abc-du-gratuit Chapter 399 The Road Ahead Is Smooth
Chapter 399 The Road Ahead Is Smooth
Shanghai Theatre Academy.
Dormitory 404.
The door was pushed open with a bang, and Jiang Bai swaggered in, carrying three steaming bowls of braised chicken rice.
The three sons, who were lying on the bed like corpses, scrolling through videos on their phones, suddenly jumped out of bed in unison the moment they smelled the aroma, just like huskies smelling meat.
His movements were so fluid and skillful that he could easily compete in Olympic gymnastics.
"Godfather! You're finally back!"
Su Ze was the first to rush forward, taking the plastic bag from Jiang Bai's hand with an extremely natural movement.
"This braised chicken smells so good! Every piece of potato in it carries my deep fatherly love for you!"
Gu Dapeng and Lin Le were not to be outdone, shouting as they distributed the chopsticks:
"Thank you so much, godfather, for the treat and the food!"
May my godfather live to be a hundred years old, and may he not fail his final exams!
Jiang Bai smiled and pointed to the floor, saying:
"You all call each other so affectionately, but I haven't seen any of you clean the dorm room."
"Hehe, isn't this just waiting for my godfather to come back and give me some guidance?"
With his mouth full of meat, Su Ze asked indistinctly.
"But third brother, where did you go all morning?"
Jiang Bai pulled up a chair and sat down, casually picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, took a swig, and started spouting nonsense without batting an eye:
"Where else can we go? Of course, we'll go to the playground to exercise."
"No matter how far you throw the shot put, you still need to maintain muscle memory, right?"
As he spoke, the scene from an hour earlier involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
The gentle mistress held Jiang Bai's hand the whole time, her eyes full of love:
"Bai Zhi, no, Jiang Bai, you're not feeling well. Come to my house for lunch, and your master's wife will cook you something delicious."
"Look how thin you are, it breaks my heart to see you like this."
Jiang Bai declined his teacher's wife's invitation, citing that he had classes in the afternoon.
Before leaving, Old Zhang looked at Jiang Bai and said in a low voice with an extremely complicated tone:
"Jiang Bai, you little brat... From now on, as long as you're not planning to blow up the school, you can ask me for help."
that moment.
Jiang Bai seemed to see countless golden "leave slips" falling from the sky.
"To hold the emperor hostage and command the feudal lords—the ancients were truly right!"
"From now on, Brother Zhang will be drawing blueprints in Paris, while I'll be just coasting along in Shanghai!"
"This wave of victory is simply unbelievable."
Jiang Bai chuckled to himself.
Suddenly, a few people nearby started whispering among themselves.
"Wow, the authorities are moving so fast? Our money will soon turn into a donation!"
Jiang Bai was stunned:
"What merit?"
"It's the donation from the school sports meet!"
Gu Dapeng leaned over, handed over his phone, and looked serious.
"The official efficiency is frighteningly high. Today they launched a 'transparent charity live stream' to show everyone where the money is going."
Jiang Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at his phone screen.
On the screen is a live stream, and the video feed is a bit shaky.
The cameraman and several others were sitting in a dilapidated off-road vehicle, heading deep into the heart of the mountains along a winding road.
This is one of several off-site live streams opened by the official charity.
At this moment, a female volunteer wearing a red vest is facing the camera, introducing the situation with emotion:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now heading to 'Zhe'er Village', located at the border of Yunnan and Guizhou provinces."
"The level of poverty here is beyond everyone's imagination."
"According to previous research, the children in this village have to cross two mountains and walk for three hours every day to get to school."
"Many children don't have a proper pair of shoes, and some even walk in shoes made from plastic bottles."
The comments section was scrolling by incredibly fast:
[Supporting transparent charity! I feel so reassured watching this live stream!]
[That 70 million yuan in donations must be used effectively. Looking at these mountains, I feel uneasy. Are there still places this poor?]
[The goddess Bai Zhi is beautiful inside and out; this is a continuation of miracles!]
To be fair, Bai Zhi's 70 million is five times the total of everyone else's. This time, she's really going to make a fortune!
Jiang Bai looked at the comments on the screen, his old face slightly flushed.
Although he only wanted to complete a task and earn a million on the side, seeing the money actually start to flow to those impoverished corners still gave him an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
However, as the car continued deeper into the area, the style of the live stream suddenly changed.
The mountain road, which the volunteers had described as "rugged and muddy," had mysteriously disappeared from the footage.
In its place is a brand-new, smooth cement road with a dark gray sheen.
The road was wide, and although there were many curves, the car drove on it as steadily as a mountain, without any of the previous bumps.
What happened to the promised poverty alleviation? This road is smoother than the roads in my neighborhood!
[This is supposed to be an impoverished village? Director, did you get the wrong script?]
The road is so well-maintained, why do they need our donations?
The staff in the live stream were also stunned.
She turned to look at the driver, somewhat embarrassed.
He was a local man with dark skin and a bright white smile.
"Master, have we gone to the wrong place?"
The volunteer asked, puzzled.
"The information says that there is no road to Zhe'er Village, and you can only travel on dirt roads."
The driver chuckled and, speaking in a thick local accent, loudly replied:
"You didn't go the wrong way! This is the only road to Zhe'er Village!"
"It used to be a dirt road, and cars would get stuck when it rained."
"But this road was just repaired; it hasn't even been half a month yet!"
The staff exclaimed in surprise:
"Half a month? Is it a government-funded public works project?"
The driver shook his head, his eyes filled with awe:
"It wasn't fixed by the authorities."
"I heard it was repaired by a charity."
"Two weeks ago, a construction team appeared out of nowhere and worked day and night to finish paving the road before National Day."
As he spoke, he pointed to a simple stone tablet that occasionally flashed by on the roadside.
"Look over there. Although I don't know which charity built the road, they left a message for the children."
The camera zoomed in for a close-up, following the driver's directions.
Because of the car's high speed, the image was somewhat blurry, but Jiang Bai could still clearly see a line of words engraved on the stone tablet:
May every child pursuing their dreams find a smooth path ahead.