The first stop in the country of magnesium is Los Angeles.
At the same time when Ye Wan and his four companions walked out of the hotel, the "Come on, let's do something" channel was officially opened in the Travels Around the World live broadcast room.
Blue sky and white clouds.
A foreign country.
A group of five guests chatting and laughing.
The picture is strange yet harmonious, the only thing that remains unchanged is the relaxed and good mood.
"Sister, where shall we go to pretend?"
Glancing at the drone hanging high above her head, Sister Ling lowered her voice and asked Ye Wan.
"Let's go and see..."
Ye Wan held Sister Ling's arm and looked around. "I have a lot of ideas, but some of them are destined to be unrealized. In order not to let Director Ning down, I can only give up with pain."
Thinking back to what Ye Wan had said before, he wanted to go to Las Vegas to gamble, and also go to the midnight bar to watch the enchanting and charming dancers.
The three sisters Ling looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
Had dinner and drank coffee.
When the weather turned gloomy at noon, Ye Wan and his five companions walked to a busy square.
There are fountains and white doves occasionally flying up and down.
In a corner of the street, there were a few wandering singers singing.
There are men and women, old and young.
At first glance, the wandering singing group looked out of place.
I don’t know if they didn’t sing well enough or they chose the wrong time, but passers-by were coming and going in a hurry, but few were willing to stop and listen to their singing.
When Ye Wan and his five companions walked over, the young man with brown hair and blue eyes holding the guitar's eyes lit up, and he sang even harder.
There was a note in the guitar case on the ground: Raise funds for the displaced children in XX continent to relieve them from the suffering of survival.
After the song was over, seeing that none of the five very good-looking people were willing to lend a hand, the young man holding the guitar looked at Sister Ling and said, "Hello, please be kind and help our child."
Sister Ling knows a little Chinese English and can understand it, but she doesn’t know how to speak it.
But Sister Ling was not panicked at all and turned around to look at Ye Wan.
Ye Wan started communicating with the young man.
The church raises many children who have been abandoned or become orphans due to war, disease and other reasons.
Because the children were too young and the church received too little charitable donations, the teachers in the church had to find other ways to raise funds on their own to support the children in the church.
They came early in the morning and sang all morning, but only raised a few dozen dollars.
Seeing Ye Wan's careful questioning, Alex seemed to see hope. He took out his mobile phone, opened the album, and showed her the photos of the church and the children.
It is called a church, but it only has a few wooden houses.
Of the adults in the photo, except for a gentle and kind old lady, all the other ones are here.
And there are more than ten children.
The oldest is less than ten years old.
The youngest was still in the old woman's arms.
"Handsome gentlemen, beautiful ladies, please help us!"
Alex's eyes were sincere.
Sister Ling and Cheng Shiyuan were about to donate generously.
They were stopped by Fei Ge and He Sichen respectively.
The four of them looked at Ye Wan.
Alex looked over as well.
Although it was only a short moment, Alex could see that among the group of five Chinese tourists, the most beautiful girl was both the youngest and the boss.
"If I say that we can help you attract more pedestrians instead of providing money, would you accept it?"
Ye Wan asked.
In other words, they won't be given money? Alex was stunned for a moment, and a huge surprise blossomed between his eyebrows. "Really? If so, that would be great!"
"Sister, sister..."
Sister Ling looked around at the empty square with only them and them, "Are you... sure?"
(End of this chapter)