Of course, there were records on the old mansion.
Shen Le had followed his advisor through five, six, seven, eight projects. He had written more than one application report and project proposal, so naturally, he understood the tricks involved.
If you wanted to launch a project, the first thing was to explain how valuable the old mansion was and how worthy it was of restoration.
And the opening move was always: what era the old mansion had been built in, which famous figures had lived there, and what history it had borne—
Only then came its structure, architectural features, artistic standards, and so on and so forth, praising it until the claims became utterly extravagant.
There was no helping it. The gentlemen responsible for approving projects might not understand the difference between column-reduction and column-shifting methods, nor might they understand how richly local in character the construction of semicircular Arch-petal Curvature was;
but they would definitely understand that this ancient pagoda had been built in the Tang Dynasty, that grand hall in the Song Dynasty, and that, across the entire country, only a dozen or so buildings of the same era remained. If they were destroyed, they would be gone forever!
That was why Shen Le had dared ask his advisor for the materials. He was not worried in the slightest that his advisor would be left awkwardly speechless. He was one hundred percent certain that records on this old mansion absolutely existed.
Not only did they exist, they were detailed and substantial. The moment Shen Le spoke, Junior Sister Huang Chuxia replied:
"They're with me. I'll send them to you."
Oh, so Junior Sister was indeed in charge. That was normal. Restoring ancient buildings was physical labor—moving scaffold poles, carrying Paint buckets, and the like required brute strength wherever