The doorbell rang twice, but the voice I was afraid of never came.
I was genuinely worried that Ye Qing might accidentally kill this troublemaker. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
I had just breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him grin at the camera and make faces. Then he turned and rang the doorbell of another resident.
"What a guy!" the Thin Man cursed.
I tensed up again.
He rang several more doorbells in a row. Some people weren't home, while others answered the intercom, asked who he was, and refused to let him in.
The residents of Workers and Peasants Sixth Village showed a level of wariness I hadn't expected.
"Looks like Director Mao and the others did a good job with their outreach," the Fatty joked.
The daredevil returned empty-handed, looking a little awkward. But the livestream wasn't over, so he asked some passersby in the complex about the agency. As expected, the residents went silent when they saw the camera. Maybe they really didn't know anything about the agency. No matter how famous Ye Qing had been, after disappearing for so long, even the older residents might have forgotten about her. Besides, judging by the people the daredevil had chosen, most weren't former employees of the city's Third Steelworks, but their children. Otherwise, their ages wouldn't have added up.
This time, he had truly come back empty-handed.
The streamer certainly had thick skin. Maybe this didn't even count as a livestream mishap in streaming circles.
He said breezily, "Ah, looks like we won't get a chance to see this mysterious agency for ourselves today. But don't worry. You all know my style! I've already rented a place here and am ready for the long haul! I'll keep putting out my other content, too. Follow my channel