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The four of them took a taxi straight to Tianjin Ancient Culture Street, but their large RV couldn't find a parking spot.

As soon as Wang Ye stood in front of the archway marking his hometown in Tianjin, he mentally called out, "System, check in!"

[Ding! Host detected arriving at a 5A-level scenic spot: Tianjin Ancient Culture Street.]

[Check-in successful!]

[Reward: 5000000 yuan.]

My phone vibrated suddenly; five million had been deposited into my account instantly.

Wang Ye couldn't suppress the smirk on his face.

Xu An'an leaned closer: "What are you laughing about now?"

Wang Ye said with a deep expression, "I am feeling the profound cultural heritage of Tianjin."

Xu An'an narrowed her eyes: "Your expression makes it look like you've found money."

Wang Ye patted her head: "Young man, focus more on culture and less on dissecting things."

"I don't understand, I don't understand." Xu An'an shook her head. "Quick, quick! Take a picture of me, I want my first ever photo in Tianjin!"

Wang Ye shook his head helplessly and picked up his camera: "Stand still, don't make a peace sign. Today you're on the ancient culture route, not the village entrance photo spot route."

Xu An'an snorted and obediently placed her hands in front of her.

Click! The white halter top and the ancient street archway are captured in a perfect moment, a sweet girl's energy and the everyday life of old Tianjin collide perfectly.

Walking along the more than 600-meter-long antique-style street, Su Qingyan softly explained: "Before Tianjin was established as a garrison, there was already a Tianhou Palace here. There is a saying that the Tianhou Palace existed before Tianjin was established."

"Qingyan, you are truly knowledgeable," Liu Ruoxi praised.

Xu An'an dragged Su Qingyan straight to the food stall: "I want to eat Erduoyan fried cakes, and Guifaxiang twisted dough sticks!"

Xu An'an took the fried cake and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside, and her mouth was covered with red bean paste.

Liu Ruoxi walked beside Wang Ye, her shoulder intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his arm.

"Little brother Wang Ye, I also want to eat that fried cake. Can you feed me a bite?" Liu Ruoxi's red lips parted slightly, her voice charming and seductive, her eyes fixed on him with a captivating gaze (✧≖͜ʖ≖).

Wang Ye picked up a piece with a toothpick and handed it to Liu Ruoxi, who ate it with it, her warm tongue deliberately brushing against the tip of the toothpick at a very close distance (ˇ3ˇ)♥.

Wang Ye: This woman is too good at flirting.

The group then strolled to the front of Clay Figure Zhang's shop, looking at the lifelike chubby baby holding a carp.

Xu An'an was shocked: "This is too detailed! You can even pinch out the folds in the clothes?"

The master craftsman chuckled and said, "Zhang's clay figurine making is all about capturing the spirit and form. He sculpts human relationships and worldly affairs from the clay in his hands."

Wang Ye picked up an action camera and aimed it at the artwork and his master's hand in close-up: "Keep this part; it has more content than just shooting the face."

When Xu An'an arrived at the Kite Pavilion, she stared at the swallow kite and couldn't move.

Wang Ye asked, "Buy one?"

Xu An'an shook her head: "No need, I'll just take a look."

At noon, the four of them found a Tianjin cuisine restaurant near the Ancient Culture Street.

Crispy rice crust with vegetables, cooked pear cake, fried rice cake with two ears, stir-fried pork belly, eight-treasure tofu, and braised carp... a whole table was laid out, and Xu An'an turned into a ruthless rice-eating machine.

Xu An'an picked up a fried cake and took a bite. The outer skin was crispy, and the inside was soft and chewy.

"Tianjin won again."

Wang Ye ruthlessly exposed: "You win every time you go somewhere."

"All the best food in the country is here."

"Because they all taste good."

At that moment, Wang Ye's phone vibrated.

A message popped up on WeChat, and the sender was none other than Lin Xiaoxiao, the person I had interviewed that morning.

A video popped up on the screen: Lin Xiaoxiao had changed into a provocative black and blue outfit, wearing ultra-thin black stockings and lace garters on her legs. She swayed her hips towards the camera, striking highly seductive poses, her impressive figure swaying wildly.

Finally, a voice message that practically drips with sweetness accompanied the message: "Boss, are you really not going to consider it? My sales skills are top-notch, I guarantee you'll be satisfied~"

After reading it, Wang Ye thought to himself that this post would definitely be banned instantly online.

He typed back expressionlessly, "Stop, Ancestor, the anti-corruption squad is everywhere outside!"

Just as he put his phone down, Xu An'an leaned over sharply, and Da Lei slammed it onto the table: "Wang Ye, what are you secretly looking at? Are you looking at other women behind our backs?"

"Director Xu, please don't slander your boss. I was just processing work information."

"I don't believe you!" Xu An'an sneered.

Liu Ruoxi laughed heartily: "Xiao An'an, a man's phone is a secret garden, you're being too nosy."

At 2 PM, the four of them took a taxi to Heping District.

Outside the Porcelain House, countless pieces of ancient porcelain cover the entire old French-style building.

[Ding! Host detected arriving at the 3A-level scenic spot: Porcelain House. Check-in successful! Reward: 1000000 yuan.]

Wang Ye was in a very good mood.

Xu An'an's mouth dropped open: "Holy crap! This house is so luxurious! It's covered entirely in ceramic tiles?"

Su Qingyan looked at the data: "It used more than 700 million pieces of ancient porcelain shards, as well as tens of thousands of porcelain bottles and stone sculptures. It is almost a condensed history of Chinese porcelain."

Looking at the porcelain dragon hovering on the roof, Liu Ruoxi said, "The owner is really rich, and also crazy."

Wang Ye held up his DSLR camera: "Ladies, it's time to take some photos."

Su Qingyan stood in front of the blue and white porcelain wall, exuding a cool and aloof aura; Xu An'an held a cultural and creative doll, radiating sweetness and coolness; and Liu Ruoxi, under the porcelain dragon, suppressed the complex colors.

Wang Ye flipped through the photos and said, "I've got it! The title of this video will be 'There's a house in Tianjin that will leave the renovation workers speechless.'"

In the evening, the four walked to Xikai Church.

This magnificent Romanesque building, the largest in North China, features three green domes, each 45 meters high, arranged in a triangular pattern.

Stepping into the quiet interior, fourteen pillars support the dome, and stained glass windows reflect colorful light and shadow.

After coming out, Xu An'an lowered her voice and, with a chill running down her spine, brought up the legend of the "corpse oil priest" circulating online.

Wang Ye stopped in his tracks: "Just listen to those urban legends. There's no historical evidence to back them up. Don't take fabricated stories as real history."

Liu Ruoxi leaned against him and chuckled softly, "Are you religious?"

"I only trust myself and the balance in my bank card," Wang Ye shook his head.

Liu Ruoxi covered her mouth and chuckled: "That's hard to judge. Others believe in God, but you mainly promote a 'financial faith,' right? But I like your honesty."

Wang Ye shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. As long as I make a mess of things, no god can hold me hostage."

"Let's go, ladies, I'll take you to experience a 'mobile crosstalk theater' that's unique in the country," Wang Ye said.

Half an hour later, the four arrived at the waterfront platform opposite the opera stage in the ancient culture street, where a red double-decker sightseeing bus was quietly parked in the night.

Xu An'an looked up and her big eyes widened in surprise: "Holy crap! Listening to crosstalk on a bus? Are you kidding me?!"

The four boarded the bus after having their tickets checked, and headed straight for the prime C-position in the front right row of the second-floor convertible section.

At 7:30 p.m., the bus departed on time, and the evening breeze carried the moisture of the Haihe River.

As soon as the car came to a stop, two crosstalk performers in traditional Chinese robes stepped out from the middle of the aisle.

The crisp sound of clappers echoed through the carriage, and a fast-paced storytelling performance of "Three Battles with the White Bone Demon" immediately filled the air with the joyful atmosphere of the "Gen-Cheng" (a famous Taiwanese opera).

The most distinctive feature of the crosstalk bus is its impromptu "on-the-spot" performances.

As the bus crossed Yongle Bridge and the massive "Tianjin Eye" Ferris wheel came into view, an actor pointed with a folding fan: "Everyone, look out! This is our famous internet-famous landmark! Isn't this Ferris wheel tall? Even if it is, it can't compare to the beauty of these ladies in the front row! Don't you all agree?"

The entire car erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Xu An'an was overjoyed, her astonishing G-level capital surging: "This actor is so lifelike, his emotional value is off the charts!"

Taking advantage of the slight bumps from the car turning, Liu Ruoxi leaned into Wang Ye's arms, her long legs pressed tightly against him.

"Oh dear~" She whispered sweetly in Wang Ye's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Little brother Wang Ye, this car is shaking so much that my legs are weak, you have to hold on tight to your sister (つ≧▽≦)つ.

Wang Ye calmly put his arm around her slender waist, the soft warmth of his fingertips making his heart race. He lowered his voice, "Are you sure you don't want to pay any extra price for this free seatbelt service?"

Liu Ruoxi's eyes were practically drooling (✧≖͜ʖ≖), her fingertips gently tracing circles on Wang Ye's chest: "Then tonight when we get back to camp, I'll give you a private lesson in the RV, I guarantee you'll be satisfied~"

Sitting on the other side, Su Qingyan watched the two blatantly pulling at each other, a hint of jealousy and embarrassment flashing in her cold eyes.

She pursed her red lips, silently crossed her fair legs, and her slightly cool ankles "accidentally" touched Wang Ye's other calf, transmitting a secret warmth through the fabric. Then she pretended to look out the window, but the tips of her ears were already bright red.