"Miss Ruan, don't you think your priorities are a little messed up?" Chief Lu could not help but say angrily. Her life was on the line here, and yet the only thing this woman cared about was whether or not she could get more customers for her business. She really had no tact at all.
Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes when she heard the words of the woman. She said to her, "Chief Lu, you are being ridiculous. I am not the chief of a tribe, and even if I were, my tribe is poor, and we do not have enough to eat. We even have to lower our heads and suffer every injustice, even when we are in the right position. What else can I do other than run my business and hope that we can earn enough money? Do you think I enjoy living like this? But this is the life of us poor tribe people who have no backing."
"If we had backing, then even if we farted in the faces of others, they would think that our farts smell delicious."
