An ordinary person would hesitate for a moment or two when faced with a question that sounded so much like a sales trap, but Tong Shan really was no ordinary person. “You’re the craftsman. You decide.”

Once these words were spoken, there was no taking them back.

At the very least, Tong Shan did not care about such a trivial amount of consumption. Before long, Ji Jue had finished drawing up an extremely long list, and while he was at it, he also asked for the team members’ builds and general information.

Tong Shan said nothing, but Ji Xue’s eye twitched wildly as she held the list. 

What kind of maintenance was this? Orichalcum was sold by the gram, and he was asking for it by the jin? And what were all these other things with names she had never even heard of, but turned out to be absurdly expensive the moment she searched up the prices? Why did he need so much?

Mr. Tong, you’ve been taken for a sucker and fleeced hard.

While she stood there sighing and worrying, Tong Shan remained as calm as ever.

Then, less than two hours later, before she had even finished watching the variety shows she had saved up, the workshop door opened again. It happened so fast that she almost didn’t know how to react. Her eyes widened.

Shit. Did this kid really do his job properly?

“Sorry. The furnace was in use, so I had to wait my turn. Otherwise, I’d have been done even sooner.” Ji Jue lifted the towel hanging around his neck and wiped off his sweat. Then he waved, and once again, a small mercury cart came out carrying a full load of items.

Contrary to Ji Xue’s assumption that he had only done some slapdash, surface-level maintenance,...