The moment Jiang Siming returned to Shanghai and arrived at the airport without a mask, he was suddenly surrounded by countless passengers.
"Jiang Siming! Well done!"
"Great hit! That's exactly how you deal with those idiots!"
"A hero—the hero who saved people!"
"Jiang Siming, we're your fans!"
Jiang Siming had never been surrounded by so many people before.
In the past, at most, some music or gaming fans would surround him. Now, nearly half the people in the airport had gathered around him.
Jiang Siming was both amused and helpless. He could only say to everyone, "Thank you, but this isn't something worth praising. It was simply what any Chinese person should do. I have something to take care of, so I'll be leaving first."
With that, Jiang Siming easily made his way out of the crowd and soon disappeared from the airport.
This only made many people feel that Jiang Siming was even more extraordinary. When others became famous because of something like this, most of them hoped to become even more popular.
Jiang Siming, on the other hand, hoped to keep a lower profile. After saying a few words, he turned around and left.
It was as if he was afraid people would remember him for even a moment longer, wishing they would hurry up and forget the matter.
For such a cute and warmhearted act, netizens admired Jiang Siming even more.
As soon as he left the airport, Jiang Siming hurried into Qi Muqing's car and urged her to drive away.
"Chairman, you're a national hero now. Everyone's praising you everywhere. Even my parents were praising you yesterday."
Qi Muxin said this to Jiang Siming with a grin.
Jiang Siming sighed. Fame made people conspicuous, just as a fattened pig invited slaughter—but Wei Shen had both problems.