I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

There were four large cardboard boxes placed side by side on the long table.

The boxes were all the same size, and the tape on them was crookedly sealed.

The same sentence was written on the side of each box: "For Brother Zero and Qidian Chinese Website"

The handwriting on the four boxes was different. The handwriting on the first two boxes was written in pencil, with straight strokes and a very childish feel. You could even vaguely see the marks of an eraser.

The words on the last two boxes were written with a fountain pen. Compared to the first two boxes, the handwriting was much neater and more careful, but it still looked childish and was obviously written by a child.

Looking at these words, Cheng Che seemed to see several children lying by the cardboard box, writing words stroke by stroke with pens.

"The four boxes correspond to grades one through four. This elementary school only has four grades, and the writing on them is done by the student with the best handwriting in each grade," Bai Ye explained from the side.

Cheng Che nodded, noticing a small knife next to the cardboard box, which was obviously prepared in advance.

"Should I just tear it down?" he asked.

"No rush, let me show you something first," Bai Ye said, opening the laptop that was in the room.

After some fiddling around, a video was released.

The camera shakes slightly, focusing on rows of low-rise school buildings, each only one story high, with white paint on the walls, but large patches of paint are peeling off at the edges.

The classroom was filled with old-fashioned desks and chairs, and the blackboard was not the smart blackboard that is most common now, but a truly smooth blackboard.

The scene shifts to the playground, which is a dirt field. Not far from the entrance, there are some recreational facilities installed—a horizontal bar, a parallel bar, and a walking machine—but they are covered in rust.

Apart from that, the playground was empty, with only wildly growing lawns and pine trees planted around it.

The scene then shifts to a library... Although it's called a library, there are hardly any books. The few books that are there are damp and warped, and the wooden bookshelves are full of signs of age, with even spider webs visible on them.

Cheng Che scratched his head, thinking to himself, "Isn't this school a little too...?"

"Most schools in China actually have pretty good environments now," Bai Ye explained from the side.

"However, this situation still exists in some mountain villages and remote areas with fewer students."

Cheng Che nodded without saying anything.

The video continued playing, then jumped to a point approximately two months later.

The same rows of single-story teaching buildings still appeared, but they were clearly very different now.

The walls were repainted white, and the old blackboard in the classroom was replaced with a smart blackboard with a dark screen embedded in the center of the wall.

The desks and chairs have also been replaced with standard light blue desks and chairs, which are 100% brand new and without a single scratch.

The camera then shifts to the library, which has also been completely transformed.

The walls have been repainted, and new light wood bookshelves have been installed, filled with colorful new books.

In the center of the room were several low reading tables with small chairs, and in the corner were two potted plants.

The playground is under construction, but it is far from being completed; it has just been paved with cement.

The scene shifts, and we return to the classroom.

Suddenly, a burst of noise came from the screen as the children sat at their new desks and chairs, heads bowed, eagerly yet carefully unpacking the packages that each of them had.

It contained brand-new stationery, as well as small toys such as jump ropes and beanbags. These were all boring things for adults and probably not worth much money, but they were enough to keep children happy for a long time.

The young female teacher stood in front of the podium, watching the children unpack their packages and laugh, and she laughed along with them.

She then clapped her hands, making the children look up at her:

"Classmates, these things were given to you by a guy named Zero. What should you do?"

The children raised their heads haphazardly and began to chatter amongst themselves:

"Thank you, Brother Zero."

Cheng Che smiled too.

Damn, is this what it feels like to be thanked for doing good deeds?

This joy is no less than the pleasure of giving readers a good whack; it's truly delightful.

"Kids are still very cute," Bai Ye said, interrupting Cheng Che's silly laughter.

She looked at Cheng Che and grinned foolishly, a rare smile appearing on her usually expressionless face.

She had seen that video before, but watching it again with Cheng Che was still just as enjoyable.

Although I didn't thank her directly, she did a lot to make this happen.

"Can I open the box now?" Cheng Che asked.

"Okay." Bai Ye nodded.

Cheng Che then started with the box corresponding to the first grader and used a knife to cut the tape.

When the cardboard box was opened, the smell of book pages could be detected.

The box was packed full, and on top of it was a painting that unfolded to reveal its full size.

The content of the drawing is very simple, nothing more than the things that elementary school students all over the country can draw—a smiling sun and light blue clouds.

Under the sky was a low building, probably referring to a classroom, and outside the classroom were two trees that looked like pine trees.

Cheng Che guessed that the drawing was probably of the children's own classroom. Although the actual content was somewhat abstract, it was clear that everything was drawn with great care.

He carefully placed the painting aside and continued flipping through the pages. Inside were many handwritten letters written on different types of paper, some striped and some checkered.

In addition, there were many small gifts, such as paper flowers, boats, and frogs, as well as bookmarks made of leaves that Cheng Che couldn't name.

Um, besides that, Cheng Che even saw two bags of spicy strips...

Cheng Che picked up the top letter, unfolded it, and a few lines of text came into view:

"Hello, Brother Zero! I'm Chen Xiaotong from first grade, and I'm our class monitor!"

Upon seeing the exclamation mark following the words "class monitor," Cheng Che smiled.

I can feel your pride, Chen Xiaotong.

He continued looking down.

Thank you for the new stationery, especially the new eraser, it's really good and erases very cleanly. It's just that there's only one, so I'm a little reluctant to use it. I folded a little frog for you; my older sister taught me how. She's in fourth grade this year. She also wrote you a letter; I hope you like it!

"And also, why are you called Zero? It's such a strange name."

That was all the contents of the letter. About half of the words were actually written in pinyin, but Cheng Che still managed to understand what the child was trying to express.

He carefully put away the envelope and quickly found the little frog in the box. The little frog had been specially colored, with several black stripes painted on its green body.

Cheng Che picked up the frog, examined it in his palm for a few seconds, and then gently put it back.

He suddenly realized the inequality of the world. He had initially spent money to buy some protective charms just to prevent someone in the entertainment industry from sabotaging him.

The money he spent was insignificant to him and wouldn't affect his life at all, but it brought surprises to so many children.

He suddenly had an epiphany.

People may experience different joys and sorrows, but at times they can also understand each other.

Chen Xiaotong, right...?

Do you like the new eraser?

Don't want to use it? No problem!

Brother, name a number!

Ten yuan!

I'll give each of you ten yuan!

No! Don't! Say it again!