Shi Mingyue worked quickly, soon returning with a borrowed brazier. Right in front of the bookstore owner, whose face had turned livid, the three of them stepped over it.
"We should also have some pomelo leaves dipped in water," Shi Mingyue suddenly said.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the nearby bookstore owner.
"Exchanging a single word with people like that is what brings real misfortune and taints you with bad luck," Shi Mingyue continued. She was normally the quietest of them all, yet when she spoke, she was apparently aiming to infuriate the man to death. "And…" Shi Mingyue slowed her speech, as if ensuring everyone nearby could hear her distinctly, "it's bad for business. Our restaurant is thriving right now; we can't afford to be contaminated by such inauspicious things. A shop like this will never prosper."
To stand at the entrance of an open shop and declare that it would never prosper was the equivalent of going straight for the jugular.
