First time connecting to microphone
The guard brought another set of celadon wine glasses.
The chief looked at the jar of wine and said to everyone with a hint of apology: "This jar of wine doesn't look very big, it probably only weighs one or two kilograms. Let's drink less today to share in the joyous atmosphere."
"This is a birthday gift from Comrade Zhong Ling. How can we share it?" A man wearing glasses waved his hands quickly.
"Yes, yes, this is a birthday gift." Another person also agreed with a smile.
Everyone knows that Zhong Ling's stuff is much more effective than that and its value is immeasurable, so no one is willing to take a share.
But Director S insisted: "Good things are meant to be shared. Besides, I'm old and can't drink much by myself. Since everyone is here today, let's have some fun."
He picked up the wine jar and poured wine for everyone himself.
However, an unexpected scene happened.
The chief filled one glass after another, and soon all the dozen or so glasses on the table were full, but the wine in the jar did not decrease at all.
"Huh?" The leader stopped and shook the wine jar in confusion, feeling that it was still heavy.
All the people present were smart people, and they all looked at Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling took a sip from the teacup before slowly explaining, "The jar itself isn't very big, but I used some tricks to carve a Sumeru formation inside. It looks small, but it can actually hold quite a bit."
Sumeru Formation!
Although I don't know what it is exactly, I know it is a fairy method as soon as I hear it.
Everyone's eyes changed instantly when they looked at the white jade wine jar.
Qiao Jianmin's eyes twitched as he watched from the side, and he thought to himself: Comrade Zhong Ling, you call this a trick?
"I see, I see!" The chief laughed heartily, deeply moved. "Then everyone is in for a treat today. Drink as much as you can!"
Everyone stopped refusing and raised their glasses.
The wine tastes very sweet and mellow as soon as you take a sip.
Most of the people here are older, and years of high-intensity work have left them with more or less old health problems.
After taking a sip of wine, within a few breaths, everyone felt a lot lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders, and they felt relaxed from the inside out.
"This...this wine!" A man put down his glass, his face full of shock. He moved his shoulders and found that his years of periarthritis of the shoulder had healed and the pain was gone.
"My old stomach problem seems... seems to be getting better."
"It's amazing! It's really amazing!"
After the commander finished his drink, he felt full of energy. He laughed out loud and said, "Comrade Zhong Ling, this wine of yours is better than any panacea!"
Zhong Ling smiled calmly: "It's just some fruit wine, as long as you like it."
Everyone was toasting each other, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was even more lively than before.
After the birthday banquet, Qiao Jianmin personally sent Zhong Ling back to her residence.
Zhong Ling remembered that she still owed her netizens two live broadcasts, so she picked up her phone, went to the backstage, and edited a new announcement:
[There will be two live broadcasts this month, scheduled for 8pm this Thursday and 8pm on the last day of the month.]
The netizen who was guarding the store caught it first.
"Here it comes! Master Zhong finally remembered her KPI!"
"Oh my god, two live broadcasts in two weeks? What a magical life! Happiness comes too suddenly!"
"Thursday! That's the day after tomorrow! Brothers, crank up your internet speed, clean your devices, bathe, and burn incense, ready to welcome the Bell God!"
"The guy upstairs, don't forget to light three incense sticks for the router. It can't fail at this critical moment!"
"Every time it's earth-shattering, what will it be this time?"
"I don't know, but I've already prepared my snacks!"
Thursday night, 8 o'clock sharp.
Zhong Ling's live broadcast room opened as scheduled, and the barrage of comments was so dense that the screen could not be seen clearly.
"Here they come! The front row is selling sunflower seeds, drinks and mineral water!"
"Greetings to the God of Bells! Please have mercy on me and let me win the lottery once!"
"I'm here to fulfill a vow! Last time I asked the Zhong God to bless me to pass the postgraduate entrance exam, and I really did! Long live Zhong God!"
"I hope I'll be chosen. I don't want to get rich overnight, I just want my mom's leg to get better soon."
"start."
As soon as Zhong Ling finished speaking, a window popped up.
The picture shows a young girl who looks to be in her early twenties. She is wearing a washed-out T-shirt. The background is an earthen wall with several award certificates posted on it.
The girl was very pretty and had bright eyes, but there was fatigue and sadness between her brows.
Seeing that she was really connected to the microphone, the girl was stunned, and then her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud, and her body trembled slightly with excitement.
The barrage exploded.
"Wow, it's a little sister! She looks so plain, she must be from an ordinary family."
"Don't cry, sister. If you have any problem, tell Zhong Shen. Zhong Shen will definitely be able to help you!"
"This background... feels so poor."
Zhong Ling's voice rang out again: "Tell me your wish."
The girl took a deep breath, barely able to steady her voice, and bowed deeply towards the camera.
"Hello, Master Zhong, my name is Zhang Jing. I'm not asking for anything for myself, I want to make a wish for my teacher."
"I'm from Dawa Mountain. We're very poor there, and not many girls can finish junior high school, let alone go to high school and take the college entrance exam."
Zhang Jing's voice was a little choked, but her words were clear, with the simplicity and sincerity unique to mountain people.
"It was Principal Zhang. She changed the fate of all of us."
"Her name is Zhangqiu. She's not from here. Twenty years ago, she gave up her well-paid job in the city and came to our mountain area alone. She used all her savings to establish the only girls' high school in our area."
"She said she wanted us mountain girls to have access to education, to get out of the mountains and see the wider world."
When Zhang Jing said this, she could no longer hold back her tears and they rolled down her cheeks.
"When the school first started, there were no teachers, so she taught all the subjects by herself. In the winter, when there was no heating, she took us running to keep warm. To save money to buy meat for the students, she herself only ate steamed buns and pickles all year round."
"Over the past 20 years, she has helped more than a thousand girls leave the mountains and go to college, and I am one of them."
Zhang Jing wiped her tears and continued, "But, the teacher...her own body collapsed."
"She had heart disease, emphysema, tumors on her bones, everything.
The doctor said her body was like a piece of cracked porcelain, completely broken at some point.”
“After I was admitted to university, I only studied for one semester before taking a temporary leave of absence because my teacher’s illness became increasingly serious and I had to return to take care of her, and the school also needed manpower.
But I was useless, I could do nothing but watch her getting weaker and weaker."
"God Zhong," Zhang Jing raised her head, a look of sincere piety on her face. "My wish is that you can heal my teacher and make her healthy. Please!"
After saying this, she bowed deeply again and did not stand up for a long time.
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