"Hmph, there can't be a next time. What if they don't want to come? You can't force them under the guise of the Forbidden City."

Qian Zilin nodded quickly. "Okay, okay, okay. I got it. By the way, when will the next project start? Do you have a plan?"

Ling Yue thought about it and sat down. "I'll start writing the plan when I get back. This requires applying for funding. I'm wondering if I can keep up with the progress of my work as I write the plan."

Qian Zilin sat up straight in surprise: "Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean, can we apply for project funding in advance? That way, we can save time while we're writing."

"This isn't going to be easy," Qian Zilin said after a moment of silence. He then stood up, tied his tie, and put on his hat. "Let me apply to the Palace Museum first. The situation in China isn't good right now, and the relevant departments are very strict in their review process. We need every penny of funding to be effectively used."

Ling Yue had no choice but to nod. This was understandable. In the current situation, those who held the money were even more nervous. You know, a handful of food or one dollar could save a civilian's life.

In this situation, everyone was on high alert. They would never dare to approve anything without seeing the plan and the signatures of the relevant responsible persons.

Qian Zilin thought that this matter was handled by Comrade Zhu and Comrade Xiangzhong, and since it involved Ling Yue, it might not be that complicated.

Without saying much, even though it was already afternoon and the sun was very strong overhead, Qian Zilin still wanted to go there in person. Sometimes it was difficult to explain clearly over the phone, and it was not completely confidential.