"Under the current circumstances, it's fine. But if it happens later and an enhanced weapon gets damaged, only for you to compensate me with an unenhanced one..." Fengling smiled as well. "That kind of business would be difficult even for a humble girl like me to handle."
Clearly, she was taking this seriously too.
They were all smart people, so it came down to who could outplay whom.
But the fun of only trying to squeeze each other on price rested on one premise—they were both Rhodes Island operators.
If it were a stranger, Fengling would also have to guard against the possibility of them cutting corners.
And reality was not a game. Enhancing weapons was not purely some probability-based mystery, but a science continuously refined through data.
Though when science ventured into unknown territory, it sometimes had to rely on a little mystery too.
But for a proven, mature process—at least for this kind of weapon—it could definitely be replicated.
"Then what would Miss Fengling like to do?"
Closure's business smile was nearly falling apart.
This Vulpo girl was way too hard to fool!
Fengling understood that perfectly well.
Business had to leave room for profit. She could not squeeze the other side dry.
Fengling straightened her posture, her tail beginning to sway gently.
She raised a finger and began calculating the accounts for Closure.
"First, I've already paid all the material costs for every improvement, right?"
Closure nodded.
"Second, I'll also provide a large amount of combat data to help with your next round of improvements, right?"
Closure had some idea of what Fengling was about to say.
"Then can't I regard what I'm doing not as consumer spending, but as an investment?" Fengling gradually seized the initiative. "After all, once you successfully improve the weapon, the data