Shocking the World: Starting from Rural Teachers

Back home, after dinner in the evening, Xue Qiang was lying on the sofa, while Bai Cui was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen.

Xue Qiang was playing with his phone when a message popped up.

It was from Guan Yin.

"Hallmaster Guan finished his work?" Xue Qiang asked.

"Hmm, didn't it affect your work today?" Guan Yin said.

"It doesn't matter."

Just as Xue Qiang typed these four words, Bai Cui came out of the kitchen carrying the washed fruits.

"These are grapes sold by the neighbor. They are called Qingwang. They are so sweet."

Bai Cui put down a plate of big green grapes, grabbed one and stuffed it into Xue Qiang's mouth.

"The grapes sold by the neighbor?" Xue Qiang ate it, and it was indeed very sweet.

"That's right, I joined the owner group, and a neighbor posted in the group, saying that it is very delicious, and it also has nutrition called vegetarian, which is especially suitable for pregnancy preparation." Bai Cui said.

"Then you should eat more." Xue Qiang said with a smile.

"You have to eat more, these grapes are precious, and a bunch costs more than 200 yuan." Bai Cui said with some distress.

"Baby, why have you forgotten how much property we have?"

Xue Qiang smiled helplessly and said, "It's okay to eat this stuff as a meal."

"How can there be grapes for food!"

Bai Cui let out a reproach, and said, "That neighbor also sells other fruits, all of which are expensive imported fruits. I'll ask him to bring some over next time."

"Let me see what's there?" Xue Qiang asked.

Bai Cui picked up the phone, clicked on the neighbor's circle of friends, and handed it to Xue Qiang.

"People who live here also engage in micro-business."

Xue Qiang flipped through that person's circle of friends, not only selling fruits, but also selling some cosmetics and daily necessities.

This community is a relatively high-end community in Jiansu, and the people who live here should be in good economic conditions.

Why are there still people selling things in the owner group?

Although these are high-end imported fruits, it's just how much money the owner can make by selling them.

"This person is a bit strange."

But it just felt a little strange, Xue Qiang didn't pay much attention to it.

Returning the phone to Bai Cui, she said, "I think those big cherries, dinosaur egg plums are pretty good, buy them and try them out."

"OK."

Bai Cui nodded.

The next day, when Xue Qiang came home from get off work, he saw several boxes at the door.

From the packaging, it can be seen that there are two boxes of cherries and two boxes of plums, with foreign characters that Xue Qiang does not know written on them.

"I bought so many."

Xue Qiang just said something casually.

Although it will rot if you can't finish eating so much, but if it rots, it will rot

Rich and willful.

"I want to express it to my parents and Teacher Yang."

Bai Cui, who was cooking in the kitchen, said.

"Oh, yes."

Xue Qiang nodded, and if he took Shunfeng Express, the two boxes of fruit would be delivered tomorrow.

"Then should I call the courier to pick up the goods?" Xue Qiang asked loudly.

"Okay, I won't post it, I'm waiting for you to come back to post it." Bai Cui said.

Xue Qiang placed an order for the courier on his mobile phone and went to wash his hands and change his clothes. The courier had already knocked on the door outside.

"It came really fast." Xue Qiang said, "As expected of Shunfeng Express!"

"I happened to deliver a courier to this community."

The courier saw that what Xue Qiang was about to deliver was fruit, and said, "Yes, what I just delivered was fruit."

"Oh."

Xue Qiang helped the courier pack the package, and asked casually, "Where did you send it from?"

"It's all sent from the eastern Guangdong Province, not many at a time, just a few boxes." The courier said.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work!"

Helping to put the fruit on the trolley, Xue Qiang and the courier said goodbye.

"Qiangqiang, let's eat!"

At this time, Bai Cui also prepared the meal and served it to the table.

Xue Qiang went to wash his hands again, and had dinner with Bai Cui.

Suddenly what the courier said just now sounded, the fruits are all sent from eastern Guangdong, and they are all in several boxes.

If that person is a fruit merchant, he should have a warehouse in Jiansu.

How could it be sent from several boxes in the east of Guangdong.

"Xiaocui, do we buy a lot of fruit in our community?"

Xue Qiang picked up the chopsticks in one hand and the bowl in the other, put a piece of matsutake into the bowl, took a mouthful of rice and asked.

"There are a lot of people who buy, but like ours, we buy less in boxes, and they all buy by a few catties." Bai Cui said.

"If you buy a few catties, how much money can you make?"

Xue Qiang asked again: "Do you know which building he lives in?"

"I don't know which one, but his note name in the group says it's Building No. [-]."

Bai Cui asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"I just feel a little strange, but it's okay." Xue Qiang said.

"After dinner, let's go out for a walk, there is a performance in the nearby square." Bai Cui said.

"Okay!"

Xue Qiang readily agreed.

After eating, the young couple walked downstairs holding hands, left the community and came to the leisure square not far away.

A stage was set up in the square.

It is a national talent activity organized by the community, and the people who perform on stage are all people living in this community.

The children in the community kindergarten performed dances, and the square dance aunts also performed dances.

There were also two fancier old men who performed comedy on stage.

A few young people even performed and sang on stage.

Most of them can't sing very well, and almost few of them can't get out of tune.

But this kind of activity is meant for everyone to enjoy, and it doesn't matter if the singing is good or not.

Just be happy.

Xue Qiang and Bai Cui stood in the crowd below, looking very happy.

"The next one to perform on stage is a heavyweight player, a music teacher from Jiansu No. [-] Middle School, Teacher Wang Hailiang!"

The community director who was the guest host went up to the sky with a microphone and introduced it.

"It's from your school."

Bai Cui held Xue Qiang's arm and said happily.

"Ha, I haven't seen this teacher before."

Xue Qiang also looked at the stage.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a curly hair came onto the stage, with a somewhat noble and disdainful expression on his face.

"Hi everyone, I'm Wang Hailiang, and I'm going to sing a song for everyone now, borrowing another 500 years from the sky!"

After a simple prologue, the accompaniment sounded.

Wang Hailiang adjusted his posture and looked at a 45-degree angle diagonally upward.

If he extended his gaze, it was facing a streetlight not far away.

After the prelude, Wang Hailiang opened his voice.

As worthy of being a music teacher in No. [-] Middle School, her singing skills can be said to be very good.

Among amateur singers, they are more professional.

After the song was sung, the audience clapped their hands and applauded, hoping that Wang Hailiang could sing another song.

But Wang Hailiang didn't want to continue singing, and turned his head to step down.

Seeing the strong voices of the crowd, the host community director hurried to the stage to stop Wang Hailiang who was about to step down.

"Teacher Wang, just sing one more song, just take it as a face for me." The host community director persuaded me.

"I don't want to sing for people who don't know how to appreciate it." Wang Hailiang said.

"Mr. Wang, you can't say that. Everyone knows how to appreciate it. You can see how much everyone likes you." The host community director said.

"Oh, what do they know?"

Wang Hailiang sneered.

"One more song!"

At this time, the crowd in the audience shouted again.

But Wang Hailiang turned a deaf ear to the voices of the masses.

"One more song!"

At this time, a person walked to the front of the stage, raised his head and said with a smile.

"I said no!"

Wang Hailiang glanced at that person's face, was taken aback for a moment, and quickly said, "Director Xue."

"Just do me a favor and sing another song, my wife likes to hear you sing." Xue Qiang said with a pleasant face.

"Ah, okay okay."

Wang Hailiang returned to the stage and sang one after another.

Until the masses were tired of hearing it, Wang Hailiang didn't intend to stop.

Slowly, the crowd gradually left, and Wang Hailiang's voice was about to crack.

Looking at the bottom of the stage at this time, Xue Qiang and Bai Cui left without knowing when.