"Huh?"
After hearing An Su's inaugural speech, Luojia completely lost her temper.
She propped herself angrily on the dining table, her fair hands slapping the surface, her long white hair bouncing with the rise and fall of her shoulders, gently biting her silver teeth, and she said to An Su word by word, "No! You! Can't! Close it!"
She felt wronged.
After all, she had considered helping An Su out, so how could he suggest closing her shop as soon as he took the stage? This was faster than throwing the millstone after squeezing the juice from the donkey.
Luojia had come to understand the difference between the Zibeng Family and the Qiye Family. The Zibeng Family made money off the pariahs, while the Qiye Family made money off both the Zibeng Family and the pariahs. The latter was far ahead in both thought and realm, hence the proverb "Holding Zibeng to earn the stars, there's no Initial Holy like me" held true.