Chapter 636
This is the Eastern Kingdom
Chapter 636 This is the Eastern Kingdom
After meeting Lin Xiaohe, Gingrich lost interest in the trip.
He didn't know why he had to travel so far to take a look at Lin Xiaohe. Perhaps he wanted to see the true appearance of the Divine Heir, rather than just a ball of golden light.
He left, but most of the foreign journalists chose to stay.
The journalists decided to take as many photos as possible of this mysterious country before their visas expired.
Last year, the changes in Dongguo were earth-shattering. As long as they could uncover any one of the secrets, they could directly order a blockbuster product and get a promotion and a raise!
New York Times reporter Stanton set up his camera at the intersection of the main road in Anning County and adjusted the angle three times.
His colleague Mark leaned against a telephone pole, half an energy bar dangling from his mouth, and mumbled, "Are you sure you want to film this? A street, a few shops, a few pedestrians, this isn't news, this is a travel vlog."
“This is what I’m filming.” Ston said without turning his head, “A street in a county town in the East, in its most authentic form.”
The camera's red light came on.
The viewfinder showed a long street, but it was excessively clean. The asphalt was clearly newly paved, the lane markings were blindingly white, and the trees lining both sides were neatly trimmed.
All the shops along the street had their doors open, with the roller shutters pulled all the way up. The font and background color of the signs were uniform, as if someone had designed them specifically for this purpose.
There was no litter in front of the hardware store, fruit shop, breakfast stall, and express delivery station.
“This isn’t right,” Ston muttered. “Mark, take the camera and follow me.”
Stanton decided to take the initiative and find a kind-hearted person from the East to film a day in the life of an ordinary person from the East.
He randomly stopped an old lady on the street, took out a US dollar bill, and said in broken Chinese, "Money, here you go. We'll go with you. OK?"
"Wait a minute." Old Mrs. Ye frowned. What was this foreigner saying?
Grandma Ye took out a touchscreen phone from the pocket of her dark gray coat. In the center of the screen was a stalk of crisp wheat, swaying slightly, looking full of vitality.
Grandma Ye pressed her thumb against Xiaomai, her voice kind and gentle: "Bao, tell those two blond guys to speak English. Their Dongguo dialect sounds weird, and Grandma can't understand it."
"Okay, grandma."
Xinbao is translating...
Stanton and Mark's pupils dilated in shock. What was this?!
Good heavens, Mark's eyes were practically glued to his phone; his eyes were practically screaming, "I want it!"
Old Mrs. Ye, with her sharp eyes and keen mind, warned, "Robbery is against the law."
After saying that, she proudly raised her head: "Stop looking, you can't buy it, you need an ID card to buy it. Alright, alright, stop making this mess. Grandma will take you around for a day, you don't need to pay."
Stan reluctantly looked away: "Thank you, where are we going now?"
"Go to the farmers' market to buy vegetables."
The market is open-air, and it sells all kinds of vegetables, as well as pets.
Grandma Ye walked ahead with her hands behind her back: "Actually, the food at Pang Donglai is quite good, but there are just too many people. I didn't want to squeeze in with them, so I just came to the market. Your cabbage looks nice, how much is it?"
The vegetable farmer glanced at the two foreigners behind Grandma Ye and asked curiously, "Are they your relatives? Two yuan a bundle, pick whichever you like."
Grandma Ye squatted down and rummaged through them: "How could that be? I'm a purebred! I picked them up on the road. Here, take this bundle."
"Okay, scan the code. I've seen people pick up money, but I've never seen anyone pick up a person."
Grandma Ye lowered her voice: "I saw them taking pictures all over the street, who knows what they're up to? It's better for them to come with me, in case they want to do something, I'll..."
The two exchanged a knowing glance, and the vegetable vendor gave Grandma Ye a thumbs-up and even gave her an extra bunch of scallions.
Stanton and Mark watched as Grandma Ye took the groceries and left without paying. Stanton thought for a moment and then timidly reminded her, "Ma'am, did you forget to pay?"
Grandma Ye waved her phone: "I scanned the code to pay."
Stanton kept his mouth shut, his heart pounding with excitement. He was absolutely certain that as long as he stuck close to Old Madam Ye, a promotion and a raise were just around the corner!
Next, Grandma Ye led them back to the community information distribution center.
A group of elderly people sat near the flower bed in the community, and with Xinbao acting as translator, they dug up every detail about Stone and his wife, even knowing that Stone's son wanted to have surgery to become a woman.
“Stone, you can’t spoil your kids too much. Your son is only 12 years old, he doesn’t understand anything. If he goes astray, you should give him a good spanking.”
Stanton gave a wry smile: "Hitting children is illegal. By the way, Grandpa, your life is different from what I've heard. Aren't you supposed to be experiencing financial difficulties?"
When it comes to this, the elderly folks have a lot to say.
"Because we have Director Lin! Changhong Group, have you heard of it? It used to be just a small factory, but ever since Director Lin came, it's taken off!"
"Let me tell you, Director Lin is incredibly capable..."
Blah blah blah.
These elderly people praised it for more than half an hour, and still seemed to want more.
While they were drinking water, Stanton quickly asked, "That sounds unrealistic. Scientific research is a very tedious thing. Human experience is limited, and it is impossible to achieve outstanding results in so many fields at the same time."
The scene immediately fell silent.
Grandma Ye narrowed her eyes, seeing the arrogance on Ston and Mark's faces that seemed to say, "I've found the loophole, haven't I? You've definitely been brainwashed."
Grandma Ye said quietly, "Wow, what about Leonardo da Vinci? He was a painter, sculptor, architect, musician, mathematician, inventor, botanist, cartographer, geologist, writer, inventor of the parachute... He had 1.5 mechanical design drawings in his lifetime, and he died at the age of 67. On average, he could design a drawing every 1.63 days. This does not include the time he spent in the fields of art and human anatomy."
Wow. How can a human be so great?
"My goodness, his time is definitely not the same as ours."
"Tsk tsk tsk, is it so hard to admit that someone is excellent? Maybe he was born knowing how to design blueprints."
When the elderly become sarcastic or eccentric, it can be quite unpleasant.
Xinbao's translation was particularly spot-on, making both of them blush.
This is truly... an angle I've never thought of before.
Mark thought to himself, "Yeah, how can a person be so smart?"
Without realizing it, he blurted out what was on his mind.
Grandma Ye chuckled and said, "Who knows what you foreigners are up to? Anyway, the achievements of our Factory Director Lin are undeniable. Over a billion people can attest to that!"
Stan was on the verge of tears. He had wanted to find the secrets of the East, but he never expected to get caught up in his own mess!
Yes, I really want to know how Leonardo da Vinci did it.
Forget it, forget it. Even as a journalist in the US, you still have to be politically aware.
Stanton smiled and said ingratiatingly, "Ms. Ye, let's talk about Director Lin instead."
My darlings, I'm taking a day off tomorrow, so please don't wait for an update.