Chapter 673: Chapter 674: The New Book Is a Hit
Nian Shutong was a bit excited, but her mind remained clear, and she still managed to stabilize the situation inside the furnace.
The surrounding Rubble and Ji Sisi were also somewhat excited. Ji Sisi jumped up on the spot with exaggerated enthusiasm, but silently, afraid that making any noise would disturb Nian Shutong.
Rubble, too, showed a rare glimpse of excitement, tiptoeing off the ground with effort.
This was his first time, after such a long period, to have a successful project. Aside from this project, he had at most failed three times.
But this first collaboration with Ms. Nian Shutong saw more failures than all of Rubble’s past failures combined.
At this moment, Nian Shutong was redrawing the weapon shape she wanted. After much thought, she crafted a bowl, a bowl for drinking black sesame paste, as a keepsake, let’s say.
The bowl slowly took shape.
To take shape required structure, it couldn’t simply be squeezed into form.
This process took Nian Shutong about an hour because the flames below were not her own and thus not as smooth and convenient to use.
But thankfully, in the end, she succeeded.
When the flames within the furnace extinguished, both Ji Sisi and Rubble stepped forward to inspect.
"Mr. Nian, what have you crafted?"
Amid Ji Sisi’s inquiry, Nian Shutong took out her sky-blue bowl and asked her, "Does it look nice?"
"Beautiful."
Ji Sisi immediately nodded in affirmation, but before she could ask more, Rubble inquired.
"What kind of weapon is this bowl?"
Nian Shutong stowed away her bowl and, while fiddling with it in her palm, said, "This is called a ’Hidden Weapon.’ When you’re eating, who would suspect that my bowl could be a weapon? Whoever it hits would be out of luck."
Her words were completely earnest, yet the two great scientists opposite believed them.
Ji Sisi, in agreement, said, "Then we’ll need to craft a pair of chopsticks as well."
Rubble nodded in consent, saying, "Plates and spoons too, perhaps."
Nian Shutong, willing to play along, said, "You’re right, very logical. Let’s craft a pair of chopsticks, a spoon, and also a plate, then we’ll have a complete set."
So, an incredibly expensive set of tableware was completed.
After her first successful refinement, Nian Shutong never failed again, nor did she have another furnace explosion.
For three consecutive days, she learned from Rubble about refining materials and the related knowledge of ores—after all, she was going to teach interstellar people, so she needed to speak in terms interstellar students could understand.
Luckily, Nian Shutong, with her powerful Divine Sense, absorbed all the knowledge Rubble stuffed her way, and when the three-day course was over, Rubble remarked, "Turns out Ms. Nian Shutong is quite clever."
Nian Shutong felt no joy from the compliment but merely turned her head to ask, "Did you think I was very dumb?"
"Mm, everyone else isn’t very clever."
Nian Shutong perfectly understood the translation: aside from Rubble, everyone else was dumb.
Well, that was fine by her. After all, there could only be one person as smart as Rubble in All Star.
Having finished her learning sessions, Nian Shutong finally had time to prepare for something else, which was to sell the facial masks and lipstick she made.
Over the last few weeks, the refined ores had been anything but cheap, and the money had flowed like water, blown away by her many failures—making money was definitely not something she would ever find excessive.
On Blue Star nowadays, big earnings came from seeds, Little River’s patent applications, the profit from silk, the income from the store, and the revenue from the online game that Fu Yunhe left behind.
All added up, it really wasn’t a small amount; but the speed at which money was spent was also swift—just Rubble alone was as costly as an entire army.
So, Nian Shutong’s zeal to make money was utterly undiminished.
Tonight, there would be a Little River Live broadcast, and Nian Shutong first released a preview announcing she would broadcast some different stuff, calling it a beauty broadcast.
Many on Star Network did not quite understand what a beauty broadcast was.
But regardless, everyone was keen to follow any new move from Little River Live.
At this moment, Nian Shutong was making some new items. Surely, she couldn’t just broadcast beauty products—that would be too boring, and she would lose some of her regular audience, so food was definitely something to be interspersed throughout.
At seven in the evening, the live broadcast began.
"Hello, everybody, I’m the Boss. Tonight’s broadcast has two themes, one is drinks, and the other is beauty."
[Hello, Boss, good evening.]
[It’s been many days since we’ve seen the Boss. The last few times, it was Elder Hua and Master Fan.]
[It must have been ten days, Boss.]
[With Elder Hua’s commentary, it’s like Master Fan’s already god-tier cooking skills leveled up even more.]
[Every day, I have to endure temptations not just of taste, but also of smell, and the mental allure of Elder Hua.]
[I even started to miss Rubble’s science popularization.]
[Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! That’s so true.]
"There’s an old saying, ’An old hand in action is worth two.’ Today, we had two veterans taking charge, worth the effort of four."
While jokingly speaking, Nian Shutong began to move, preparing a teapot. The tea brewing hadn’t even started, and the comment section was already calling for something different.
[Boss, I wonder if we could see the Text Mover, I really want to see him!]
[I do too. Murder on the Orient Express completely overturned my worldview.]
[So this is what a detective novel is like. After reading it, I felt like my brain got nothing right. I spent the entire time trying to figure out who the murderer was, and it turns out it was everyone.]
[I never even considered that possibility.]
[But I can’t really blame those people—the one who died truly deserved it.]
[No matter what, Text Mover is too amazing, I really like Poirot.]
[I like him too. It feels like there are many more stories, not just one.]
Nian Shutong watched as her comment section started discussing the Text Mover. Apparently, she hadn’t checked the comments since the book was published.
"The Text Mover asked me to tell you that there are several more stories about Poirot. He will be releasing them all on Star Reading eventually. As for a meet-up, all I can say is the time hasn’t come yet."
[Boss, how come you can answer right away? Does that mean Text Mover is right next to you?]
[Could it be one of the few people we’ve seen across from you?]
[I remember there was a Ha Ha and a Lin Mu, who else was there?]
[I’m excited too. Could one of them be our Earth Bar?]
[It’s over, I’m completely thrilled!]
Nian Shutong hadn’t expected the netizens to have such wild imaginations. She didn’t dare say anything more, just addressed everyone, saying, "I’m inviting you all for tea."