Dongfang Jing suddenly took two steps back, hiding the scroll behind his back, and looked up at Lou Gao with a mischievous smile on his face.
Lou Gao got impatient, his beard bristling: "Hey! You little brat! How dare you play tricks on an old man! That's so unfair! Tell me quickly, besides spray painting and changing the color, what else do you want me to do for you?"
Dongfang Jing wasn't joking; he said seriously, "This isn't on my behalf. This second matter will be a tremendous opportunity for you and for the entire Blacksmiths' Association."
"Oh?" Lou Gao's expression turned serious, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "Kid, tell me about it."
Dongfang Jing stroked his chin and asked, "How are you doing with your research on the three hidden weapons I gave you earlier: the Silent Sleeve Arrow, the Flying Claw, and the Zhuge Crossbow?"
"I haven't fully grasped it yet," Lou Gao admitted frankly. "I've devoted all my energy to this sports car for the past month. Kid, stop beating around the bush and just say it!"
"Alright." Dongfang Jing nodded. "This matter concerns a friend of my sister's. Her sect needs to purchase a large quantity of these mechanical hidden weapons to equip its disciples."
He briefly explained what he had learned from his sister's letter.
Ning Rongrong plans to order a large number of hidden weapons from Tang San.
Dongfang Jing's attitude towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has always been somewhat complicated.
It's hard to say who was right or wrong about the past entanglements; they were simply a matter of differing perspectives.
Ning Fengzhi tried every means to recruit the siblings back then, which was understandable as the head of a sect.
If it were Dongfang Jing himself, he would also use the same methods to try his best to recruit geniuses.
However, from his perspective back then, joining a sect meant losing his freedom and having the secrets of the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors exposed, which was unacceptable to Dongfang Jing.
But in reality, after Yao'er joined as a disciple of Sword Douluo, she received the best resources, guidance and care, and had no worries about food or clothing.
They even gave Yao'er a lot of gold soul coins.
Dongfang Jing used these gold soul coins to buy many of the ingredients he used to cook for the soul beasts in the forest.
In other words, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School indirectly supported his livelihood.
But to be fair, Dongfang Jing still didn't have much affection for this sect.
It might seem like she's an ingrate, but that's the truth, and Dongfang Jing won't try to justify it.
Now, his goal is to attain the position of a god.
How to deal with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is no longer the most important thing.
However, one should not expect to be grateful for kindness, but at least one should not be ungrateful.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School raised and protected Yao'er on his behalf, and he truly owed them this debt of gratitude.
Otherwise, the young Yao'er would definitely have been hunted down by Tang Hao.
Perfectly, the matter of mass-producing hidden weapons became a convenient opportunity to repay the debt of gratitude.
At the same time, Ning Fengzhi's daughter, Ning Rongrong, was added to the Soul Master team that was later formed, and she was led to win the championship of the Continental Elite High-Level Soul Master Academy Tournament.
This honor is something the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School desperately wants.
Moreover, since the Tang family is involved in the matter of hidden weapons, Dongfang Jing will inevitably intervene.
How could Tang San's enemy's son earn a large amount of gold soul coins by selling hidden weapons?
Damn it, don't even think about it!
Beside the desk,
After hearing Dongfang Jing's explanation, Lou Gao fell silent.
His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, clearly weighing the pros and cons.
Dongfang Jing added at the opportune moment: "The Blacksmiths' Association is responsible for batch production of mechanical concealed weapons, including the Silent Sleeve Arrow, the Flying Claw, the Zhuge Crossbow, and this one."
He pushed the scroll containing the blueprints for "Innuendo" up to Lou Gao's face.
Lou Gao eagerly unfurled the scroll, his eyes instantly drawn to its contents.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is the wealthiest sect on the continent. By cooperating with them, the Blacksmith Association can not only obtain substantial profits, but also take this opportunity to make the world take notice of blacksmithing skills, thus gaining both fame and fortune."
"Of course, as I said before, the blueprints for these hidden weapons were 'spoils of war' that I obtained after defeating someone. And that original owner has not yet made these hidden weapons public, nor has he manufactured or sold them on a large scale."
Lou Gao suddenly looked up, his eyes wide: "Kid! You mean I should beat you to the punch and announce that I developed these hidden weapons?"
His brows were furrowed; it sounded rather unethical.
Dongfang Jing's view was completely different: "Senior, you know better than I how blacksmiths are regarded in the world of Soul Masters. Isn't your lifelong dream to promote the blacksmithing profession and make the world recognize the wisdom and value of blacksmiths?"
"Blacksmith, blacksmith, the core lies in forging! It tests the skill honed through countless hammer blows, and the quality of the final product speaks for itself. Design ideas are important, but they are not the only ones."
If the equipment a blacksmith forges far surpasses the designer's in quality and power, doesn't that prove the blacksmith's excellence? Ultimately, the world remembers the forger who transformed blueprints into masterpieces, not merely the one who drew them.
Lou Gao listened, his fingers tapping on the table slowing down as he silently nodded. That makes sense.
"Moreover, it's still hard to say who the real designer of this hidden weapon is."
"Huh?" Lou Gao asked, puzzled. "It wasn't designed by the person you defeated?"
Dongfang Jing scoffed: "Him? He stole it."
"Hahaha! Good heavens!" Lou Gao's last bit of worry vanished upon hearing this, and he burst into laughter.
He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup jump: "Alright! Kid, I agree to this! You're right! As the president of the blacksmiths' association, I, Lou Gao, have the responsibility and the obligation to lead the blacksmiths to create a better future! Let the world see the skills of us blacksmiths!"
"Master Lou Gao is indeed straightforward!" Dongfang Jing praised.
He lightly touched the prismatic earring on his earlobe with his fingers, and then took out a scroll.
"What?! There's more?!" Lou Gao was so shocked that his mouth dropped open again, his jaw almost falling to the ground.
Dongfang Jing shook his head slightly: "I, Dongfang Jing, do not like to owe favors. I will remember your kindness in building an extra sports car for me. This scroll contains the blueprints for the 'Dragon Beard Needle,' which I will give as a token of my gratitude. You may study it on your own, Master."
He did not hand over the blueprints for the most powerful hidden weapons of the Tang Clan to Lou Gao.
Although it is extremely difficult to make, what if Lou Gao actually makes it, puts it up for auction, and then it is bought by the enemy and used as a powerful hidden weapon against his own people?
That would be like lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own foot.
Moreover, mechanical concealed weapons are usable by everyone.
If it becomes widespread, it will cause a huge uproar.
How wicked are people's hearts? They fight each other for profit, causing countless deaths and injuries.
Then the one who provided the blueprint for the hidden weapon, Dongfang Jing, is the biggest sinner.
Another reason is that the second most powerful hidden weapon among mechanical weapons is called the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles.
Dongfang Jing had seen its production process; the materials were extremely precious, requiring silver mother material from deep-sea sunken silver.
And this silver mother actually needs human blood and energy to consecrate it!
Lou Gao's fervent obsession with forging,
Dongfang Jing had reason to suspect that he would not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of others or even his own to complete it.
Dongfang Jing admires Lou Gao's character and skill; it would be a great pity if he were to die because of a broken hidden weapon.
Lou Gao carefully put away the two new blueprints, as if they were priceless treasures, his face beaming with satisfaction.
He stood up from his seat and stretched his limbs: "Alright kid, are you done with the business? I'm exhausted after a month, I need to get a good night's sleep. I'll repaint your car tomorrow."
Dongfang Jing blinked.
Instead of getting up, he rested his elbows on the table, his palms supporting his chin, and remained motionless, smiling as he said, "No, Master, I'm in a hurry. Change it now."
"You!" Lou Gao pointed at Dongfang Jing, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger. "You're abusing an old man! You're exploiting this old blacksmith!"
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