"Fang Hao, why are you content to be a poop-scooper here?"
"Ahem. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm a certified, five-star poop-scooper for the national treasure pandas of Xia."
"No, you're wasting your talents here."
"Sigh, I once had a little dream of achieving something, too. But I have no special skills and can only scoop poop. I've let down my fellow countrymen."
"According to our investigation, you speak at least sixteen languages fluently, have trained in ancient martial arts, and have extensive experience in fields ranging from veterinary medicine to treating people. You also have a deep grounding in classical culture, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. You've even accompanied senior officials on overseas visits to promote our country's culture..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Who told you all that? I'm just a poop-scooper, with maybe a side gig as an internet celebrity streamer!"
When the national treasure goes forth, not a blade of grass survives.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Commentary on Chapter 9 of "The Low-Key Panda Shoveling Officer" written by Panda III: Live broadcast debut, panda salutes.
I think it would be better for you to write a prehistoric article or a showdown between me... Or a ** chat or something like that. They are all relatively wealthy.