"Whether or not I can do it isn't up to me to decide, but being able to sell my drinks and have you guys drink them, now that's my skill. Anyway, I believe I truly have the ability to do that."
"You're really shameless, monkey." The Buddhist disciple threw the flyer on the ground and was about to stomp on it when Sun Wukong stopped him.
His foot was frozen in mid-air, unable to move. The disciple angrily said, "Let me go, do you really want to start your first day of business with the reputation of beating up customers?"
"Beating up customers?" Sun Wukong laughed.
"You clearly said you wouldn't drink my drink, so since there's no deal, where do you get the face to tell me you're a customer?"
