He was of course calling out to the beast tamers.
The beast tamers were all burly men, but at this moment they seemed very busy.
"These monkeys are messing around again. I have to deal with it quickly, otherwise the smell will kill us!"
"There's still a performance tomorrow, and so late at night. I don't know if I can even finish cleaning these props, sigh! There's no such thing as an easy life for a middle-aged man!"
"Old Wang, come over and help me sort out this pile of ropes."
"Poor group of goats, I haven't even fed you yet."
…
They weren't stupid; several dozen against several hundred. Even if they could win, the other side could bring in more.
All they could do was silently pray for the boss and work with unprecedented vigor, completing a week's worth of tasks at once.
It was Shen Zhou who first called for a halt.
After all, they had to move the animals, and it wouldn't be good to beat them too harshly.
