I thought there would be fewer people in the afternoon, but unexpectedly, due to the huge turnout in the morning, the crowd had grown even larger. Thousands of people were awaiting the bullfight, yet the two bulls showed no interest in fighting. As the people around tried various methods to provoke them, the bulls coolly continued to search for wheat seedlings to eat, much to the crowd's unrest. Soon, a chorus of boos, laughter, and whistles filled the air.
The guy next to Yan Fei is a leader from the City Meat Processing Plant, a rather hearty man. He slapped the table and laughed, "Bulls used to be wild. Even those brought in to be slaughtered could start fighting if tied together. But these bulls just aren't up to the task anymore; they've become greenhouse bulls that won't fight!"
