The people below strongly agreed and secretly gave Wang's decision a thumbs up.
But because they were scared by the general's previous rebukes, they didn't dare to make a ruckus below this time, like ducks rebelling.
This won't do. If they really lose to Fu Changfeng, will they still have a good life in the future?
Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong looked alarmed and were about to discuss with Wang, the adjutant, that if they couldn't count all the people, then counting half would be fine too.
Although they knew that the chances of negotiating with Lieutenant Wang were slim.
Unexpectedly, one of them, in a particularly naive and simple way, blurted out, "Sure, no problem."
The voice was… Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong both looked at Zheng Quchi with utter shock, their faces contorted in a screaming, groundhog-like manner.
—Ah Qing, my goodness, how could you agree to that so readily?!
The other craftsmen in the team mechanically turned their heads and stared at her blankly.
Do you know what you're saying?
Zheng Quchi said to Wang Zebang, "We agree with Deputy Wang's proposal."
When Wang Zebang heard her say that, he glanced at the people in her team again.
He thought that others would definitely object, or even rush to rebuke her for overstepping her bounds, but they all just stared blankly at Zheng Quchi.
She's just a lowly first-class craftsman, currently working as a menial soldier. Logically speaking, she shouldn't even have the right to speak.
But to his surprise, he found that the others were not happy to lose their voting rights in this round, because their previous advantage would turn into a disadvantage.
Strangely, they only glared at her with such pain and resentment, and didn't protest publicly anymore.
They told her, and they could only accept it helplessly.
Wang Zebang suddenly felt he couldn't understand it.
But since no one objected, Wang Zebang naturally didn't waste any more time: "Let's begin."
"Wait a minute," Shi Hetong hurriedly called out, "Stop!"
After being stopped twice, Wang Zebang's face immediately fell, and he said coldly, "Why are you making such a fuss?"
Zheng Quchi pulled Shi Hetong, who was stunned by Wang Zebang's cold face, over to meet Wang Zebang's gaze and said, "What he wanted to say was that our woodenware is not convenient to display on the high platform, so he wanted to apply for a more spacious place."
Wang Zebang met Zheng Quchi's light brown and clear blue eyes, and lowered his gaze slightly.
He naturally dared not throw a tantrum at the general's wife, after all, the general was still watching from behind. The general's oppressive gaze slowly fell upon him, carrying a strong sense of suppression and warning.
Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong were actually stunned by A Qing. Their previous sharpness and impatience were somewhat restrained. Their eyes lit up and they immediately hid behind her and lay down as if they had gained power.
Ah Qing, you are our god!
Wang Zebang took a deep breath and was about to speak when he heard Yuwen Sheng on the stands behind him say with a smile, "Okay, Zebang, clear the area for them."
Wang Zebang knew this would happen.
He wasn't surprised, turned around, bowed, and said, "Yes."
The other craftsmen exchanged glances, all seeing the question that was about to be pressed into their eyes.
No, General, aren't you showing a bit too much... favoritism towards this handyman named Aqing?
He even personally ordered Lieutenant Wang to clear the area for their group?!
Originally, she only requested a spacious exhibition area, but once it became a cleared area, it meant that the general had specially cleared away all obstacles to create a comfortable space for them to carry out the exhibition.
If this isn't called valuing this, what is? Isn't it called the main event?
Bah! They're all so jealous they've gone mad, and they're even giving Mu Gaoyi and his group a boost.
Wei Yao's lips were sore from smiling. He raised an eyebrow at Fu Rong, but Fu Rong seemed preoccupied, his brows furrowed, and he didn't joke around with him.
Instead, he gestured to Runtu behind him, and they exchanged glances.
Oh no! The general has no idea what a spendthrift his wife has created. She's completely incompetent. He's making such a big show of things for her now. What if the carriage falls apart or overturns in a moment? Wouldn't he be utterly humiliated?
Runtu's eyes conveyed only cold indifference—"It has nothing to do with me."
Damn, what a cold-blooded bastard!
Yuwen Sheng and his group descended from the high platform. The training ground below was designed to be square and orderly. Once the surrounding guards, archery targets, training tool racks, and other equipment were cleared away, there was suddenly enough space for them.
Fu Rong knew that the lady and the others were definitely planning to show off the horse-drawn carriage from yesterday in public.
The craftsmen all knew this, but if they had felt some tension, anticipation, and curiosity before, now all that remained was disappointment, boredom, amusement, and mockery.
They failed yesterday. That old, clunky car, heavy and tall, wobbling and rattling as it went, still wants to make a fool of itself in front of the general today?
They didn't think the other party could come up with anything new or interesting; they just felt that the other party was stubborn and wouldn't give up until they were completely cornered.
Seeing that they were now far from the general and that the generals weren't paying attention to their side, the gossipy craftsmen became active again.
"Look, we probably held back yesterday. They're still shameless, trying to embarrass themselves in front of the general. I'm standing here now, and I feel embarrassed for them in a bit."
"Dozens of them worked for so many days, and all they produced was a pile of worthless wooden artifacts. I really don't know what they were thinking. They failed, so why did they have to try again? What were they after?"
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