Professor Wei saw that Lu Li was going to make an "Alloy Flying Sword" and wasn't surprised at all—it was much more normal than the previous battle armor.
While brushing his teeth, he replied:
"Making hard alloy isn't difficult, what style do you want your Flying Sword? Weight, the proportion of various metals?"
Lu Li thought it over and replied, "The specifics don't matter, just make it tough—as if the target for the Flying Sword is a tank."
After receiving the message, Wei Wenqi smiled. It seemed he'd have to make a luxurious toy for the wealthy again.
What a pity that he, a respectable professor, had to bow to money... it was quite frustrating.
As he was contemplating, his phone pinged twice.
The first was a notification of funds received: one million dollars.
The second was an additional message from Lu Li: "Make as many as you can, as quickly as possible."
Then the phone fell silent, lifeless once more.