Qian Jinhai chased everyone away and went to a house in the backyard. The door was locked. He took out the key and opened the lock. He pushed the door open and walked into the house. The people in the house heard the sound of the door opening and looked back at him.
"Your chance is here. As long as we can make ten mortars in ten days, you can get what you want."
The person in the room slowly turned around and looked at him in disbelief.
"Are you lying to me?"
"How could that be? Why would I lie to you? Who did I run around for today? Isn't it all for you? Why are you still suspecting me?"
Qian Jinhai immediately became angry when he heard the other party's doubts. He shouted angrily.
Seeing his intense expression, the suspicion in the other party's eyes disappeared, but it was replaced with embarrassment.
"You can't make that much in ten days."
