The director frowned and asked, "Did you find out any other information? For example, did the person who arranged for the villagers to deliver the supplies leave any message?"
The staff shook his head. "According to the villagers, it was a few people in suits who were discussing a deal. Their words were rather vague. They said they would receive a handsome reward after delivering the supplies."
"You didn't mention anything else?"
“No.”
The director finally nodded and said to the staff, "Okay, I got it, you guys keep busy."
"What do you think about this?" Discussing with the tour guide has become a common thing. He knows that he can get some unexpected gains from the tour guide every time.
"People who care so much about Meng Yao are either her fans or her family members."
"How can you be sure it's for Meng Yao?"
The tour guide shrugged and said, "I just watched the replay of the live broadcast. Have you looked closely at the supplies? All the toiletries are for women, and there are other supplies that are obviously prepared for women. Han Mei probably brought them along."
The director thought carefully and said, "That's true..."
"The other party did not reveal any identity information and was very thorough. This matter is difficult to investigate. The environment of Meng Yao's group is indeed difficult. In my opinion, we should just turn a blind eye to it." The tour guide continued.
The director paused and said, "There are a lot of speculations about this on the Internet, some of which are not very pleasant..."
The tour guide smiled and said nonchalantly, "Then let them comment. It won't hurt our show to raise the topic."
The director suddenly slapped his thigh, not knowing what he was thinking of. "I suddenly remembered something!"
He leaned closer to the tour guide and said, "I forgot whether I told you about this. Before the show started, Meng Yao's spot was actually taken away by someone else, and then guess who helped her get it back?"
"Who is it?" The tour guide didn't seem curious at all.
"It's Mr. Rong!" The director became excited: "Mr. Rong from Huanzhen! You must have heard of him, right?"
The guide didn't seem surprised at all, and the director couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, but the feeling only lasted a moment.
"Do you think this matter has something to do with him..." He rejected his own guess before he finished speaking: "No, how is this possible?"
The director frowned: "Why would I think of him? This is impossible..."
"But there is one thing that still puzzles me. Why did Rong Yan help Meng Yao at that time..."
*
As the comments on the screen scrolled, more and more speculations emerged, some of which were even quite far-fetched.
Rong Yun looked away: "Xia Yansen."
"I'm coming."
When Xia Yansen heard the call, he hurried over with a smile on his face.
"Brother Rong, what's wrong?"
Rong Wei stretched out his hand and motioned him to look at the screen.
Xia Yansen was puzzled. He adjusted his round-frame glasses and then looked at the big screen.
Meng Yao's live broadcast room was very popular, with comments pouring in one after another. The content of the comments was almost inseparable from speculation about the materials, with all kinds of opinions, and the more they speculated, the more outrageous they became.
Supplies…
Xia Yansen felt inexplicably guilty.
"Didn't I ask you to do it in secret?"
His eyes were dark and clear, like a calm lake.
Xia Yansen looked around unnaturally: "This... I have never done this kind of thing to please a girl, so it is inevitable that I am a little unfamiliar..."
Xia Yansen had guessed which link had gone wrong, but this matter was indeed difficult to handle. He had to choose the best supplies for Meng Yao, and he couldn't let Meng Yao continue to eat dry bread, which would leave room for criticism.
Rong Wei had no intention of blaming him: "Assign someone to control the public opinion online."
His eyes swept across the screen and saw a guess about "sponsorship" and frowned in disgust: "Don't make such disgusting comments again."
Xia Yansen nodded obediently. He did cause some trouble to Meng Yao this time.
Before this, he could not have imagined that netizens' imaginations were so wild, and the nonsense that marketing accounts fabricated to attract traffic was even more outrageous.
*
It was almost evening when we returned from Lao Zhang's house after picking potatoes. In addition to dinner, we also got a stone.
A triangular-shaped stone with an uneven surface that feels rough to the touch.
Meng Yao held the stone in her hand and played with it, humming a little tune.
Han Mei unconsciously slowed down his pace and listened carefully to her voice.
Because the sound was relatively quiet, he could not hear it clearly. He vaguely felt that the tune was very unfamiliar, so he could not help but ask, "Senior, what song are you singing?"
Meng Yao opened her mouth and threw out a name: "Flowers and plants."
Flowers and Plants is a popular song nowadays. As the lead singer of a boy band, Han Mei is naturally familiar with it.
“… So this is the song.”
Meng Yao didn't miss the expression on his face, nor did she care. She joked to herself, "I'm singing out of tune, very out of tune."
"No." Han Mei was eager to explain: "I, I think it sounds good..."
He didn't lie. Although he couldn't hear the lyrics of Meng Yao's humming clearly, her voice was excellent.
"Really?" Meng Yao nodded seriously and said without any modesty: "Since you said it was nice, then I should be able to sing well."
"You said..." Meng Yao weighed the stone in her hand: "Is the tradition of Stone Village to give stones as gifts?"
"That should be the case... We have collected a lot of stones since we came here. But unfortunately, these are not return stones."
"Not necessarily." Meng Yao narrowed her eyes slightly: "These stones should be useful. The return stones may be inseparable from these stones."
Under the night sky, the rough stones are covered with moonlight, and seem to be faintly phosphorescent.
Han Mei was also unconsciously attracted by the stone, but it didn't last long, because he found that nothing could compare to her serious and quiet face.
He was a little distracted for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he thought about what she said: "Does it matter?"
"Hey, you said..."
Meng Yao threw the flashlight in her hand up, flipped it in the air, and then fell steadily back into her palm.
"Is there a possibility that the Wayback Stone is not a... or that there are prerequisites for obtaining the Wayback Stone?"
"You mean to say..."
“The guide never mentioned the exact number…” She paused: “The rules are too confusing.”
Meng Yao looked at the photographer beside her: "Do you think my analysis is correct?"
“I… I…” The photographer looked flustered: “Teacher Meng Yao, please don’t embarrass me.”
(End of this chapter)