong Yong come over, he slapped him, cursing low, “Are you an idiot? Why’re you working so fast?”

Seeing the little bird fly by, Chen Ye sneered and drew the blade of Hatred out half an inch.

Hatred had a deterrent effect on low-level anomalies.

Intimidating a little bird was nothing.

The bird was frightened and flapped away.

Gong Yong looked bewildered, wanting to get angry but not daring to.

“Brother Ye, what do you mean? I’m fixing their car—wasn’t this arranged by Captain Chu?”

Chen Ye pulled Gong Yong aside and said in a low voice: “Are you stupid? If you work this fast, how will Captain Chu feel comfortable speaking up later!”

“If you finish an hour’s work in one hour, others will think they gave too much!”

“Learn to slack off. An hour’s work should look like a day’s work!”

“Work that should take a day should look like it took a month!”

“That way, later we’ll get more supplies!”

“You… understand?”

Gong Yong’s expression slowly changed as he looked at Chen Ye.

He never expected the One-eyed Guy to be so scheming!

Of course, this was Gong Yong’s private complaint and he would never dare say it out loud.

He nodded repeatedly: “I get it, thanks Brother Ye for the advice!”

“You kid, you’d just started university before the apocalypse, right?”

Gong Yong blinked and blurted out: “How did you know? I just started freshman year!”

“No wonder. Alright, go on!”

Chen Ye waved, and Gong Yong scratched his head and walked away.

Before the apocalypse, many companies loved hiring fresh graduates.

Do whatever they’re told, no negotiating, no bargaining.

If you got a compliment, it was worth more than money.

Add in a few pie-in-the-sky promises, and you’d be loyal to death.

Work overtime without overtime pay, get scolded by the boss and think it’s your fault.

Get sick and feel guilty for asking for leave.

Low pay but lots of orders with no complaints.

Years later, you realize you were a fool.

Learning that Gong Yong had only just started freshman year when the apocalypse hit explained why he was so earnest.

Who knew how they treated Gong Yong in the Doomsday Convoy back then.

Why teach him nothing?

Jiang Rou, Boss Ma, and Zhan Lei stared at Chen Ye for a long time.

Chen Ye didn’t care about their gazes at all; he whistled as he walked over to Sun Xixi’s side.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Rou ground her teeth and spat: “That One-eyed Guy really is rotten to the core.”

“According to the previous schedule, this should have been done in half a day.”

“Now it looks like it’ll take at least two more days!”

“Damn it. Sister Rou, if you get the chance, you have to teach that guy a lesson. It’s infuriating.”

Boss Ma was equally furious.

“I’ll go hurry that guy!”

Saying that, the centaur Boss Ma strode over on four horse legs.

He came up beside Gong Yong and watched him slowly tightening screws.

Boss Ma couldn’t help asking: “You take half an hour to tighten one screw?”

Gong Yong shot Boss Ma a sideways glance.

Because of his time spent in the Fair Convoy under Chen Ye’s tutelage, Gong Yong’s social anxiety had improved a lot.

After facing Chen Ye’s bizarre and terrifying face every day, anyone would grow bolder.

And Iron Lion’s freakish appearance—if we’re talking looks, ten centaurs together couldn’t match Iron Lion’s terrifying shape.

Unconsciously, he had already become another person.

A slightly braver Gong Yong.

Although he still felt a bit intimidated by a centaur, he could communicate normally now.

Gong Yong said slowly: “Do you think tightening a screw is so simple? There’s technique to getting a screw right!”

“For example, which size screw to use, how many turns to tighten it, if it’s too light the structure won’t fit tightly, if it’s too tight it’ll strip!”

“Every trade has its methods, every method has tricks!”

“You get that?”

Gong Yong’s voice trembled a little at first, but seeing this big fellow didn’t dare do much to him, he began to speak boldly.

Boss Ma turned furious at Gong Yong’s words.

“Cut the crap, can you hurry up?”

That tone was noticeably stronger.

Gong Yong flinched, but comparing Boss Ma’s face to Chen Ye’s, he felt slightly less afraid.

So Gong Yong threw down his tools and slapped his butt.

“If you think I’m doing it wrong, you do it then, you do it…”

Then he turned and walked off.

The walk was as cocky as could be.

Boss Ma was stunned by Gong Yong’s behavior.

Realizing he’d been publicly snubbed, Boss Ma’s horse body flushed red.

The centaur’s face turned a dark liver color.

Veins stood out on his neck.

Meanwhile Gong Yong’s steps were as quick as the wind after tossing his tools.

He acted cool, but inside he was panicking.

He was terrified he’d anger the horse and get kicked.

That would be disastrous.

If he didn’t leave fast, would he wait to get beaten?

What happened next was straightforward.

Because of Boss Ma, our mechanic Gong Master quit on the spot.

If Gong Yong had quit earlier, maybe the Shepherd Convoy would have let it slide.

After all, those cars were inconvenient but still usable.

But now Gong Yong had already taken one car apart until it was a mess.

If he quit now, that meant the car was almost ruined.

Jiang Rou, Boss Ma, and Zhan Lei were furious, shouting they would find Gong Yong for trouble.

Captain Chu Che hurried over with the pink-haired girl, sword in hand, to calm things down.

Chu Che looked very apologetic, apologizing and promising.

But anyone who knew Captain Chu could see how sincere those apologies and promises really were.

Chen Ye even noticed the corner of his mouth lift slightly, like he was secretly pleased.

On the Shepherd Convoy side, Captain Yang Han stepped forward too.

In the end, to calm Gong Master Gong’s anger, the Shepherd Convoy agreed to give an extra sheep.

And give it right now.

Why? Who offended the centaur to make Gong Master angry?

Across both convoys, Gong Yong was the only one who could do this mechanical work.

If you have the guts, find someone else!

So the matter was settled.

But Jiang Rou, Zhan Lei, and Boss Ma glared at Chen Ye with growing hostility.

It was as if they wanted to rush up and slap him right then.

Chen Ye stood grinning by Sun Xixi’s side.

He had already decided these days to stick to Sun Xixi like glue.

Chen Ye’s behavior made Little Fish roll her eyes so far up they almost reached the sky.

“You taught Gong Yong to do this, right?” Chu Che asked.

Chen Ye hurriedly shook his head: “How could I? I’m not that kind of person.”

Chen Ye actually hadn’t taught Gong Yong to strike—he only taught him how to slack off.

The quit trick was Gong Yong’s own idea.

Still, it was an application of what he’d been taught; a good student, in a way.

Chu Che clicked his tongue: “Tsk tsk… Gong Yong used to be in the Doomsday Convoy… he’s only been in our convoy a few days…”

“Hezi, he’s gone bad following you!”

Chen Ye glared angrily: “I did not teach him that trick!”