Hey, reporter, what do you want from me?

Ye Chu? I don't know her, I don't know her.

What "half a day" or "half a day"? I wouldn't recognize you even if I spent the whole day! You can go now, I'm busy.

What are you busy with? Attending training. If I miss a class, I'll have to make it up on Sunday!

What class? Oh dear, how can I tell you? Hurry up, I'm leaving too.

Pay me? How much?

Okay then. Go ahead and tell me. I don't know this Ye Chu you just mentioned.

Why are we having classes... Oh, it's not to get into a senior citizens' university! Why would I need to go to a senior citizens' university? I'm almost seventy. Why are you being so slow, reporter? Fine, I'll tell you. It's a class run by the big boss on our street, training us seniors to use mobile phones and computers, and to speak eloquently.

You want to hear it? Oh, then I'll recite a bit for you—"Welcome to Sister Happiness, is this the happiness you desire?"

Oh dear, it's not Sister Happiness, it's Sister Happiness Street!

Why do we need to memorize all this? We have to. If we don't, we'll be eliminated. And then we'll be left with nothing.

Does this have anything to do with Ye Chu? How can it not have anything to do with her? Oh wait! I don't know Ye Chu, reporter, please cut this part out.

Huh? I'm not pretending not to know Ye Chu, I really don't know Ye Chu.

It's not that Ye Chu forbids us from talking about it, I really don't know Ye Chu.

You won't tell anyone? You can't just not tell anyone! Saying you don't know someone means you don't know them!

Hey Lao Hu, you've come at the perfect time! Are you going to class? This reporter keeps bothering me, wanting to ask about your family member—that one, pshaw! We don't know that one. You'd better get rid of him.

That old Hu is so disloyal. She's busy going to class, leaving her old buddy here—Reporter, what did you just say? Oh dear, Ye Chu isn't hers. Ye Chu has nothing to do with her. Hey reporter, why did that guy carrying the camera who came with you run away?

Look at you, you won't be satisfied until you get something out of me. Okay then, I don't know Ye Chu, but I can tell you about the class.

Our street was slated for demolition. They were going to kick us old folks out. But then, well, well, they didn't demolish it after all.

How would I know why they didn't dismantle it?

Oh dear, reporter, look at you, giving away such expensive cigarettes... Alright, I'll just whisper a few words to you.

We old folks have been on this street for at least fifteen years. But in the last two years, what was that thing they said in class again? "E-commerce," right, right, the rise of e-commerce platforms has squeezed our businesses out of business. Our shops are gone. This street isn't ours anymore; it belongs to—Bippi—the group. Bippi Group wants to kick us useless old folks out and turn this street into something new.

We're not capable enough. After all these years, we haven't saved any money. Like me, the few coins I earned from my barbershop weren't even enough for a down payment on a house for my son's wedding. And you ask about Lao Hu? Lao Hu is even worse off; her bookstore is rarely open!

Oh dear, we've gotten way off topic. Anyway, if we get kicked out of this street, we'll have to start our own business somewhere else. A bunch of old folks, practically buried in the ground, how can we start our own business at this age? We'll just have to go home, palms up, begging our children for money. How tragic! It'd be better to just hang ourselves.

We tried so many things. Did you see that phone shop? The owner even hired a few singers and dancers to advertise for us. We spent a lot of money, but it was all for nothing. I even paid five thousand yuan! Thinking about it still makes me sad.

Ye Chu wasn't on the street then; she was filming something—oh, sorry, I don't know Ye Chu. I misspoke, it was Night Kitchen, Night Kitchen. Night Kitchen wasn't on the street; she was a cook who made food on the street, you know…

Hey reporter, what are you laughing at?

No camera? Even without a camera, I won't say anything. I promised them something, a respected old man like me, can I just ignore it?

What's Green Apple Entertainment? Never heard of it. Oh, Mr. Ji! I know that girl; she's incredibly beautiful and quick-witted. Ye—she came by a few times when that thing wasn't around.

Laughing and laughing! What's so funny?

Look at you, stuffing so many cigarettes in your mouth again... Oh dear, is this Moutai? This is the first time I've ever seen Moutai in my life!