Chapter 379 Have you seen my red vest?
"I feel like what am I doing now? Extreme rocking car, can't this road be repaired?"
Director Wang was sitting in the passenger seat, his entire face turning white, or more accurately, liver color.
"Director Wang, are you willing to pay?
If you're willing, I can help you contact the local government. I'm sure they'll be happy to see a good person like you."
The carriage soon became quiet again, and Director Wang did not say anything at this time.
There are so many bad roads in the world, so he can only do his best to sponsor a few Hope Primary Schools. As for repairing roads, he cannot do it for the time being.
[In fact, Wang Dao is a very kind person. He has funded more than a dozen Hope Primary Schools and donated to various nursing homes.]
[Yeah, even though we usually make fun of him, he's actually quite a nice person. At least he's a bit more kindhearted than other directors.]
[No matter whether it is a face-saving project or not, at least the donations have been put to good use.
In fact, we don't care whether your project is just for show or not. As long as you can actually bring in benefits, we don't care that much.
[That's not right. Why does it feel like this livestream is becoming more and more popular? Aren't we just chatting about gossip right now?]
[Get lost! Does the person above even have the word "atmosphere" in their mind?]
When the village turned down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Assistant, can you do this?
No, let me take over, and don't let your hands shake, and your foot must be on the brake."
Zhao Tangtang tightly grasped the handle of the car, her face pale with fear.
Because nowadays cars shake every time you move forward, and they shake from side to side.
The bends and slopes are so steep, and you have no idea when your car will have to turn, which makes your heart jump to your throat.
"Don't you know? A man can't say no. You have to believe me. At worst, we can die together."
The young assistant was also feeling bad because he didn't have much confidence in his driving skills, but he was gritting his teeth and holding on.
Especially since there were three ladies in the car, he absolutely could not bring shame upon himself at this time.
When Zhao Tangtang heard this, she immediately became angry. She reached out to pat the assistant on the shoulder, but when she thought that he was driving, she gave up the idea.
"Shut up! You crow mouth! You'd better pray that nothing happens, or I will really turn you into a ghost."
Zhao Tangtang's voice was vicious, and the assistant immediately shut up and drove safely.
I don’t know where they are driving to now. There are trees on both sides, and they are all tall trees. The dense branches of the trees have completely blocked the sky.
The moonlight shines through the sparse gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a sense of mystery and unease to this quiet forest path.
The atmosphere in the car became more tense as the road became rougher, but everyone had a longing for the destination in their hearts.
This expectation is like a faint flame, guiding them forward in the darkness.
“I feel like this atmosphere is perfect for telling some short stories.”
As soon as Jiang Zhiyuan opened her mouth, everyone knew that she had nothing good to say, so they shook their heads and refused.
"Then let me tell you a little gossip. I think you will be very interested in it."
Jiang Zhiyuan's eyes rolled and she came up with another good plan. As long as she learned how to convert concepts, this group of people would be fooled.
"Okay, okay! I love listening to gossip the most!"
Because the atmosphere in the car was very depressing just now, everyone was drowsy, but the young assistant still had to force himself to stay awake, so now he really wanted to listen to some gossip to stimulate his brain.
"Once upon a time there was a scholar who went to the capital to take the imperial examination..."
Jiang Zhiyuan used a short 5 minutes to tell a very ordinary story about a scholar falling in love with a female monster.
"How is it? Is this story interesting? Do you want to continue listening?"
Jiang Zhiyuan took out a bottle of Coke from his backpack, took a few big gulps, and spoke with a dry mouth, hoping that this group of people would be fooled.
"Didn't you say you were going to tell us gossip? Why are you telling us this story? And the plot is so clichéd."
The young assistant was very dissatisfied with this story. He had never been interested in these love stories.
If you tell him a story about a hero killing everyone, he might be a little interested.
"Why? You don't like this story? Then I'll tell you another one."
Everyone else felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.
So before they could react, another woman's voice was heard in the car.
"Have you seen my red vest?"
Anyone would feel scared when a girl's ghostly voice suddenly sounds from behind you, especially in this desolate wilderness.
“Oh shit!”
"Fuck, so ruthless!"
Both the young assistant and Director Wang were startled, especially the young assistant who almost let go of the steering wheel.
[I just threw my phone out, and it hit the lamp next to me, causing it to fall over.
Then it hit my puppy, and then my puppy ran out squeaking, which woke up my mom, and finally my mom came over with a slipper.
[The person above is a little miserable, unlike me now, who screamed in shock at this sentence, and then all the lights in our school dormitory building turned on, and now I'm on my way to apologize.]
I've heard this story before. I was still in high school, and it scared me so much that I never dared to go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night again.
[Actually, it seems like 70% of ghost stories happen in schools, as if schools have some kind of magical power.]
[Isn't your school built on a mass grave?]
[Damn, my school dug out a coffin right out of there last time!]
The barrage was soon filled with ghost stories and legends from various schools.
In this magical place called China, if the development of ghost stories is to be considered from its origin, then school must be an indispensable place.
There are many stories that happened in the school, and many people believe that they have really seen G when they were students.
If no supernatural events happen in your school when you are in school, it feels like you have wasted your time and you will have nothing to brag about it to others when you go out.
But how could the police officer in the live broadcast room watch them getting more and more excited as they chatted?
This kind of metaphysical thing was of course strangled in the cradle.
The 24-character socialist core values were quickly posted in the comment section.
The eerie barrage instantly turned red, full of positive energy.
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