Before long, it was Monday. Chu Chen brought the Imperial Seal to Old Liu's home to discuss his donation proposal.
Over the past few days, many of Chu Chen's friends and elders had admired this national treasure. At first, many of them had shared Wu Ke's thoughts: since it had been obtained with such difficulty, why donate it?
Chu Chen could only explain his thinking again and again. Although everyone felt it was a shame, they could still understand him.
Chu Chen repeated his thoughts to Old Liu and asked with a smile, "Master, what do you think?"
Old Liu smiled. "You really have a lot of ideas. Why wouldn't I support this? We advocate distribution according to contribution. The more you do, the more you should receive. You've made such a huge contribution, so it's perfectly normal for you to make this request. Besides, your museum has advanced instruments and equipment, so it's entirely feasible to conduct the research there. What reason would they have to refuse? They can't just give you a few hundred or a few thousand and send you away, can they?"
Chu Chen chuckled. "It's not as if things like that have never happened."
"Would they dare treat you that way?"
Old Liu glared at Chu Chen before continuing, "I don't approve of such practices. Otherwise, over time, people will get the impression that private individuals are profiting at the nation's expense, and it will also dampen donors' enthusiasm."
However, although Old Liu held a different view on the matter, let alone the fact that he had already retired—even if he were still in office, a solution would have to be reached through mutual coordination. It wasn't something he could improve with a few casual remarks.
"Forget it. We'll discuss this later."
Old Liu shook