Take these twenty children to see the Palembang Zoo.

The tickets aren't expensive; we can hire a bus and that will get them all there.

As for the accommodation, we'll probably have to book an eight-person hostel room. That won't cost too much, and the main thing is that they can all go out and see the world.

With this in mind, Li Miaomiao sat down at the signal station and went to the group-buying page to check out the Wanling Zoo, where tickets were extremely hard to come by.

Sigh... As early as half a year ago, Wanling Zoo was already a well-known hot topic. Not to mention, now that another half year has passed, Meng Huan has directly driven the prosperity of a zoo by relying on Qingqiu to directly break into the 40 billion yuan director category.

But... this thought lingered in her mind, refusing to leave.

Looking at the longing, dark eyes on those dark faces, Li Miaomiao really didn't want her plan to fail.

Thinking of that young kindergarten principal, beautiful and kind-hearted, I wonder if she'll reply to my private messages...

Li Miaomiao clicked into the private message interface of the musical note and carefully typed on the keyboard.

[Don't Eat Me (Route 1): Hello Principal Su, I'm a teacher here in Liangshan on a volunteer teaching assignment. I'd like to ask if it's possible to open a back door for the children so they can come to Beijing and broaden their horizons. The entrance fee is fine; I hope you can consider it.]

[Don't Eat Me (Chinese Route): These are some daily photos and homework assignments of the children. (Images) (Images) (Images)]

After sending the message, Li Miaomiao looked at the endless mountains and exhaled a breath of stale air. She realized that her words had a hint of moral blackmail, and she didn't expect to receive a reply.