Dwarves were not all single-minded blockheads. They simply could not be bothered with things that required too much thought in their daily lives. But if anyone took them for blockheads because of that, they would be gravely mistaken.
It was said that, in the past, cunning human peddlers often tried to obtain goods from dwarves at the smallest possible cost. Human merchants were practically synonymous with deceit; in their eyes, dwarves were probably perfect suckers.
As for the outcome, there was naturally no need to say more. Those human peddlers had, for the most part, received the punishment they deserved.
Of course, even today, there were still people who occasionally tried to fish in troubled waters and profit from it. It was not as though no one ever succeeded, but the odds were lower than buying a lottery ticket issued by the Elder Council.
"Huh? My opinion?" Anno pointed at herself in surprise, then turned an inquiring gaze toward Luo Chuan.
Luo Chuan felt that he needed to clarify things now. He set down his cup, loosely curled his right hand into a fist, and lightly coughed into it. "Giant Axe is right. I did say that. After all, you're the host of Voice of Stories. If you insist on extending the broadcast time, I don't have any objections."
Anno did not speak. She knew Luo Chuan had more to say.
"Of course, in my opinion, it's still best to keep things as they are." Luo Chuan briefly repeated what he had told Giant Axe earlier.
Yao Ziyan nodded slightly. She felt that Luo Chuan's words made a great deal of sense.
"Mm... I think the boss is right." Anno reacted much like Yao Ziyan. The elf girl seemed to have developed the habit of letting Luo Chuan help her