Fu Donghai and Fu Long were utterly shocked by everything they saw!
They thought they had already dug up all the clay jars earlier.
But they didn't expect there were still eight crucial jars hidden on the ground!
"It must have been that Zhang Beijun slacking off, damn it! I'm going to break his legs!"
Fu Donghai's bushy eyebrows stood on end!
The malice around him became extremely intense.
He was a real man who rose from the ground, not a compassionate or lenient person.
When Wang Feifei heard this, she quickly said, "President Fu, Zhang Beijun still does his job alright. Don't punish him so harshly. Besides, he doesn't understand mystic studies; it's normal that he didn't find these eight jars."
"No, it's like he didn't search at all here. My dad had explicitly ordered him to search every construction site thoroughly."
Fu Long's eyes turned icy.
Like his father, he vaguely felt that Zhang Beijun might be an insider!
But he didn't make it clear.
