"If there's a mistake in the project for Mural No. 17, is there any way to fix it? Do you think using enzyme agents for chemical cleaning is feasible?"
Fix it?
Nearby, as Yakai Ichiro was rolling forward, he was slightly startled, sucked in his belly, and stopped, like an athlete stopping a 200-pound medicine ball. He knew Elder Cao had been extremely cautious with this mural project, so how could something have gone wrong?
"If it's just a small mistake in one or two strokes, it's better to keep it as it is. Retouching means secondary damage, and that's completely unavoidable."
He didn't know if Cao Xuan was talking to him, so he shook his head and answered.
"What if it's a large area of error?"
"A large area? How could that be?"
Yakai Ichiro was startled again.
He wondered who the fool was that messed up so badly, making Elder Cao so worried.
Encountering such a situation was always annoying, just thinking about it felt exhausting. Fortunately, it wasn't his own work.
