Originally, Wang Bo thought Gui Zizi would have to wait a few days before she could hold this event. Who knew that he was woken up by Hua Jinger on his cell phone at less than 7 o'clock the next morning. Hua Jinger told him on the phone that today is the day when the city's edge experience event was officially launched, and now everyone gathered in Jiangbei Central Plaza.

When he stopped a taxi and arrived at the central square, he found that more than a hundred people gathered together. Gui Zizi was standing at the front of the crowd, talking nonstop, and her face was no longer as frustrated as yesterday, and she looked so full of energy.

When Wang Bo got off the car, he realized that the people who came were indeed all acquaintances. Almost all the members of his basketball school team arrived. Lu Yan also arrived with red hair. Liu Sizhe was holding a camouflage guitar and was trembling by the morning breeze. Beside him was his girlfriend Chen Meimei, the most beautiful girl in the Galaxy private. The little girl was wearing a sportswear today and holding a handful of roses in her hand. What surprised Wang Bo was that Aisin Gioro Qiyuan, Jiang Yanran, and Chen Feng were also in the crowd. The three of them stood together, listening to Gui Zizi's speech. Chu Feng, the captain of the football team, wore a camouflage uniform today and was nodding. Huang Yiming, the president of the Art Association of Van Gogh, was still wearing oil-colored clothes, carrying a huge drawing board, standing at the end of the crowd.

Seeing Wang Bo coming over, Gui Zizi said, "It's great, you're the one behind."

Wang Bo spread his hands and said, "Didn't we agree that I'm only responsible for giving advice and not participating?"

Gui Zizi blinked her eyes, looking innocent: "Have I promised you? Jing'er, did I promise him yesterday?"

Hua Jing'er dragged a suitcase and said with a smile: "No, Wang Bo took the initiative to say that he would come to participate in this event today!"

Wang Bo looked at him with more than a hundred people and shrugged: "Okay, just participate, what will I experience today?"

Gui Zizi flipped through a document in her hand, raised her head and said to Wang Bo, "I made the plan yesterday. Today, the project you experience is singing."

As soon as Gui Zizi finished speaking, Liu Sizhe in the crowd held up his guitar and shouted at Wang Bo:

"Hey! Wang Bo, it's not bad. I'm just singing too. We can sing together today!"

Wang Bo looked at Liu Sizhe like an idiot: "You are idiot, singing! It's not a concert! Damn, I stand with you and sing, how can I make money? You take the initiative to go to the train station to sing. The central square is my territory!"

Gui Zizi seemed to have put a lot of thought into this event and started talking about details, such as how to deal with various emergencies.

After Gui Zizi finally finished speaking, she signaled that the activity could be disbanded but the phone had to be turned on, and more than 100 people immediately dispersed into several small groups!

Wang Bo saw that Platinum Dragon, who was the richest man on his basketball front, was holding a large box and couldn't help asking:

"Platinum Dragon, your luggage is so cool, are you planning to attend the Paris exhibition?"

Platinum Dragon lifted the box and said, "Damn it, that girl Gui Zizi arranged it for me, polish her leather shoes!"

Wang Bo nodded: "This arrangement is so correct. You probably don't know that leather shoes need to be polished with oil when you grow up so old! Zhang Kuang, where are you!"

Zhang Kuang pointed to a tricycle in the distance: "My brother and I have today's experience as a water delivery worker..."

Wang Bo raised his thumb and said, "Gui Zizi is considered to be a righteous dear! Where is Yi and Jin Nanzhe that bastard?"

Pan Lei said: "They are even more miserable. They roast sweet potatoes. Now they go to buy sweet potatoes! Tang Haoran sells balloons! He also goes to wholesale balloons!"

As he was talking, Chu Feng pushed a tricycle over and Wang Bo asked, "Damn, what are you doing?"

Chu Feng kicked the tire of the tricycle: "Damn it! I am a rickshaw driver today! The broken tricycle I experienced is not electric! It depends entirely on foot!"

"Gui Zizi is so talented!" Wang Bo couldn't help but look back at Gui Zizi, who was recording something, and said, "This is to let you experience life and not forget to exercise!"

"Chen Feng! Why didn't your boss come?" Wang Bo saw Chen Feng looking at him and raised his hand and shouted at him.

Chen Feng looked at Wang Bo with complicated eyes, and then said in silence for a while: "My boss's experience of life today is to form a street performer with He Tie... and He Tie went to the martial arts school to borrow props..."

"Where are you, Master Beile? Are you experiencing the emperor today? Why are you wearing a long gown?" Wang Bo asked, pointing to Aisin Gioro Qiyuan's moon-white robe.

Aisin Gioro Qiyuan stood in front of the wind with his hands behind his back, and he really looked like the young master of the turbid world in ancient times. He shook his head and said, "Today I experience street craftsmen, calligraphy and paintings! My wife and I are with me, husband and wife!"

"I'm leaving, Liu Sizhe!" Chen Meimei greeted Liu Sizhe with a rose. Liu Sizhe nodded, and Chen Meimei walked out of the square with a few girls holding flowers like her.

"Your wife sells flowers?" Wang Bo asked.

"Yes." Liu Sizhe agreed while debugging the guitar.

"Don't worry, let her go out by herself with such a beautiful wife? Maybe she will be teased again?" Wang Bo has seen Liu Sizhe's spoiling Chen Meimei, so he definitely treats Chen Meimei like an old Buddha.

"It's okay, they went to the food stall in Galaxy private store to sell flowers. I asked the members of the club to follow me quietly. Call me if you have anything to do!" After Liu Sizhe debugged the guitar, he carried it on his back, nodded to Wang Bo with several members, and left.

Huang Yiming directly put the painting board in the square and put on a silence artist's look in painting for others.

Not far away, Beile Ye Aisin Gioro Qiyuan and Jiang Yanran set up a large painting table, spread it with rice paper, Jiang Yanran grinds it next to it, while Beile Ye was standing in the middle of the painting table, holding a volume of Nalan Xingde's poems in his hand, and kept chanting.

"Damn! It's so cool to do art. The end of Mao's sports is so bad. He either polishes leather shoes or sells sweet potatoes, or rides tricycles..." Wang Bo looked at the enthusiastic children's shoes around him and said to himself.

"Wang Bo! Help!" Hua Jing'er shouted.

Wang Bo turned around and saw Hua Jing'er half-kneeling on the ground, spreading a tablecloth, and pouring all the toys and accessories stuffed in the suitcase onto the tablecloth.

Wang Bo walked over and helped Hua Jinger press the tablecloth with a few plush toys, picked up an almost brand new hairpin and asked:

"How much does this cost?"

Hua Jing'er glanced at it and said, "I made it myself, and I don't know how much it costs."

As he was talking, Gui Zizi came over and said to Wang Bo: "Don't stand here, it will affect Jing'er's business. Go find a place to sing!"

"..." Wang Bo turned around, picked up the acoustic guitar brought by Gui Zizi, walked to a corner of the square, leaning against the cylinder and plucking the strings:

"I have been learning to calculate arithmetic for ten years, and the result is! Let me feed the pigs!"
Chapter completed!