Kong Bin had just left the courtyard when, after going only a short distance, he heard some Menial Disciples whose martial arts had been crippled discussing something.
Kong Bin paid it no mind at first, but after catching a few snippets, the more he listened, the stranger it seemed.
"...A painter?!"
"Ten taels for one painting?"
"The County Magistrate invited him to dinner..."
After hearing two or three groups of people discussing it, Kong Bin grew increasingly suspicious. "Are they talking about Duan Rong?"
This was practically a different person from the Duan Rong he knew...
This commotion Duan Rong had caused not only made him famous in the escort agency, but also turned him into the talk of Xiangu County's streets and alleys for a time.
When Duan Rong went to eat at the Middle Courtyard dining hall again, the escort masters he knew no longer called him Little Rong. They had all started calling him Rong-ge instead.
Every time, Duan Rong merely gave an honest, foolish grin and never responded.
Since ancient times, the gun shot down the bird that stuck its head out.
His experience as a corporate drone in his previous life had given Duan Rong ample wisdom for survival.
In interpersonal relationships, it was best to make oneself seem a little foolish. That made others feel safest, and it was also the easiest way to be liked.
Duan Rong never wore the escort master's outfit Zhou An had gotten for him again. He neatly folded the clothes and placed them in the wardrobe.
He still wore that same short outfit every day, doing whatever he was supposed to do.
Gradually, this bout of commotion passed...
That was precisely what Duan Rong wanted. Keeping his head down and developing steadily was the true path!
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