If it were anyone else, faced with a question that looked highly suspiciously like a spending trap, they would have hesitated.
But Tong Shan was no ordinary person.
"You're the Artisan. You call the shots."
Once the words were spoken, there was no taking them back.
At the very least, Tong Shan did not care about such trifling expenses. Before long, a lengthy list had been drawn up, along with the team members' equipment configurations and rough profiles.
Tong Shan did not say anything, but Ji Xue's eyelids twitched as she held the list—what kind of maintenance was this? Mountain copper sold by the gram was being requested by the pound?
And what were all these things she had never even heard of, yet cost an absurd amount when she looked them up?
Why were there so many of them?
Captain Tong, surely you hadn't been taken for a ride and fleeced like some clueless rich fool?
While she sighed and fretted over there, Tong Shan remained as calm as ever.
Yet before two hours had even passed, before she had finished watching the variety show episodes she had saved up, the workshop door opened once again.
It was so fast that she could barely react.
She instinctively glared.
Damn it, kid, you hadn't just half-assed the job, had you?
"Excuse me, the furnace was a little busy, so I had to wait in line for a while. Otherwise, it would have been done sooner."
Ji Jue wiped the sweat from his face with the towel hanging around his neck, then waved. A Mercury cart emerged once more, carrying a cartload of equipment. Contrary to Ji Xue's assumption of a slapdash maintenance job, every piece was spotless and like new... in fact, they seemed even cleaner than when the team