Zhao Hanzhang looked sad, "I was thinking of sending someone to replace Uncle Ming's glass windows first, but who knew you would hurt Third Lady's feelings so."
Zhao Hu sneered, "Don't try to fool me, your man said that right now, you only have one team of craftsmen who can make the glasshouse."
Zhao Hanzhang said, "That glasshouse, from the proposal to construction, is a matter of days. As for the craftsmen, they can be taught on the spot. As long as the glass produced is qualified, the rest, like woodworking, all have a basic foundation."
Zhao Hu was taken aback.
Zhao Hanzhang got up and stepped forward, bowing repeatedly to Zhao Hu, "Seventh Uncle, please forgive me, Third Lady also knows, I've wronged you today."
