Adding Insult to Injury

"That's right, that's right. Xiao Zhe is right. There are so many students and experts here. In addition, we would need to get a master artist to come and do the painting. All these would incur a fair amount of charges. Even if we can find a master artist, the end result won't be the same as before. What a pity, what a pity!" Xia Wen said and sighed.

She did not expect that there would be someone even more ruthless than her. What they had said about the works of a master artist were all nonsense. Which master artist would come to such a place to paint! Which master artist would paint on the ceiling! It was at most a master craftsman who had painted it.

Qiao Mei looked at the two brothers telling lies with a straight face and tried hard to hold back her laughter. Professor Zhu was so nervous that beads of sweat kept flowing down his face.

Qiao Mei took Professor Zhu to the side to drink some tea. She would leave the negotiation to the Xia brothers.