Chapter 150

Uh.

Yao Shu raised her hand and scratched her face.

It felt warm on her face.

Good heavens!

Her face had even turned hot.

The person before her could still speak so calmly.

This Mr. Ning is formidable.

Yao Shu looked at the old party secretary, "Uncle Chen, shall I take Mr. Ning to the classroom then?"

Old party secretary Chen Liu's mouth was still slightly open.

Hearing Teacher Yao Shu say this, he hurriedly said, "Good, good, good."

Then, Did Ning Chen followed Yao Shu toward the direction of the school.

Behind him.

At the village entrance.

The villagers were still standing there.

For a long time, silence.

After a while, suddenly a villager said:

"Secretary, this—doesn't it feel a bit strange?"

"Could it be a fake?"

"What nonsense!" the old party secretary scolded, "They came from far away; how can we talk nonsense?!"

Walking through the village.

Villagers kept standing at their doorways, watching.

This village.

Is truly very poor.

To what extent?

It felt as if the courtyard gates of every household.

Were all on the verge of collapse.

They hadn't been repaired for who knows how many years.

The original rectangular shape of the doors, the corners were all broken.

Whether from weathering or being gnawed by dogs, no one knew.

But.

As they walked along.

Did Ning Chen saw the young people in the village.

Were very few.

Most were either elderly, or children.

This phenomenon is also very common in today's rural areas.

The so-called left-behind ones.

It is not only children who are left behind, but also the elderly.

They arrived at the Ginkgo Village Rural Primary School along with Yao Shu.

The primary school was also quite dilapidated.

The classroom windows had no glass.

They were all pasted over with paper.

Many of the papers were torn, and with a gust of wind, they rustled loudly.

The school children were all leaning on the classroom doors and windows, curiously watching the visitors.

Big eyes, each filled with curiosity.

They had learned this morning that an online livestream seller was coming to their village.

To help sell goods for the village!

These innocent and lovely children wore clothes that were either much larger than their bodies or much smaller; basically, none fit properly.

They must have been clothes passed down among brothers and sisters, worn in rotation like this.

Did Ning Chen walked along.

Seeing it all.

But there was no emotion in his eyes.

Nor any special expression on his face.

Yao Shu, following beside.

Had been carefully watching Did Ning Chen's reaction all the way.

At this moment, she could not see any expression on Did Ning Chen's face.

Suddenly, she became a bit worried.

Previously, the livestream sellers she had contacted.

The reason for their refusal.

In the end, was simply that the village was too poor.

So much so that even with livestream selling, they could not provide a large volume of goods.

And now, this Mr. Ning, having seen all these scenes along the way, might he also harbor such concerns?

Thinking thus.

Yao Shu suddenly felt uncertain.

Then again, among young people,

apart from foolish girls like her who persist in staying here to teach,

who among normal young people would like such a place?

Ning Chen walked straight into the classroom where the livestream was to take place.

He said not a word, showed no attitude whatsoever.

He placed his bag on the teacher's desk.

He began taking things out from it.

In truth, there was nothing special.

Merely a phone.

The rest—the merchandise—would have to be provided by the village.

Also, there was Si Shiya's livestream room.

Ning Chen needed to enter it first.

Then see how many viewers were inside.

He preliminarily estimated it would not exceed a hundred.

And if, by chance, any fans of Si Shiya who had remained since two years ago were still watching, their focus might not be on the merchandise at all.

But on what had happened two years ago.

But it was also possible that no one cared anymore.

After all, two years had passed.

Humans are easily forgetful creatures.

Ning Chen held no expectations.

This was, after all, a two-year-delayed appointment.

He was merely using this method to fulfill one thing she had wished to do in life.

That was all.

As for how much merchandise he could sell, he had no expectations whatsoever.

Otherwise, he would not have said the following:

"Do you have a phone stand here?"

He asked this.