Rong Qinggui's mouth was so wide that it could fit two eggs. He thought about the scholarly books in the hall. There were too many of them, and there were also some Daoist books. The entire hall was piled up like a mountain. Was it destroyed? He also felt that it was a pity. After all, it was left behind by the predecessors. It seemed that there was not much use in letting others sort it out. The effort and the gains were not proportional, so it had been delayed until now.
"What if that useless Ding Yi is tired and falls ill? If the higher-ups ask about it, then, then…"
Qian Wenli glared at him in disappointment."You've followed me for such a long time, and you don't have this little awareness? Did I say to let Ding Yi do it? I don't believe that Zhang Ronghua will be able to do it alone. If he uses up all his energy, can he still sell his paintings for money?"
Rong Qinghua thought about it and felt that it was right!
