"How could it be all messed up? This was personally written by Fu Tinghan."
Upon hearing it was Fu Tinghan's formula, Zhao Hu immediately sat up to read it carefully. He didn't understand it on the first go, so he read it a second time, then furrowed his brows and looked at Guo Pu, "Do you think I can make it?"
"Which step can't you do?"
"First of all, I can't do this forging. He's using a hydropower forging machine, and all the hydropower forging machines in this world are in Fu Tinghan's hands. Where could I find one for you? And the firing process that follows, just look at this—does it make sense? This temperature can melt steel. If I had such a furnace, what couldn't I make money from? Why would I resort to making just a lamp?"
He asked Guo Pu, "Is this really just a lamp?"
Guo Pu: "…It's just a lamp."
Zhao Hu furrowed his brows, "What does it look like? Is its design more attractive than the two palace lanterns I hung at my residence's gate during the Lantern Festival?"
