Wheatstone was taken aback, and after a long while, he asked with a frown, tilting his head: "Arthur, have you lost your mind? When you hosted the concert, you were all about maximizing profit, secretly recording those musicians' exclusive tracks. How come you don't care about the commercial interests of the product anymore."
Arthur walked over to the nearly half-meter-tall recording machine, stroked his chin, and sized it up, mumbling, "Though it's a bit large, sneaking it somewhere would probably be impossible. Fortunately, not many people know about its..."
Upon hearing this, Wheatstone felt the hairs on his body almost stand up. He finally understood what Arthur intended him to create this device for.
Wheatstone stammered, "Ar...Arthur, you...you wouldn't be thinking of... That's illegal, you know!"
Hearing this, Arthur merely smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows, "Charles, is there any law in Britain that prohibits recording?"