"Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.