"Return them! I demand a full refund! Give me my money back—I'm not buying them anymore, okay?!" someone shouted in grief and indignation, wanting to return the batch of Knockoff Gale Shoes in his hands.
Since there was no way to demand compensation from that brat, what use did they have for these Gale Shoes? Leaving them in the warehouse would only take up space.
"Keep dreaming. Have you ever seen a beast spit out meat after you've thrown it to it? I certainly haven't."
"Once the money's in that brat's pocket, getting him to take it out is harder than becoming a Saint."
"Good thing I only bought a few pairs. Otherwise, I'd have lost everything this time."
"Fuck, I bought a hundred pairs! A whole hundred pairs! I spent one hundred thousand Universal Coin, and all I got was a pile of knockoffs! Is there even any justice in this world?!"
"Greed harms people. I could tell from the start that guy looked shifty-eyed and rat-faced, not a good person. And sure enough, he's nothing good."
"Captain Hindsight. What's the use of saying that now? We still got taken for a ride by that brat."
"That dog Wu Wudi and I cannot live under the same sky!"
"Don't let me see that guy in Far East City, or I'll beat him up every time I do."
Everyone talked at once, gritting their teeth in hatred. Their loathing for Xia Ping had reached the extreme.
Some were immensely relieved. Because they had failed to get in line, they had not bought any of those Knockoff Gale Shoes and had not thrown their money into the water for that swindler to eat, drink, and make merry with.
Thinking back to how they had wailed for their fathers and mothers because