[We are just so-so here...]
[As for the material you mentioned, you have to ask Wang Yu and his friends. Their books have been piled up almost as high as a person these days.]
【Wang Bo: @Wang Yu, Xueba, where is our data? Have you finished it? What kind of wood do you want?】
After a long while...there was no sound in the WeChat group.
Wang Bo frowned and typed the message again.
【@Wang Yu, a top student?! 】
Still no reply.
After sending more than a dozen messages, Li Qi couldn't stand it anymore.
[Damn it, stop posting! We are in a big trouble right now! ]
[Wang Yu is currently arguing with Xu Kai about historical materials! He doesn't have time to deal with your matter for now!]
【Wang Bo: Ha! Isn’t Wang Yu responsible for restoring the characteristics of the Ming Dynasty? Why is he analyzing historical materials?】
[I remember Xu Kai was the one responsible for the design~]
[Li Qi: Isn’t it because of insufficient data? In Wang Yu’s words, no matter how much data is analyzed, it must be combined with the actual situation. If the drawings are not perfect, then the data obtained based on historical materials may also be false and not rigorous! ]
【Wang Bo:.....Fuck, how can you be like this?! Do all the top students think like this?!】
[Li Qi: There is no way. Teacher Ren also said that Wang Yu’s approach is correct. Our ultimate goal is to create the Ming Dynasty treasure ship. We must be rigorous in some details.]
【Wang Bo: What the hell should I do then? 】
[Li Cheng: Oh, you two just keep playing. You're taking advantage of me and still acting like a good kid?]
[Wang Bo: What the hell are you doing?! I'm almost annoyed to death by Ah Wei! ]
[Besides, what are all of you doing here? The two of us have already solved the most important wood supply problem, what about you? ]
[Are you still struggling with historical materials?! It’s been a week! ]
【What use do I have for you? ! 】
[And Mr. Ren, can't they just give us the wood data first? Why do they have to make the design drawings first? He must be doing this on purpose!]
Wang Bo held his phone to vent his anger, and his trigeminal nerve hurt so much as he looked at A Wei who was still sleeping beside him.
Is it possible that I can't escape the fate of being Choi? !
Not long after, another message came from the WeChat group:
[Ren Yan: It’s none of my business, I’m just telling the truth, don’t cue me! ]
Seeing this, Wang Bo weakly threw his phone on the bed, spread it out in a large font, and felt bitter in his heart.
Now, there is only one way...
Think of a way to increase revenue and reduce expenditure...
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