Luo Qi felt that Lin Qi's talk about teaching martial arts was nothing more than a joke.
A wilderness gang opening a shop in the suburbs to teach people martial skills—no matter how one looked at it, it was a black joke.
Even if what Lin Qi said was true, who would dare come to a wilderness gang's headquarters to study? Were they afraid they had too many organs and wanted to lighten the load?
"What are you thinking? Of course it's real. We're a legitimate martial arts hall." Lin Qi caught Luo Qi's meaning and replied very seriously.
"Wilderness gangs have always been synonymous with danger in the suburbs. Even if I believe you, Lin, do you think the people in the suburbs will? Obsidian Martial Arts Hall is already on the Martial Artist Association's wilderness gang list. I'm afraid hardly anyone in the entire suburbs doesn't know about it now." Luo Qi suggested, "Besides, using the shop to teach martial skills is such a waste. I think I should return to my old trade, hire some mechanics, and buy a batch of machine tools. As long as we have a stable source of ore, we won't have to worry about making money."
"Open a weapon shop? That's not a bad idea." Lin Qi thought it sounded good as well. Obsidian Martial Arts Hall did not lack weapons for now, but as the number of players increased, their existing weapons would definitely not be enough. Moreover, with their own weapon shop, they could use the Bronze Ore under the martial arts hall without worry to manufacture B2 Grade Weapons. He immediately said, "Then we'll handle both. You can prepare the weapon shop while helping the martial arts hall promote itself. Neither matter will be delayed."
"When the shop opens,