His expression soured as he snatched his hand back. “Do you have to be so ugly about it?” “Ugly?” I fixed him with a hard stare, my voice sharp. “You think *that’s* ugly? Am I wrong? Aren’t they just a bunch of leeches? You’re the only one breaking your back, pouring your own money into the business, while they all get fat off your labor. What are you, some kind of saint?” Deng Jiazhe faltered. He