Looking at his phone, Big Chef took a bite of noodles and told Luban about the Bull Demon King's situation. He sent over several sets of interior design pictures he had found online. Qin Fen figured that would be enough.
Luban stared at the bizarre metallic decor, cold sweat covering his forehead. Those lights and everything else looked so strange!
"How am I supposed to make these?" Luban's jaw dropped.
Qin Fen was exasperated at his failure to catch on. "If you don't have electric lights, can't you substitute something else? Think about formations and materials. Wouldn't those work? The same goes for sound systems, actually. We can't stick to tradition in everything we do. We have to learn to adapt!"
Qin Fen was speechless. You're immortals! Without wires and generators, can't you make do yourselves? What do you have magic for?
There was only one real difficulty: karaoke! Even the singing equipment could be replaced by other means, but how the hell was he supposed to handle the music videos and backing tracks? Qin Fen thought of something: the Mysterious Light Technique. "This shouldn't be too hard, right?" Big Chef muttered.
Luban nearly cried. He had only just been making bicycles, copying them from Doraemon's books. After all that effort to finally produce one, the patriarch was already going wild and setting up a karaoke club. This was no ordinary leap. Heavens, this is driving me mad!
Zhang Mingfeng, standing beside him, patted his shoulder. "What are you afraid of? If it's difficult, we tackle it. If it isn't, we create difficulties and tackle those too! We have strength in numbers now, anyway. Let's pool our ideas and get the patriarch's assignment done first. Don't forget, Heavenly Court gained more than thirty helpers this time! And the number of