Zhao Hu, enraged, slapped his own head as he reprimanded, "Fool, fool, how did I choose someone as stupid as you to manage the shop? In such a big store, we don't even have a few bolts of fine linen, and the coarse linen is still sourced piecemeal locally. Knowing that there are people weaving linen here, why didn't you send the staff to the countryside to purchase? Buying in bulk is much better, you buy cheaply in front of customers, then turn around and raise the price to sell on the shelf. Do you think customers are fools, are they fools?"
With each time Zhao Hu said "fool," he slapped his head, causing the manager to tremble in fear and kneel on the ground repeatedly admitting his mistake, "I know I'm wrong, master, I, I'll change right away?"
Zhao Hu withdrew his slightly numb hand, looking at him expressionlessly, "Are you asking me?"
The manager shivered, shaking his head repeatedly.
