"Consultant Fang, may I ask, how much productivity do you have for these things?" Blair asked cautiously. Such powerful items, even if they could design and invent them, producing them in mass quantities might be impossible.
Although he didn't know the specific design process, he guessed that the materials were extremely rare.
"Oh, well, I couldn't say a hundred thousand or eighty thousand, but making ten thousand or eight thousand, I can afford that," Fang Jueyu said, pretending to be aggrieved. "I'm the one supporting this school alone. All the money I earn goes into this school, so I'm actually quite poor!"
"You're quite poor?" Blair inwardly cursed Fang Jueyu's entire family again. If Fang Jueyu was considered poor, then there were no rich people left in this world.
"Consultant Fang, let's go take a look at the Combat Academy," Blair was no longer courageous enough to continue visiting here.
