"Spinning and weaving? Irrigation? Planting? Processing? Regardless of whether it's farming equipment or something else, what can you provide?" Ren Baqian thought about it and said to Shi Hu, "Go to my room and bring me the brown wooden box."
Shi Hu left hurriedly to fetch the item.
The room then plunged into silence. Ren Baqian stayed calm amid the chaos and waited. Saying anything now would be needless time wasting. These people simply refused to be convinced until they were faced with the grim reality.
Meanwhile, the people from the Zhang family were wondering what it was that Ren Baqian had ordered his bodyguard to retrieve.
Shi Hu returned hurriedly an hour later and was holding a wooden box that was about 60 by 30 by 15 centimeters. "Sir, here it is."
Ren Baqian took the box and opened it up before rummaging through it for a bit. Then, he took out some blueprints.
