Tan Wenbin thought that Xiao Yuan might not have thought this much.
"Brother Liang, you're good at finding excuses."
"I'm just being honest."
"Actually, I didn't think of using this gold to get rich. Look at the pile of bones. Although this isn't a tomb, it's still a place of people's wealth. Forget the other artifacts; if we take the gold out, we won't use it to improve our lifestyle. Small portions will be kept for Brother Xiao Yuan's research funding, while the rest will be donated to the Wanzhou government's projects and hope schools, using what's taken from the people for the people. It's better than leaving it down here collecting dust."
Xue Liangliang laughed, "You talk about me, but you're the one who's truly good at making excuses."
"No way."
"Once gold is made into ornaments, it becomes an artifact too."
"Fuck."
Li Zhiyuan spoke up, "Let's go, after we get out, report this place..."
