The Video Went Viral!

"Hi, everyone~ Welcome to the Clever Hands Doctor Channel..."

In Kraft's personal workshop, he faced the camera and delivered his opening lines.

As early as the day his production tools had arrived, Fatty Liao, who was desperate for money, had urged him to start making the new gadget he had mentioned. The items had actually already been completed, and Fatty Liao had nearly finished editing the relevant production footage. Kraft was only reshooting the opening and product introduction now.

"...As everyone knows, I have a good friend named David, and he's somewhat on the plump side."

As he spoke, Kraft gestured around his stomach.

"He'd always wanted to lose weight, but he couldn't find an effective method. I believe quite a few people share the same problem. As his good friend, I decided to help him think of a solution. And so, this set was born—the Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats Weight Loss Set!"

This product had also been inspired by dreams about Shougong Geng. Although Kraft could now make gadgets with more advanced technology and greater practical value, inventions such as Professor Agasa's Anesthetic Watch were meant for self-defense, not for sale. Besides, if he openly sold dangerous items like those, the police would probably come knocking.

Fun inventions like Shougong Geng's were much more suitable for videos. They were safe and full of gimmicky appeal, and videos featuring products from Shougong Geng always ranked among the most viewed on Kraft's channel.

It just so happened that Kraft had recently dreamed about the Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats Treadmill and the Diet Fitness Weight Loss Refrigerator Lock, so he simply bundled them together into one video.

After having Fatty Liao appear on camera to test the two new inventions, all the footage had been shot. Kraft always handed the follow-up work to Fatty Liao, who also managed the Clever Hands Channel account. After all, Kraft was only responsible for making the products.

Though Fatty Liao was a greedy businessman, he was still quite reliable as a partner.

Once the items were finished, Kraft stopped paying attention to them and holed himself up in the workshop to try making Power-Enhancing Shoes. Most of his video income now actually came from the website, while product sales had become the smaller portion. Besides, even if someone wanted large items like the Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats Treadmill or the Diet Fitness Weight Loss Refrigerator Lock, they would generally have to place a custom order. Kraft would only need to step in after Fatty Liao had negotiated with the customer.

Clang—boom!

An empty soda can was kicked flying by Kraft. It whistled through the air and slammed into a wooden board in the distance. The specially reinforced board was blasted straight through by the can, which lodged perfectly in the hole.

"Success!"

Kraft clenched his fist and cheered. After several failures, he had finally made the Power-Enhancing Shoes.

"Hmm... the accuracy is a bit of a problem, though..."

Kraft looked at the soda can, which had nearly flown beyond the edge of the board, and scratched his head in frustration.

So why had he developed Power-Enhancing Shoes? His aim when kicking was obviously nowhere near as good as when throwing with his hands. Wouldn't gloves have been better?

Still, through this process, Kraft had already mastered the core technology behind the Power-Enhancing Shoes. Developing Arm Strength Enhancement Gloves from it shouldn't be much of a problem.

Except...

"I'm running a little low on money..."

Kraft calculated how much money he had left and let out a helpless sigh.

Renting this workshop had already cost him more than half his savings, and making the Power-Enhancing Shoes had been especially hard on footwear. Even though Kraft had tried to choose cheaper shoes, he had still spent quite a bit. After all, the shoes couldn't be too poor in quality—if they broke after just a couple kicks, there would be no point.

"Kraft! Kraft! Something huge happened—!"

Just as Kraft was agonizing over whether to rush out another batch of Mechanical Locks for some cash, Fatty Liao barged through the workshop door with a laptop tucked under his arm.

"What happened? Did someone find your collection again?"

"Where would I get the money to add to my collection now?!"

Fatty Liao snapped angrily.

"No! This isn't the time for that! Something huge really happened! Our channel is finally famous!"

For Fatty Liao to set aside the topic of his collection, something major really must have happened. But judging by the broad grin on his chubby face, it was probably good news.

Kraft grabbed Fatty Liao by the arm and pulled him outside. He didn't like other people lingering where he worked.

"So, David, old buddy, what happened?"

Kraft asked as they walked out.

"Take a look at this."

Fatty Liao opened the laptop, pulled up the video they had filmed earlier, then rapidly scrolled down to the comments section.

The pinned comment at the top read, "Interesting idea. I'm planning to get one for my bodyguards."

The commenter's ID was Tony Stark.

There was also a flamboyant verification badge before the ID. That badge was unique across the entire internet, proving that this Tony Stark was the genuine article.

There was even a rumor about the badge. Apparently, Tony Stark had once gotten into an argument with someone on this video site. When someone questioned his identity, he had bought the entire website and added this unique anti-counterfeiting badge to his ID.

Kraft didn't know whether the story was true, but the badge at least proved that the person who had commented was Stark himself.

"So Stark contacted you?"

Kraft asked flatly, not taking Tony Stark too seriously.

Although Kraft could still basically only replicate inventions from his dreams, he had gradually become quite interested in scientific research. By all rights, he should have admired a genius scientist like Tony Stark. But because of his childhood experiences, he had never been able to feel much goodwill toward people with different skin colors from his own. Unless he had spent a long time with them and they had earned his approval, he wouldn't think highly of them. Stark, a white scientist Kraft had never even met, naturally fell outside the scope of his admiration.

"How can you not be excited?! This is Tony Stark!"

Fatty Liao shouted excitedly, completely unable to understand Kraft's calm attitude.

"Don't be stupid, David."

Precisely because he didn't have the filter of a fan, Kraft saw things clearly.

"Do you think it would be difficult for Stark Industries to replicate little toys like mine with their technology? To Stark, this thing is just some trinket he bought on a whim, like one of those rattle drums you bought off the street. Do you really think you can get connected to Stark with this?"

Doused by Kraft's cold water, Fatty Liao gradually calmed down. Smacking his lips, he said regretfully, "All right, you have a point, but..."

Fatty Liao defended himself with great righteousness. "I don't even like playing with rattle drums! I bought that one for the kid next door!"

Kraft couldn't be bothered with him.

You didn't like rattle drums? Then who was that idiot who had run through three streets shaking one around?

What happened afterward was exactly as Kraft had said. The person who contacted Fatty Liao was just an employee of Stark Industries. There was no eager attempt to recruit talent like Fatty Liao had imagined, nor was there any arrogance. They simply bought something from them. Fatty Liao cautiously named a price that wasn't too outrageous, and the other party didn't bargain. They gave him an address known by most New Yorkers—Stark Industries headquarters—and the transaction was complete.

Fatty Liao couldn't help but pound his chest in regret... If he'd known, he would have quoted a higher price.

Kraft had thought the matter would end there, but he had underestimated the traffic that a major figure like Tony Stark could bring.

It was bad enough that unfamiliar people, even total strangers, had suddenly started coming up to greet him around school and near his home. Some people who sounded like scammers had somehow gotten hold of his phone number and email address, sending messages about partnering with him to create a brand and so on.

Eventually, reporters even came to Vantas, this obscure public middle school, to interview Kraft. The interview appeared on the front pages of several newspapers, and a television station even produced a special program about it.

This carnival-like development left both Kraft and Fatty Liao, neither of whom had ever experienced anything like it, dumbfounded.

Martin Lee, however, remained calm about it.

"That's how capital works. They pour fuel on a trend to make it explode even further, then profit from the traffic and benefits it brings. Once they've harvested what they want, they don't care what becomes of those former hot topics."

Martin Lee rubbed Kraft's little head and explained with a smile.

"Take the Medal of Freedom I received back then. Do you think the President of America really cared about rootless drifters like us? He only wanted to set up an example to improve his political achievements. That person could have been me or someone else. I merely seized the opportunity and fought for quite a few benefits for myself."

Kraft scratched his head in confusion, not understanding why Martin was telling him this. He hadn't cared about any of it to begin with. Or rather, thanks to the media hype, orders for his Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats Weight Loss Set had skyrocketed. He was happy enough already.

"So?"

"So while this wave hasn't passed yet, put two sets of that Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats thing in FEAST and bring me some traffic too. I'll pay the regular price."

A crafty smile appeared on Martin's face as he said this.

"Is this your adult world..."

Kraft sighed helplessly. Though he looked down on Martin's trend-chasing behavior, he still agreed.

What else could he do? Martin was his dad, after all. He could only go along with it.

Besides, Martin would pay.