"What the hell are the Liu's doing?"
The manager of the grain storage slammed on the cabinet hard. His wrinkled face turned red with rage and the vessels on his forehead stood out. It felt like a flame of fury was stored in his chest. Who would refuse the chance to be more wealthy? There was the perfect chance right in front of his eyes and the Liu's had to intervene.
The clerk working in the store felt troubled because the store was quiet. He muttered to the owner, "Boss, should we lower the price as well?"
If they didn't, they would have trouble selling the grain they had restocked. It would always be better to make some profit than nothing at all.
The manager of the store was so pissed; he almost lost his temper. He truly didn't want to feel as though he was being led by others by the nose.