A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Chen Lang picked up the paper bag and glanced down at Yinling.

"Captain, the first deal is complete."

"The colorful ropes must also be recorded in the account."

"You reimburse me even for things that are given away for free?"

"The job of paying out money is yours."

"I'm just a handyman, but now I'm getting a lot of responsibilities."

Shen Qingci took back the silver bell.

I set the rules for managing the money.

Chen Lang lowered the umbrella ribs to block the river wind blowing from one side.

A tourist raised his phone and pointed to the stilted house next to him.

"Can you include that row of houses in the picture? And that little courtyard too? Everyone wants to see what's going on."

The live stream chat was immediately flooded with comments.

[Raise the camera a bit, let's see what their yard looks like!]

What else is there to see in Fenghuang if you don't see the stilted houses?

The suspended ball is about to rise.

Shen Qingci raised her hand and blocked the camera.

"Titan, block out faces, house numbers, and images of people's yards."

[Executed.]

The levitating ball hovers in mid-air, and the camera pans downwards.

The scene now only shows a silver jewelry stall, tie-dyed cloth, and glutinous rice cakes bubbling in a pot.

Shen Qingci picked up the silver bell she had just bought.

"Take photos of the street scenes and snacks outside as you like."

She looked at the floating sphere, her tone clear.

"The houses people live in are not tourist attractions, and our location is not a guessing game."

Some people started making trouble in the comments section.

What's wrong with just glancing at the house?

[They didn't go inside to rummage through anything!]

Shen Qingci did not pass the message to Chen Lang.

"The clothes drying in someone's yard and the tables and chairs they set out with are their private matters. If you want to take pictures, ask first. If they're not happy about it, you have to remove the camera."

She put the silver bell back into her palm.

"When people come to Fenghuang to see the scenery, they should leave some peace and quiet for the locals."

She turned to the stall owner.

"Madam, may I take pictures of your stall?"

The stall owner nodded.

"It's fine to take pictures of the stalls, but don't include the houses behind me in the photos."

"OK."

Shen Qingci placed the silver bell in front of the camera and explained its weight, the marks of handcrafting, and the symbolism of the bird pattern.

The questions about the location in the live chat slowed down, and new questions filled the screen.

How much force does it take to strike this silver piece?

How to wash tie-dyed fabric stained with oil?

Does this bell make a sound when you walk?

The stall owner tapped another piece of silver with a wooden mallet.

The crisp metallic sound traveled through the live stream, and the silver bells in the alley rang a few times in response.

Shen Qingci hung the silver bell on her wrist, and as she moved her arm, the sound of the bell mingled with the sound of the river.

She and Chen Lang left the silver jewelry stall and entered another old alley along the river.

Under the eaves, an old man sat on a low stool repairing a wooden oar.

The wooden paddle is placed horizontally in front of the knees.

The old man used a knife to shave off the cracked wood chips.

Wood shavings lay at his feet, next to a metal bucket filled with water, its rim covered in mud.

Shen Qingci stopped in her tracks.

The old woman looked up at the silver bell on her wrist.

"Just bought it?"

"Just bought it."

Shen Qingci squatted by the eaves, keeping a few steps away from him.

"Sir, how do I get to the old bridge by following this riverbank?"

The old man turned the wooden oar in a different direction and pointed his chin towards the river.

"Go down the steps and cross two wooden railings. That old bridge was originally used for boats to dock. The stilted houses were built along the water, making unloading easier and avoiding the rocky beach when the water was high."

Shen Qingci took out his notebook and drew the riverbank, steps, and wooden railing.

The pen scratched across the paper.

The old man continued:

"On the night of the ceremony, the phoenix boat rowed over from the other side of the river. The ditch under the old bridge was too narrow, and the bow of the boat couldn't fit through. It had to use the current to steer. The boat captain knew better than to let strangers stand under the bridge."

The pen stopped.

Chen Lang turned to the side, blocking the camera lens shining from the alley entrance.

The suspended ball adjusts its angle, pressing the elderly person and the eaves into the blurred area.

Shen Qingci looked up.

"Under the old bridge, next to an old warehouse?"

The old man nodded.

"That dilapidated warehouse is long gone. The waterway is very narrow, and there's only half a ruined set of steps left on the bank. In the past, when the ships docked, the goods would be unloaded from there."

Shen Qingci lowered her head and added the Phoenix Boat Dock Area to her notebook.

Old bridge.

The steps along the river.

Abandoned warehouse.

Narrow waterway.

She connected the locations with lines and marked the direction of the substation next to them.

The structural diagrams that Titan had intercepted the previous night were rearranged in his mind.

The maintenance access is located below the Phoenix Boat Drum Platform. The old warehouse connects to the waterway, and the end of the waterway leads to the abandoned steps.

If someone uses the ceremony to create chaos by drowning, the target will shift from the river surface to the old warehouse.

Once the city lights are turned off, the substation's maintenance lines become another evacuation route.

Shen Qingci's pen landed beside the old bridge.

She circled a spot.

"Chen Lang, the phoenix boat is docking. The bow is coming in from the outside; shouldn't the stern sweep over the old bridge?"

"Judging by the current, the stern of the boat will have to be pressed tightly against the south bank."

Chen Lang looked at her drawing, his nonchalant expression vanishing.

"If someone causes trouble on the north bank beforehand and pushes people down, the boatman will definitely have to pull the boat south. The black water under the old bridge can provide them with cover."

Shen Qingci looked up.

"Stepping on the broken steps, we went straight into the dilapidated warehouse."

"The warehouse is next to the maintenance access panel."

"The maintenance access point leads directly to the substation."

The two stopped talking there.

A small boat glided across the river, its hull scraping against the water plants, making intermittent rustling sounds.

Shen Qingci handed the notebook to the old man.

"Sir, look at the road I drew, is the turn here correct?"

The old man took the notebook, looked at it for a moment, and pointed to a spot in the picture.

"You've drawn it backwards. When a boat enters from the outside, it has to turn close to the south bank. If you draw it like this, close to the north bank, the boat's stern will definitely hit the stone pier."

Shen Qingci took out an eraser and erased the line.

Eraser shavings fell onto the edge of the paper, and she picked up her pen again, changing the direction of the phoenix boat.

"How about changing it to this?"

"That's right."

"Thanks, sir."

She carefully put away her notebook and gave the order to Titan:

"Lock this waterway map and the old man's words into a private file, don't leak them in the live stream. Blur out the address and the old man's face."

[A private profile has been created.]

The waterway structure has been marked.

[Match between the Phoenix Boat's docking route and the old warehouse passageway: 83%]

Shen Qingci's hand stopped at the edge of the notebook.

Chen Lang looked at the suspended sphere.

"Could this accuracy be improved even further?"

[Further adjustments can be made after obtaining data on tides, boat dimensions, and water level for that evening.]

Chen Lang tapped his earphones.

"Then let's save it for tonight."

The old man glanced at the floating ball.

"It's okay if they film this old man; I'm not afraid of being on TV."

"Keep the water feature outside."

Shen Qingci shook his head.

"Your house and your face really shouldn't be broadcast outside."

The old man bent down to repair the wooden paddle, pushing the blade forward along the wood grain.

"You young people have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

Chen Lang continued:

"She set the rules, and I, the odd-job worker, just need to do the work."

Shen Qingci turned her head to look at him.

"When did you get demoted to do menial tasks?"

"When I just took out my money to pay the bill."

"Then wages won't increase."

"Since we've done more work, our pay should be increased."

"OK."

Shen Qingci put away the notebook.

"I'll treat you to an extra string of ginger candy at the end of the month."

"Don't you have any cash?"

Not a single cent.

"Captain, you're a really stingy boss."

"If you can't stand it, just leave."

Chen Lang held the paper bag steady.

"That won't do, I'm the kind of guy who does odd jobs but I love to work myself to the bone."

As the old man listened to their conversation, he tilted the tip of his knife and shaved off a piece of wood.

He looked up at Shen Qingci, then at Chen Lang, but didn't reply. His hands moved a little faster.

Before leaving the old alley, Shen Qingci explained the scope of the live broadcast to the stall owners, elderly people, and residents along the way.

The levitating ball turned towards the river surface to film the oars, silver jewelry stalls, and freshly cooked glutinous rice cakes.

People, house numbers, courtyards, and residents' activities are filtered by the system, leaving only public street scenes in the image.

The topic of the comments section changed.

What are the significance of the bird pattern on silver bells?

How to preserve tie-dyed fabric?

[The glutinous rice cakes look delicious! You can take pictures of the stall, but don't post the location!]

Several tourists put away their phones that were pointed at the eaves of the houses.

The silver jewelry vendor reminded the nearby vendors:

"In the future, don't just ask for a price because someone is famous. Say what your craftsmanship is worth and set a clear price."

Her words, when they reached the live stream, drew a flurry of responses.

This is what doing business should be like!

Respect craftsmanship, respect residents!

[The phoenix is ​​beautiful, but the lives of its residents should be protected even more!]