Mr. Shen, Take It Easy! Don't Blow Up the Training Ground! (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Shen Le stood before the forge, now entirely red, softened, and collapsed inward, feeling utterly miserable.

This forge had cost him one hundred thousand yuan!

He had not even had it for half a month, and he had only forged a few dozen nails!

And just like that, it had burned up... burned up... burned up—

Even if he had money, even if he could afford to spend one hundred thousand yuan, he could not just throw it away like this!

"There's no need to call the fire department. Your courtyard's fireproofing is excellent; it won't catch fire." After watching from atop the wall for a while, the Special Affairs Bureau renovation crew earnestly advised him:

"However, you may need to seriously consider renovating again... With molten iron all over the ground like this, we honestly have no idea how to clean it up to meet your requirements!

"Not to mention, if you need to build a practice ground for rehearsing your spells, you'll need a more specialized renovation plan and crew.

"We work on laboratories. Whether it's renovation materials or magical abilities, our expertise isn't suited to this. We simply don't have the capability to meet your expectations. How about discussing it with the higher-ups directly?

"While only one-third of this land has been renovated, there's still time to change the plan—"

Shen Le did not want to turn his home into a martial arts training ground. Calculating the time, he realized it was almost time to visit Old Sea Turtle and his wife again, as well as feed Little Sea Turtle, so he simply set off for the seaside.

He chatted with Old Sea Turtle, traded some recently acquired spirit herbs for Pearl Shells, and fed Little Sea Turtle a little spiritual energy.

Then, watching Old Sea Turtle