He couldn’t directly refuse the outrageous demands of the mercenaries, he had to respond in a subtle way.
"Our current workshop isn’t advanced enough to create that kind of thing, why don’t you propose something else for now."
Currently... not advanced enough?
So, does that mean it might be possible in the future?
The player community was in an uproar again.
In fact, Lin Miao thought the same.
Never mind the dangerous Wanderer, even if the players wanted the Cosmic Battleship Yamato, he’d make it for them.
No matter how it performs, it at least has to look the part.
Of course, the prerequisite is that players have to pay enough and contribute to the growth of Horizon Corporation, enabling him to build a space dock.
The denial of the custom order initially disheartened Red Bucket, but he quickly perked up.
After all, Mantou had already reminded him that the game’s physics are still close to reality, and that kind of overly outrageous stuff isn’t possible.
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That can be arranged.
Arthur nodded, of course, he knew what exoskeleton the other was talking about, that cheap exoskeleton armor was only bulletproof and had no other uses, and its shape was whatever they decided.
Can’t create anything 80 meters tall, then making one 2 meters tall is fine, even if it’s just a skin texture.
"But you need to provide the design schematics for the exterior, then we can do the work."
Red Bucket had prepared for this in the past three days, specifically flipping through the Pacific Rim setting collection and commissioned Pandora to help with the modeling in the game world.
Looking at the appearance style in the chip, Arthur nodded.
"As long as the style matches, it’s 8000 eurogold, adding other functions will be extra, for details, you can coordinate with Tony."
He pointed to the guy with a mohawk beside him.
Even though he looks like a gang member, this guy is actually a designer who resigned from Midnight Military, which is a medium-sized military enterprise.
The 8000 eurogold style is indeed a bit pricey, even for the veteran players nowadays.
But the credit card spenders won’t even bat an eye when paying for aesthetics.
"Alright." Red Bucket hurried aside, leaving space for the next lousy soldier who came up.
The other person rubbed their hands together.
"I want a No. 1 Machine EVA, the kind that can go berserk."
Arthur really wanted to give this guy a knock on the head, preferably turning him into a cyberpsycho, so he’d know what going berserk means.
Not even mentioning he hadn’t heard of any EVA, just looking at the blueprint the guy showed was enough to dismiss it.
Organic power armor core, AT field, are you insane?
This one Arthur remembered, a comic book hero from over a hundred years ago, though that company went bankrupt many years back.
With that kind of size, welding steel plates isn’t feasible, goodbye.
The Dark Knight Arkham armor
This one’s doable, not particularly tough, maybe even a one-to-one replica is possible, but the cost would be extraordinarily high.
Maybe several hundred thousand W.
Thanks to industrial advancement, prices of many high-strength materials aren’t particularly high, moreover here is Night City, North America’s largest smuggling hub, as long as you have money, you can get anything you want.
Speaking of which, does Batman even have this armor?
Actually, the players were partly right about Arthur Clarke’s dad reading comics, and getting his name from there is not far off.
He chose the former over Arthur Wayne.
Unfortunately, his dad didn’t escape his fate in the end.
Arthur Clarke, growing up under such influences, somewhat knew about those things.
As the biggest player currency harvester made by Lin Miao at present, the studio perfectly executed his task.
Providing ’custom costumes’ for other players at a certain premium.
If he couldn’t fix the stats, couldn’t Lin Miao nail the aesthetics?
"That exoskeleton you brought out a few days ago is quite interesting; was it made by you guys?"
Freddy looked at the screen in front with great interest, which showed footage of Lin Miao’s battle with the Trauma Team.
He rarely took the time to give this small company’s boss some personal attention.
"I didn’t expect that besides talking business, you would also drive power armor so well, you’d be an ace pilot in the military; where did you serve before, which company’s unit? Why haven’t I heard of your name?"
Sitting across from him, Lin Miao chuckled.
"Some things are innate, even on a first try, I can achieve tenfold, as they say, transcending the ordinary is true genius."
In Night City, who doesn’t have a past they’d rather forget, your selected sex doll in Big Bird’s revolving rotation might very well be a retired veteran.
Seeing Lin Miao reluctant to share his past, Freddy didn’t press the issue but pointed to the photo in his hand.
"Let’s talk business now, Mr. Lin, is what you have there a prototype or a production model? Our Military Science is very interested in it and willing to pay a high price, name your figure."
"Would ordinary light power armor interest Military Science that much?"
"If your performance can be described as ordinary, then my team would just be garbage bins."
Freddy said with a stern face, with his red striped goggles, it was hard to read what he was thinking.
"Let’s be honest, didn’t you bring it out for us to see? Your purpose has been achieved, you can make any request you have now."
Actually, Military Science values Lin Miao himself more than the power armor.
Just his saying "MAGA" was quite remarkable enough.