"No rush, no rush. Let's put things in here first before burying them," Xiong Jie said, grabbing an insurance box. He lifted a person-high insurance box as if it were a foam box.
All along the way, he kept waving it around high above his head.
Previously, he couldn't have imagined being able to lift these things like a cardboard box, let alone even this large of a cardboard box would have been a struggle for him.
The cardboard box was indeed quite heavy.
"These treasures are delicate for the long run, and these boxes are fragile too. If buried directly with a bag, over time, they should degrade eventually."
"They may not necessarily get damaged, but it would certainly have some impact."
"Adding a layer of the insurance box can also prevent corrosion." Xiong Jie placed the insurance box in front of Jiang Che.
Jiang Che didn't know what he meant by degradation, but seeing the box, he understood it was a layer of protection.
