Wen Shuhong: I Was Too Shallow...

"Of course. If it breaks, it's our own problem. However, sir, you can't speak carelessly in the future. It will affect our reputation."

Lin Qiye laughed out loud. "In that case, I'll be leaving first."

The general manager waved his hand.

Lin Qiye and Qi Baishi quickly left the forging volcano.

"That idiot general manager..." Lin Qiye shook his head and laughed.

Qi Baishi also covered her mouth and giggled. "It's because Brother Qiye's weapon is too powerful."

"It's because you forged it well."

"No, it's because Brother Qiye's weapon is special. Otherwise, I don't know when I'll be able to forge a weapon. It might take ten years or even a lifetime."

"Don't be humble. From now on, you'll be my chief blacksmith. I'll provide you with weapons for you to devour. If there's a chance, I'll give you a floating island to use for forging."

Lin Qiye made a promise.