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"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

In the tranquil and elegant Lushan Villa, the nanny, Aunt Liu, opened the gate and looked everyone up and down.

"Does your water pipe need repair?"

The man who rang the doorbell was wearing a mask and a baseball cap. Although he wasn't wearing a work uniform, the repair kit slung over his shoulder identified him.

After all, Lushan Villa is an affluent area, so it's not surprising that the repairman wears leather shoes.

"Yes, that's right, come in."

Aunt Liu let them through and led the repairman into the house. "It's the kitchen sink; it's leaking a bit..."

As Aunt Liu led the way, she explained the problem, while the repairman subtly looked around.

The two-story house features a modern Chinese style with low-saturation colors throughout, blending Eastern aesthetics with modern simplicity. The design is characterized by clean lines, with wood, stone, and bamboo as the main materials, accented by grilles, screens, and moon gates. The entire space exudes a Zen-like scholarly atmosphere, making it fresh and livable.

You can tell a person's character by their scent.

You can also analyze the personality and temperament of the female homeowner by looking at the interior design.

As for why they knew it was the female homeowner...

As the property management's maintenance department, how could they not know?

"This is it. The leak isn't big, but I'm worried the furniture will get moldy if it goes on for too long."

In front of the kitchen sink, Aunt Liu bent down and opened the cabinet door at the bottom, where water stains could indeed be seen.

"Ok."

The repairman placed the repair kit on the ground, squatted down, and immediately began working. He peered inside, looked around, tapped the drain assembly, squeezed the S-tube, and then came back out. He stood up to check the silicone sealant, emphasizing meticulousness and professionalism.

His performance won the approval of the nanny, Aunt Liu, who stopped standing by to supervise and left briefly. A few minutes later, she brought over a bottle of mineral water that was not available on the market and placed it by the sink.

—This bottle of water, conservatively estimated, is equivalent to a day's living expenses for a working person.

The scenario of looking down on others is actually rare among the wealthy. The most direct way to get an objective answer is to survey repairmen and ask them whether they would rather work for ordinary people or for the rich.

The price of the bottle of water was secondary; what mattered most was the silent respect shown to the repairman.

of course.

Perhaps it's because Aunt Liu is also a working-class person; everyone is actually in the same social class.

"Have you found the problem?"

"The sealing ring is probably deformed; replacing it will solve the problem."

"how long it takes?"

"A dozen minutes."

Aunt Liu smiled easily, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"Of course."

Who says that working people always make things difficult for other working people?

Purely provocation.

The person who said this has a very bad conscience.

In a friendly atmosphere, the repair work began. Wearing masks beforehand was to prevent the odor from the drain. The repairman worked quickly and efficiently, opening the repair kit, taking out tools, disassembling the drain pipe, and replacing the sealing ring. He did it all in one go, giving people a sense of reliability and trustworthiness.

"Splash—"

Turn on the tap to check, and it stopped leaking immediately.

"All right."

"excellent."

Aunt Liu was generous with her praise. After observing and confirming that the problem was solved, she closed the cabinet door and said, "Have some water."

The repairman put away his tools, closed his repair kit, stood up, picked up the bottle of water (whose brand was unknown), and took off his mask.

Upon seeing his face, Aunt Liu's eyes suddenly lit up.

That young man is really handsome!
How old are you?

Aunt Liu asked instinctively.

"Twenty-seven."

The handsome repairman drank some water and answered politely, after all, it wasn't a presumptuous question.

Aunt Liu looked her up and down again, her gaze different from before. "So young, why are you thinking of doing this?"

She quickly realized that her words were inappropriate and explained, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just saying that young people these days all prefer easy jobs, right? Repairing is so tiring."

It was not only tiring, but also dirty.

We must understand that the spirit of hard work and perseverance is a thing of the past.

"But the income is high."

The repairman was also very talkative and said frankly, "It's because more and more people don't like doing this kind of work that similar skilled jobs will become increasingly scarce in the future. However, market demand will always be there, and maybe in the future, blue-collar workers like us will be able to earn the salaries of white-collar or even gold-collar workers."

Aunt Liu was taken aback, impressed by the repairman's vision and sharpness. She looked at him with admiration and said with a smile, "Young man, just based on what you said, you're sure to achieve great things in the future. No matter what kind of job you do, as long as you work hard and conscientiously, you can succeed."

Thank you for your encouragement.

Aunt Liu was kind and approachable, and the repairman was quite well-mannered. No wonder he worked for the rich; even though he was a low-level worker, his quality was exceptional.

Looking at the humble, polite, and impeccably groomed repairman, Aunt Liu grew increasingly satisfied. "Where are you from?"

"Sand City".

“Shacheng? Oh, we’re practically from the same hometown, my husband is from Shacheng.”

"really?"

The repairman, holding the water bottle, was also surprised.

"Yes, what a coincidence. It's just that we haven't been back for many years."

Aunt Liu sighed, "We came to Donghai to work to make a living, but we never expected to work here for so many years. Now our daughter is a junior in college. After she graduates, she will definitely want to develop her career in a big city like Donghai, so we probably won't go back in the future."

"That's good. Life is about migration. The destination doesn't matter, as long as we're moving towards a better future."

Aunt Liu looked shocked.

That's right.

It was shocking.

She never imagined that a repairman could say such things...

She didn't know how to emulate it.

I doubt even a college-aged daughter would say something like that.

"Young man, you're quite well-educated, aren't you?"

Aunt Liu said this subconsciously, and it came from her own feelings.

"Undergraduate degree."

"Undergraduate degree?"

Aunt Liu was surprised, after all, it was a bit beyond her comprehension to have a college student working as a repairman, but after thinking about what the other person had just said, she understood.

There are 360 ​​professions.

Every profession can produce an expert.

Many college graduates face unemployment upon graduation.

Being able to work at Lushan Villa is enough to beat 70-80% of people in society. She can assert that many white-collar workers in offices don't earn as much as this young man, because she also works here and knows this clearly.

"You've got quite a perspective, young man."

Aunt Liu looked at her with even more admiration, saying, "Unlike my daughter, who has such high aspirations. She only has a second-tier university degree, yet she's always talking about how much money she'll earn to support us in the future. Once she enters the workforce, she'll know what reality is and what wishful thinking is."

Some people, with just a few words, reveal their extraordinary qualities. Take this repairman, for example. He smiled and said, "This filial piety is priceless."

Aunt Liu chuckled, then nodded. "That's true. That girl may not have much else, but she's certainly filial. She's just too idealistic. When she was filling out her college application, her father and I both advised her to choose a more technical major so she could find a better job later. But she wouldn't listen and insisted on following the trend to study business administration. Isn't that a waste of time? How many graduates from 985, 211, Tsinghua, and Peking University can become senior executives in companies? Let alone someone like you from a second-tier university."

"Maybe she'll give Auntie a surprise?"

Aunt Liu's smile widened, and she waved her hand, "I gave birth to her myself, I know myself. As for her, I'll be grateful if she can support herself in the future. Not everyone is as clear-headed as you."

The last sentence is from the bottom of my heart.

Having worked in the service industry for so long, she has seen her share of people. Rather than looking up at the sky, she should actually look down at the road.

"Young man."

As she spoke, Aunt Liu seemed to have a sudden inspiration, "Would you be interested in getting to know my daughter?"

The repairman was stunned, probably not expecting this woman to be so enthusiastic, or rather, so certain of him.

“My daughter is actually quite good. She’s clean, has no bad habits, and is pretty good-looking too… Let me show you her picture.” Before the repairman could respond, the nanny, Aunt Liu, took out her phone, found a picture of her daughter, and showed it to him. “Look.”

It was a landscape photo taken while hiking. The girl in the photo was standing on the mountain path, with her hair in a ponytail, her back to the blue sky and white clouds, making a peace sign at the camera. She was wearing a pink and white tracksuit, and her youthful energy was palpable.

I don't know if the photo has been photoshopped, but judging from the figure and facial features, out of a possible 10, it would be at least a 7.

Moreover.

Being in one's prime, in the bloom of youth, is the best advantage.

"How about it?"

"very beautiful."

The repairman nodded.

"How about you exchange contact information?"

This auntie really doesn't discriminate based on occupation.

Oh.

She works as a nanny.

It was clearly an introduction that suggested they were a good match.

The repairman squeezed the water bottle; people often unconsciously make small gestures when they're speechless or embarrassed.

"Auntie, I have a girlfriend."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Aunt Liu's eyes widened, and then she quickly said, "I'm so sorry..."

She quickly put away her phone, her face showing obvious regret and pity, and jokingly remarked, "Indeed, gold shines no matter where it is."

"Auntie's daughter will definitely find her a good husband in the future."

The repairman complimented him.

Aunt Liu composed herself and said, "Hehe, thank you for your kind words."

What?

Since it's all during working hours, does that count as slacking off?

Perhaps realizing he'd been talking for too long, the repairman, having finished his work, picked up his repair kit and slung it over his shoulder, saying, "If any more problems arise, feel free to contact us."

"Ok."

Just as the repairman was about to put his mask back on, a commotion came from the lobby.

"The boss is back."

Aunt Liu whispered, then led the repairman, who had silently put on a mask, out of the kitchen.

"Miss Fang, the kitchen sink has been repaired."

The female homeowner nodded. She wore a mohair knit top, a light beige skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and fluffy slippers. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders. Just like the style of the house, she was gentle, relaxed, and yet exuded an air of noble elegance that made people feel inferior.

"Where are the lights in the greenhouse?"

Aunt Liu was taken aback, then quickly bowed her head, "I'm sorry, Miss Fang, I forgot."

Everyone makes mistakes; the important thing is to bravely admit them and not make excuses.

The landlady was clearly not a difficult person to get along with, and didn't hold it against her, saying, "Go and take a look."

"Ok."

Aunt Liu turned around and said, "Could you please take another look at the light?"

The repairman, wearing a hat and mask, also lowered his head slightly, presumably as a sign of respect for the homeowner, and silently followed Aunt Liu to the greenhouse.

The homeowner, Ms. Fang, glanced at him casually. Just as she was about to look away, she stopped and watched him leave with the nanny, Aunt Liu.

"Aunt Liu, could you please bring a chair over here?"

Since the notification was only for repairing water pipes, the repairman didn't bring a ladder. Looking up at the flickering light, he could only trouble the nanny, Aunt Liu.

"Hold on."

Aunt Liu walked out of the sunroom, found a plastic stool in the storage room, and on her way back, she ran into the homeowner.

"Miss Fang, what would you like to eat for lunch today?"

"Aunt Liu, just do whatever you want."

Ms. Fang was friendly and approachable. Even though Aunt Liu was careless and only remembered to fix the water pipes but forgot about the light in the greenhouse, she didn't mind at all. After working there for about half a month, Aunt Liu got to know Ms. Fang's personality and was always grateful to have met such a good boss.

"Okay, I'll move the stool over and then go cook."

"I'll take it."

"what?"

Even though she knew the other person was approachable, Aunt Liu was still stunned when she saw him extend his hand.

Give me the stool.

Aunt Liu was caught off guard, but following instructions is the first principle of this industry, so she slowly handed over the plastic stool.

Miss Fang took it, turned around, and walked towards the flower room under Aunt Liu's stunned gaze.

What is the repairman doing now that he has been given a new job?
Without wasting any time, while Aunt Liu went to get a chair, I quickly took out my phone and opened the AI ​​app.

What causes light bulbs to flicker?

He meows!
You're actually asking AI???

Aren't you a repairman?

Oh.

He's a plumber.

It might be due to differences in the technological fields.

The AI ​​quickly produced a plethora of answers, a dazzling array that left one overwhelmed.

Repairmen who might not be qualified for the job simply picked up their phones and filmed the flickering light bulb, making it easier for AI to analyze it more accurately.

At that very moment, the door to the greenhouse was pushed open.

The repairman immediately put down his phone, pretending to be nonchalant. It was alright; he would find a way to get Aunt Liu out of there later.

"Thank you, Liu..."

He turned to take the chair, but froze halfway through his sentence.

The person who brought the chair wasn't Aunt Liu, but the female homeowner who was someone a repairman like him couldn't possibly reach!

When their eyes met, the homeowner, Ms. Fang, gave a slight, friendly smile, seemingly to ease the repairman's tension.

"be careful."

She reached out and offered a stool.

The repairman quickly took the light fixture without saying a word, unlike his cheerful demeanor when facing Aunt Liu. After all, their statuses were different and their differences were vast. He immediately started working, standing on a stool in mid-air, and raised his hand to dismantle the light fixture.

"Don't you need to wear gloves?"

On the ground, the homeowner actually knew more than him: "If you get an electric shock, you'll be dead."

"..."

Even though you're the boss, isn't it incredibly impolite to talk like that?
Despite his lack of safety awareness, the repairman remained calm under pressure. He gently stomped his foot from his elevated position, his voice muffled by his mask, and said, "This stool is made of plastic, so it can also be insulated."

The landlady, whose level of education was unknown or who seemed to be having some mental lapses lately and acting foolishly, quieted down and began to back away.

Were you serious about stepping back?

Such a small action can cause such great harm.

The repairman caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, tried to hold back, but couldn't, saying, "You won't get shocked."

"Yes, just in case."

The female homeowner retreated to a safe distance so that she would not be implicated even if the other party was electrocuted and fell.

The politeness of the wealthy is superficial; their rationality is at its core.

Moreover.

She is really frail now.

"I'll fix yours."

The cold-heartedness of the wealthy class is vividly revealed in their calm words. (End of Chapter)