After seeing the wine the Level-One Repairman had brought back and hearing where it had come from, the Ghost Cultivator Girl thought for a moment before saying, "All right. If they want to give it to us, we can accept it. But things like this are only a bonus. It's perfectly fine if people don't give us anything, understand?"
"Understood." The Level-One Repairman nodded quickly, then asked, "What should we do with the wine, then?"
"It's your wine. You decide."
The Level-One Repairman froze for a moment, finding it almost impossible to believe.
He had never met a leader like this, nor had he ever realized that they were entitled to enjoy gifts too. That right was an acknowledgment of their work, and it made them feel an even stronger attachment to the Service Station.
After huddling together to discuss it for a while, the Level-One Repairman told the Ghost Cultivator Girl, "We've decided. Could we put it up for sale at the station? We're still minors, after all, so we can't drink."
"Sure. I'll set aside part of the proceeds as bonuses for everyone, and put the rest into a little fund for team activities. Also, could I have a small taste? I've never tried this kind of wine."
"Of course! Help yourself!"
Choosing a bottle of sweet wine, the Ghost Cultivator Girl sent it back, then continued working.
The departing cargo ship was the best possible advertisement. Whenever it stopped somewhere else, its captain would tell people about the Heaven Origin Service Station. Soon, new ships came calling.
The ships underwent repairs nearby while their sailors came ashore to eat and rest. The spacious recreation area rang with laughter. Sailors who had bought magazines unwrapped them on the spot and played the Dreamscape Game there.
The gaming environment