"But..."
Mr. Li turned around to look at the boy lying on the bed, rolling around and mumbling. He couldn't find a way to respond, and, after a while, muttered in a daze.
"But... how dare you interfere with Master Mang."
"Because I think gathering daily data from so many people must be a really tedious task, and you're just good at it, plus there's exactly a need for someone like you on the train, so it's natural to recommend myself."
"You..."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Your process isn't right! Success can't be that simple!"
Mr. Li felt like his values were being shattered. He struggled to accept it: "If you have the skill to recommend yourself, why were you only earning thousands a month before?"
He always thought.
Talent is like the crap in one's belly; only when a tip shows from the rear can others see that you have talent. Otherwise, no matter how much crap you have, others won't be able to see it.
So his thinking was always about showcasing talent.
