Very soon, Zhao Yunhu drove the car to the hotel.
The people from Group One and Group Two had all returned and were tidying up their belongings, preparing to set off back home at dawn.
In front of Qiu Yuluo was a computer, and the screen displayed the safe containing the Sheepskin Scroll.
If he hadn't obtained the photocopy of the Sheepskin Scroll, Lin Yi would have taken it without hesitation.
Now, with a photocopy, there's no need to take the original, or it would just cause unnecessary trouble.
"Everything going smoothly on your end?" Qiu Yuluo asked.
"Smoothly, these people aren't as resilient as we imagined."
Lin Yi lay on the sofa, "This nation no longer has any resilience to speak of."
"Now that both Anglo and Mammon have the Sheepskin Scroll, once they discover the problems, I bet they'll come back."
