Feeling insulted for being criticized for free, Xi Rubao wanted to rush up and reason with them.
Wu Qianman quickly grabbed her and whispered, "Bao Bao, don't be impulsive, leave some room for maneuver in everything."
Xi Rubao couldn't swallow this: "They're blatantly doing it now, dragging our failures online and then making money offline while dragging us again, shamelessly. Why should I leave them any face or room?"
"What's the fuss about? If you want to make trouble, get out." A senior heard this, looked over, and scolded.
Seeing it was Xi Rubao and others, the senior paused for a second, then sneered and gossiped with other seniors: "Hey, hey, hey, remember this little punk, those who were so arrogant recently and wouldn't let us post our posters? At the time, I thought they were amazing, but they turned out just so-so. Our Mr. Wu's poster on the big screen is still pervasive everywhere, how could a few country bumpkins like them stop it?"
