Chapter 52 Fake Identity

Chen Ming followed the middle-aged maintenance worker into the No. 2 space arm next to the dock.

Compared with the city in the central area of ​​the space station, this place is not as lifelike.

There are large factories with various industrial facilities installed everywhere. The huge noise of various equipment running fills the space arm. I don’t know what is being produced.

Although there are not many people in this space arm, it is not a hidden corner, so there is no danger.

However, Chen Ming’s hand has been on the pistol at his waist.

The middle-aged maintenance worker didn’t know whether he didn’t notice it or noticed it but didn’t care.

He quickly took Chen Ming to a small house in front of one of the factories.

From the outside, it looks like a hardware store with various tools placed in it.

When you walk in, you can clearly feel that the sound insulation of the small house is good.

The boss sitting in front of the counter was alert as soon as he saw the middle-aged maintenance worker come in, and asked: "Old Wu? What wind blew you here?"

The middle-aged maintenance worker called Old Wu smiled.

He reached out to pat Chen Ming on the shoulder, but Chen Ming dodged.

Old Wu didn't care and said, "I'll pay for the card for this new guy."

The boss was obviously familiar with Old Wu's style and asked in confusion, "Are you so kind?"

"Don't worry about it."

Old Wu choked the boss back and stretched out his hand to Chen Ming and said, "Give me the terminal. If you don't have one, buy a second-hand one. Tell me the name by the way."

Chen Ming handed over the doctor's terminal and gave a fake name, Mu Shuikong.

Old Wu took the terminal and looked at it. He only saw the scratched mark on the back of the terminal.

He didn't say anything, took out the tools from his pocket, and disassembled the terminal.

"Did you pull out the data card?"

Chen Ming didn't say anything, and Old Wu didn't ask any more questions. He handed the terminal to the boss directly.

The boss took the terminal and operated it behind the counter for a while, and soon handed back a new data storage card and the terminal, saying to Chen Ming, "Try it."

Chen Ming inserted the storage card and turned on the terminal.

Everything was working fine on the terminal. The personal files and savings cards that were originally unavailable due to the card removal could now be viewed.

The personal files showed Mu Shuikong's personal information.

The avatar was an ordinary person, so ordinary that he could not be seen in the crowd.

The resume on the file looked like it was made up at random. He was just a civilian spaceship pilot from a marginal colony.

Chen Ming looked at the terminal in his hand, then at Old Wu and the boss, and couldn't help asking, "Is this really useful?"

Old Wu put his hand on the boss's shoulder again, patting him and saying, "You can use it at will in the marginal star field. As long as you are in the marginal star field, even if you go to the military outpost and are found to have problems, just give some money and you'll be fine."

"It's the same in the prosperous star field as long as you don't go to those important official and military places to commit suicide."

"If you don't believe it, go out and ask around. How many people in the entire space station are here."

Chen Ming turned his head and looked around the deserted shops and said, "I don't think there are many people here."

Old Wu said as a matter of course, "This is nonsense. Why are you here after you have already applied for the card? And you Even though there aren't many people here now, you'll know in a few days. "

Chen Ming stared at Old Wu's face for a few seconds, and instead of continuing to struggle, he clicked on the savings card on the terminal and said, "Then this card..."

"Just treat it as a regular card, and tie it to your identity one-to-one. If your identity is fine, the card will be fine and won't be checked."

"I left you fifty in the card. There are restaurants everywhere in the city. You'll know if you try it."

"If there's a problem, come find me. You know where I work, and everyone there knows that I'm Wu Ping'an, the boss of the repair shop."

Chen Ming looked at Old Wu, who looked like he was not afraid of his own shadow. He really wanted to say that what they had just done didn't seem to be a good thing.

However, Chen Ming still restrained this idea, put away the terminal, and prepared to try whether what Old Wu said was true.

Even if he was cheated, he would only lose a piece of gold in the slag with a low gold content.

I had no idea when I first arrived, and I couldn't find any relevant information on the Internet. I could only use this method to get myself formally started.

It's okay to lose a little, since they are all things that I can't use anyway.

"That's it."

Chen Ming threw the gold that he had been holding in his hand to Lao Wu and said, "But I remember that I didn't ask you to help me apply for a card at the beginning."

Lao Wu quickly put the gold away, smiled and said, "Hey, it's a matter of time. Even if I don't bring you here now, when you make money, you still have to come here to apply for a card?"

"But since you want to make money, I'll tell you."

Old Wu patted his pocket where Chen Ming had given him the gold and said, "Go to Space Arm No. 13. There's a store that collects this kind of stuff, called Eryang Recycling. Tell me my name for a discount."

Chen Ming wrote down the name, but continued, "Actually, I'd rather know if there's a way to make money at the repair shop."

Old Wu stared at Chen Ming's opaque protective suit helmet with some disbelief and said, "Are you really capable?"

"Then you have to ask our leader. He only comes to the repair shop every few days. I don't know where he is usually. If you want to find a job, go find him. It's useless to find me."

Chen Ming nodded and turned to leave the hardware store.

Shortly after Chen Ming left, the boss slapped away the hand that Lao Wu had placed on his shoulder and said to him, "I know why you are so generous. How much did you make?"

"Hey, take a scale and have a look."

The boss quickly took an electronic scale from the counter behind, looked at the reading of the gold that Lao Wu had put on it and said, "It's about 24 grams. For gold of this purity, we sell it for about 230 yuan per gram. It can be sold at a higher price elsewhere."

"About 5,000 or 6,000 yuan."

Lao Wu's forehead was full of wrinkles squeezed out by his smile. He put the gold away and said, "I don't know where this kid came from? He is so generous."

The boss glanced at the computer, then at the street outside and said, "The terminal he used just now is the one used by Xinda Company. It's an old model. He thought that he could just scrape off the company logo. A familiar person would know that it was the company's equipment. It can't be hidden at all."

The young maintenance technician who had been quietly standing next to him suddenly asked, "Did he kill the company's people, or is he the company's?"

Old Wu said to him a little unhappily, "It's none of my business, and it's none of your business. Maybe he picked this thing up? It's okay as long as he can make money. Even if he kills the company's boss, it has nothing to do with me."

Old Wu shook the small ball of gold in his pocket again.

This thing should be enough to cover his expenses for a while if he sells it later.

However, the young maintenance technician had some other ideas and whispered, "Do you think he still has..."

With a snap, Old Wu slapped him on the forehead.

"Have you forgotten the rules? From the dock space arm No. 1 to No. 20, all are prohibited from conflict, so as not to scare people away. If you cause trouble here, you are slapping the faces of the big shots and destroying their livelihoods! Don't want to be here anymore!"

"I'm just talking."

"It's okay to talk."

Old Wu's face changed back to its original state as if he had changed his face. He subconsciously put his hand on the shoulder of the young maintenance technician and said, "Let's go and have a drink."

"Not going to work?"

"Bullshit, don't you think about how many brainless people go out without maintenance technicians every day? Instead, they come to us to repair their spaceships. Aren't they afraid of leaving some treasures on their spaceships? "

"Think about it, the repair business of the repair shop is so bad. Are there ten people who can repair spaceships?"

"We make money by selling equipment. Repairing ships is just a bonus. Why do we have to waste our time with such a small salary?"

"Anyway, if there is really work, we will have to find us. If there is less work, it will be fun for us to stare blankly there?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I just want to ask you if you are going?"

"Go."

The hardware store fell silent.

And Chen Ming, who had listened to the whole process silently at the door of the store, turned around and prepared to leave until this time.

But before leaving, he nodded to the camera hidden high on the wall outside the hardware store.

When Chen Ming first left the store, he stopped walking out and planned to eavesdrop on how Old Wu would talk to the boss later.

So he didn't notice the camera at the first time.

Although Chen Ming discovered it quickly and changed his hiding place immediately, the boss must have noticed his action.

However, the boss didn't seem to care and still directly told him that Chen Ming's terminal was used internally by Xinda Company.

This was a reminder to Chen Ming and a friendly signal to him.

Chen Ming didn't believe in unprovoked friendship, but since the other party had expressed it, it was just a matter of nodding his head.

Waiting for Old Wu and his assistant to disappear at the gate of Space Arm No. 2.

Chen Ming walked out from the back of the hardware store and soon left Space Arm No. 2 as well.

On the way to Space Arm No. 13.

Chen Ming was still thinking about Old Wu's last words.

What Old Wu said was the same as what he had thought before, there were not many repairmen in the repair shop.

With some people slacking off every day, it shouldn't be too difficult to join.

Since it wouldn't be too difficult, Chen Ming had already set the goal of joining the repair shop in his heart.

Because when he was thinking about how to make money before, he actually had another idea.

It is to make money by using one's own abilities to recycle discarded weapons, refurbish them quickly and then sell them.

However, this idea was rejected by himself at that time, or postponed.

Because there are two problems to be solved in doing so, the purchase of abandoned weapons and the sale of refurbished weapons.

The largest source of abandoned weapons is naturally the owners of the spacecraft docked in the dock.

So how can I recover the abandoned and damaged weapons from them? Go to the dock and ask the spacecraft one by one?

This efficiency and possibility are simply nonsense.

Therefore, the first step of my idea is that the source of weapons can only be the repair factory, and purchase them in bulk from them.

Chen Ming did not consider the purchase price and why the repair factory should sell the weapons it purchased directly.

Because even if the source of weapons is really settled, the next step is how to sell the repaired weapons. The problem still bothers Chen Ming.

The source of weapons in the repair factory must be a special supplier. Why should I sell the refurbished weapons back to them?

Is it possible to go to the dock and ask one by one? I am afraid that I will be regarded as a fool.

Who would not buy weapons from the repair factory, but buy their own refurbished weapons?

Besides.

As far as Chen Ming knows, many spaceships will bring a few maintenance technicians when traveling.

Responsible for the daily maintenance of the spaceship and repairs in emergency situations, as well as the maintenance and upkeep of weapons.

A ship has its own maintenance technician. If it can be repaired by itself, it can be repaired by itself. If it cannot be repaired, it is better to replace it with a new one than to buy a second-hand one.

Besides, in the dangerous space, how can you buy a second-hand weapon? If something goes wrong at a critical moment, you will die without knowing how you died.

Chen Ming remembered that most of the discarded weapons replaced by the mining space station were directly recycled and melted, and there were few cases of refurbishment and sale.

After all, the consumption of resources and manpower in the middle of refurbishment and resale is really not as good as directly recycling materials compared to the price of the refurbished sale.

Although Chen Ming did not have this problem, after all, he only needed to consume mental energy and a minimum amount of materials to repair, and there would be no loss, and he would make a profit even if he sold it at a discount.

And there are indeed some people who are greedy for bargains and buy second-hand or scrapped weapons.

But they usually buy them back and have their own repairmen check and repair them to confirm that they can be used and then use them as spare weapons.

So even if you repair the weapons yourself, there is absolutely no guarantee of how much you can sell in the end.

Even if everything in the previous is done, the way to purchase abandoned weapons and sell refurbished weapons has been determined.

There is still a problem in front of Chen Ming.

That is, Chen Ming is just one person. No matter how well or how fast he repairs, he can never compare with a space station repair factory with a mature operating system.

Even if Chen Ming can really overcome so many problems and do the best business of weapon refurbishment and maintenance.

The next step will inevitably be a conflict of interest between him and the space station repair factory.

Chen Ming can never handle it alone.

Since there are difficulties everywhere that are difficult to solve, Chen Ming thinks it is better to join in directly and rely on his own abilities to climb on others' shoulders to share others' cake.

What's more, if he can really join the repair factory, many problems faced by his idea can be easily solved.

If Chen Ming is a member of the repair factory, the acquisition of abandoned weapons and the sale of refurbished weapons can all rely on the repair factory's way.

Isn't it more efficient than going to the dock to ask one by one?

That's why Chen Ming said that he just postponed it, not gave up this idea.

He felt that his ability to cooperate with this idea was actually very promising.

The weapons of the repair factory are generally only sold when they are new, and the second-hand refurbished ones are sold at a very low price even if someone buys them.

However, if the person who refurbished the weapons is Chen Ming, it will be different.

The weapons that Chen Ming repaired through the panel are all brand new from the factory, and there is no difference from the original goods at all.

In this way, the top repair technology can completely sell some second-hand weapons as first-hand.

Originally, the weapons acquired by the repair factory could only be refurbished and sold at a low price, or even recycled materials.

But after Chen Ming's move, the price suddenly rose again.

If it can really be done, it will definitely be very profitable.

As long as the repair shop can discover his skills, give him a chance, and let him really do it, it will be a win-win cooperation for both Chen Ming and the repair shop.

If the management of the repair shop is smart, they will not reject people like Chen Ming and this way of making money.

But Chen Ming is not in a hurry for the time being.

Because the premise of everything he imagined is that he can join the repair shop.

Since Lao Wu said that his boss only showed up once every few days, and he skipped work to drink, it was clear that he would not be caught today, so he was not in a hurry to go to the repair shop to squat.

It is better to go to the No. 13 space arm first to see if Lao Wu has deceived himself and see if there is a chance to sell the previous batch of goods.

Get your first pot of gold.

This chapter is hard to divide, so I just posted it in 4K. There will be no more in the evening.