Working at the slaughterhouse? It's a fitting profession, but how much could I earn from it? As someone who's destined to make a fortune, how could I be tempted by such a small offer?
Wu Xiaoyu said modestly, "It's just a minor skill, nothing to earn a living from."
The nearby butchers didn't feel good hearing this. They didn't have such advanced skills and were still working in the slaughterhouse to make a living.
This young man's skill at slaughtering cattle could be said to be divine, yet he claimed he couldn't make a living from it. Didn't that mean they were even less qualified to work in the slaughterhouse?
The few butchers felt awkward for a moment. Someone asked, "Young man, where did you learn such a skill? Even we, who have been slaughtering pigs and cattle for years, are ashamed of our skills compared to yours!"
