A blacksmith's body, a blacksmith's soul—clang, clang, clang all afternoon, and the day's earnings came to twenty-five cents.
Lu PingAn had spent the entire day clanging away here. What he had gained was not coin, but something far more valuable than any amount of money. Still, everything went through the official accounts, and he himself could not pocket the profits.
Yet Lu PingAn's first industry had been established with remarkable ease. It not only bought "junk Taboo Items," but also provided Taboo Item reshaping services.
Naturally, the required "material fees" and "labor fees" were no small sum.
And so, quite naturally, it sparked another wave of acquisitions.
The large number of high-quality low-tier Taboo Items also drew in more customers. The prices were still far from cheap, but at least there was now a way to buy them.
But all this left Lu PingAn somewhat irritated.
"It's time to find a professional craftsman."
At present, the only one capable of handling the reprocessing was Lu PingAn himself.
He had far too much on his plate and no interest in spending his life clanging away at a forge.
The Workshop had operating platforms and could perform simple "reassembly" on its own. Turning one Taboo Item into another did not require qualitative change, so there was no need for his Invest Life.
"...Useful high-tier craftsmen are just too expensive."
These highly repetitive tasks instead required the assistance of professional craftsmen. Not only did they have a deeper understanding of these "tags," they also naturally knew more about market demand and commodity prices, allowing the Workshop's output to be maximized.
As for Lu PingAn's current team of craftsmen, Fang Wen was the only one who could truly hold her own. Her specialty was mechanical awakening, and she really was not much good at