Zhang Dawu was very angry, yet there was nothing he could do about it.
Looking at his group of clueless and foolish subordinates, his mood plummeted to rock bottom.
A good while passed, and not a single person capable of making a decision had emerged.
The residents of Xiaogou Village were all gazing eagerly at Zhang Dawu, utterly lacking in initiative.
"Have you all become mute? Speak up!"
Zhang Dawu shouted again, and this time it seemed to have some effect.
Soon, a middle-aged man from the village committee stood up and said, "Mr. Qi, since they've turned their backs on us, we shouldn't worry about losing face anymore. In the end, isn't it up to the city's Cultural Relics Bureau to make the assessment? Let's try to sway the people from the bureau so that Dahe Village's efforts amount to nothing."
Upon hearing this, the crowd nodded unanimously, and some even gave a thumbs up.
Although the strategy was somewhat unscrupulous, it was undoubtedly a good idea.
