"Which sheepskin scroll do they want?"
"The new one you brought back," Chen Zhiyi said:
"Right now, none of them can be given to them. They've got no shame. If it were me, I wouldn't even dare to ask."
Chen Zhiyi became more agitated, "At the time, none of us responded to him. Maybe he knew he didn't have a leg to stand on. They then said they didn't want the newest one and asked us to hand over the previous scroll, which we also refused."
"At this stage, the sheepskin scrolls and the mummy are our most important research materials. They definitely want a share, which is understandable."
"But the problem is, that's as good as daydreaming," Chen Zhiyi said:
"These were all brought back through your blood, sweat, and tears. How could we just hand them over to others so easily?"
Lin Yi remained silent, pondering for a long time.
"Don't be so reckless. You can't view the issue with subjective emotions."
"Hmm?"
Chen Zhiyi looked at Lin Yi with a surprised expression.
