The island is located in the southernmost part. When Haicheng was still freezing cold, the temperature on Nanbin Island was already 34 or 35 degrees. The sun was getting stronger, the grass and trees were flourishing, and there were many mosquitoes. Fu Nanli had several big mosquito bites on the back of his hands, and his patience was gradually gone.
It was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon and the jungle was filled with heat. Fu Nanli's bodyguard Qin Bei saw beads of sweat running down his young master's forehead and the back of his white shirt was already wet with sweat.
He stepped forward and said, "Master, why don't you go back and wait?"
Fu Nanli glanced at him, and Qin Bei felt a chill on the back of his neck. "Then you stand under the shade of the tree. I'll go back and get some water and food."
As he was talking, the maintenance worker slowly slid down the tower. He walked up to Fu Nanli. Qin Bei knew his young master's temper, so he quickly asked on his behalf, "Excuse me, can it be fixed today?"
The maintenance worker said impatiently, "Not necessarily today."
Fu Nanli said: "Tell me what's wrong with the transmitter."
The maintenance worker glanced at him and said in a sarcastic voice: "Master, just wait. This kind of rough work is done by our workers. Don't give us blind orders."
Qin Bei gritted his teeth and said, "The young master graduated from the Department of Physics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology."
The maintenance man laughed. "Hemp rope? I learned it from chain university."
This maintenance worker has a typical anti-rich mentality.
The administrator and his leader were so frightened that their faces turned pale. This island will belong to this young master from now on. What nonsense is this kid saying
The repairman took off his equipment, and Qin Bei said coldly: "Aren't you going to continue repairing it?"
"Brother, don't I have to eat? I have to rest after eating. Rich people can't be so unreasonable, right?"
After saying that, he walked down the mountain with a swagger.
His leader said humbly, "Mr. Fu, he just has a weird temper. Don't take it personally."
Fu Nanli looked up at the signal tower and said, "Give me work clothes, work shoes, anti-electric gloves, and a helmet."
Everyone was shocked: "What are you going to do?"
"I'll go up and fix it."
Qin Bei was startled: "Master, you don't have to rush at this moment. It's dangerous at this height."
Fu Nanli frowned slightly: "Stop talking nonsense, go get the tools immediately."
No one could persuade this young master, so they quickly prepared everything he needed for him. They tied a chain around his waist, and every time he climbed a step, he would hook the hook onto an iron rod above, and in this way he slowly climbed to a height of seven or eight floors at the end of the moon.
Qin Bei was sweating nervously below.
If his wife and father knew about this, he would probably lose his job.
But he doesn't know how to repair this kind of thing, otherwise he would be obliged to repair it on behalf of the young master.
It's really annoying.
Everyone stood under the tower, anxiously hoping that the young master would come down quickly.
When Fu Nanli climbed up and took a look, his face became even uglier. It was obvious that the repairman was a half-baked worker. The thing was getting worse and worse as he repaired it. It was still very time-consuming and tedious for him to do it again.
He fastened the iron chain, looked down at the tools on his waist, picked up a pair of pliers, cut two wires, and began to repair it in an orderly manner.
Big beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. The mountain was very hot in the afternoon. Qin Bei stood under the tower and was worried about whether he would get heatstroke if he continued like this. His young master usually lived an extremely luxurious life.
The repairs lasted from one o'clock in the afternoon until five-thirty in the evening. Fu Nanli wiped the sweat that had blurred his eyes with the back of his hand.
(End of this chapter)