Peter and Wang You-sheng

The second thing Lin Hai had to consider was the string that would connect these sandalwood beads. That gave him a bit of a headache.

Among the common bracelet cords on the market, cotton thread and ordinary nylon thread were reasonably strong but lacked elasticity, making it inconvenient to adjust the fit while wearing them. Highly elastic cords, on the other hand, could easily snap after being pulled hard or worn for a long time.

After thinking it over, Lin Hai felt that ordinary commercial bracelets could use better mass-produced cords available on the market. But for these powerful, specially made "friends-and-family editions," that seemed somewhat inadequate.

He needed a cord with extremely high strength and good toughness, some elasticity without easily becoming slack, and enough durability.

The moment that thought occurred to him, Lin Hai's gaze drifted toward Peter, who was nearby holding several sandalwood beads up to the sunlight and studying their grain.

"Peter," Lin Hai said.

Peter might usually be lively and impulsive, but he was no fool. Seeing Lin Hai's expression, he immediately sensed roughly why Lin Hai had called him.

He patted his chest. "The bracelet cord, right? Don't worry, leave it to me! Based on my experience researching and improving Silk materials, it won't take long to formulate a special thread with high strength and good elasticity."

He paused, as though remembering something. "By the way, Lin, does this cord need to be mass-produced? If it's only for a small batch, I can make it quickly with some materials already in the lab.

But if you need large-scale production, we'll have to consider raw material cost control, standardized manufacturing processes, and a whole series of other issues. It'll take much longer."

Lin Hai shook his head. "No mass production. Counting us, our families, a