After adjusting his forehead, Hu Xiaobei began, "Isn't hanging a picture a bit too exaggerated?"
Hearing Hu Xiaobei's words, the security guard vigorously shook his head and said, "Exaggerated? It's not exaggerated at all! Besides, Master Xiaobei, every day our captain preaches in front of your photo about everything you've done—every time we hear about your glorious deeds, we're so moved that we cry!"
"Cry... in front of my picture?"
"Yes!"
The more he heard, the more exaggerated Hu Xiaobei thought it was, and he gently rubbed his nose and quickly said, "Alright, you guys keep busy, I'm going to find your manager."
"Okay! Master Xiaobei, have a good trip!"
"Have a good trip?"
With a twitch of his lips, Hu Xiaobei quickly slipped away...
"Damn it! Being too respected isn't a good thing either! I must keep as low a profile as possible in the future! Otherwise, next time, they might say that I will live in their hearts forever!"
