"This batch of goods is useless if it just sits with us, and the company is in urgent need of funds right now so the boss said we can only sell it cheap."

Yi Feng's lips curled up into a slight smile. Success!

"Your boss is wise."

"Then please help us transport this batch of goods. I'll give you an address shortly."

Huang Guangyuan also let out a sigh of relief. His mission was completed, and his performance goal was met!

"Alright, I'll arrange for someone to deliver it to you right away!"

Yi Feng gave Huang Guangyuan the shop's address, then paid, received the receipt, and the invoice.

After completing the handover procedures, Yi Feng and Wang Tie returned to the shop first.

A week went by, and the renovation of the shop was still ongoing. Yi Feng had also visited twice during this period, and the progress was pleasing. Originally, it was estimated that it would take two weeks to finish the slotting, but Han Ping'an had completed most of the work in just one week.

When he arrived at the shop, it was already noon, and Yi Feng casually bought some fast food.

"Ping'an, Nannan, it's time to eat." Yi Feng entered the door and saw Han Ping'an meticulously filing a slot with a file.

During the noon and evening, when it was not possible to use the drill, he would not delay the progress and instead used a file to dig and chisel bit by bit.

"Brother Feng!"

"Big brother Feng~"

The siblings were very happy to see Yi Feng and put down their work to greet him.

Yi Feng saw that Han Ping'an's left middle finger was wrapped in a cloth with blood on it and frowned, "You're injured?"

Han Ping'an scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's just a small injury, it's nothing."

"Let me see." Yi Feng put down the fast food, unwrapped the cloth, and found a deep cut on the middle finger, still bleeding, and without even a band-aid applied.

"This is called nothing? You're not even using medicine? Not even a band-aid?"

"Really, aren't you afraid of infection? Do you want to die?" Yi Feng scolded with a frown, but his tone was full of concern.

Han Ping'an was scolded and hung his head without replying.

"Wang Tie, go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine. Remember to buy medical alcohol and a box of band-aids." Yi Feng turned around and instructed.

"Okay." Wang Tie agreed and ran out to buy the medicines.

Yi Feng patted Han Ping'an on the shoulder, seriously saying, "Work is work, but you only have one life."

"If you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about Nannan, right?"

Han Ping'an lifted his head, feeling warm inside. No one had ever cared about him so much.

His eyes reddened, and he said in a deep voice, "I understand, Brother Feng. It won't happen again!"

Only then did Yi Feng nod in satisfaction, smiling, "Come on, let's eat first."

They moved a portable table out, then sat on small plastic stools to start their lunch.

After Wang Tie brought back the medicine, Yi Feng personally cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it.

Just after they finished lunch, Huang Guangyuan brought over the scrap computers.

After Yi Feng signed for them, Wang Tie and Han Ping'an began to unload the goods.

When 25 computers piled up in one corner of the shop, Wang Tie asked, "Brother Feng, are we going to fix all these machines now?"

Yi Feng smiled slightly, "No need, just fix two for now. They'll be needed tomorrow."

"Huh? Two?" Wang Tie scratched his head, puzzled.

"One for myself, and the other as an 18th birthday gift for Gu Muxi."

Wang Tie instantly understood and chuckled, "You're really something, Brother Feng!"

Yi Feng touched the computer, feeling a silent emotion.

Gu Muxi, you're 18 now.

Thinking about it, he had been living with her for 18 years now.

Little childhood sweetheart, you should really like this gift, right?"