Yu Dongyang glared at them, "Every day you say there's nothing to do because we don't have any orders. You complain that we do not try hard enough to negotiate deals. Now we have orders, you say it's impossible. What do you really want?"
Yu Jingrong, standing aside, coldly said, "There is nothing that is impossible these days. After all, many people like to carve poems into the borders of their seals. Doesn't it have a similar principle to carving the character 'Fu' onto a bracelet? Hey, you there... if you can't do it, just say so. No one will mock you. However, if you insist that it's an impossible task that you can't handle, then it simply shows you are not up to it."
Song Xuepeng's face turned as red as a pig's liver; he was utterly humiliated.
Jingrong was right: the technique does exist, a highly refined art known as micro carving.
