Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Crying Out One’s Grievances

After Mr. Zhao finished speaking, although the teachers did not understand, they cooperated and took action.

A few minutes later, the bus set off again.

Inside the bus, Mr. Zhao began to read from a paper.

"Today, everyone secretly observe the trainees’ practical abilities. We hope the teachers will help them improve in the areas they lack during future training."

"Later, we will disembark at the foreign exchange shop. Teachers can observe from the arranged positions without making any sounds. We ask for everyone’s cooperation."

Mr. Zhao’s words were simple and clear, and all the teachers responded that they understood.

The bus continued on its way and soon arrived at the foreign exchange shop.

After getting off, led by the foreign exchange staff, some teachers transformed into waiters, others into customers, and some hid in inconspicuous yet visible spots.

Once everything was ready, after waiting for about twenty minutes, there was a ding-dong sound, signaling someone’s arrival.

The first to walk in was a tall foreigner with brown hair.

As soon as he entered, he raised a hand and waved it in front of his nose, the frown between his eyebrows deepening.

"What smell... It’s really disgusting!"

"Is this your best shop? It doesn’t even compare to one of our small stores."

"Oh my god—why did I come here! I really regret it. What kind of place is this? What are you wearing? Can that even be called clothing?"

The brown-haired foreigner had walked less than three steps since he came in, yet he had criticized over a dozen things, his disdainful expression causing the teachers who understood to frown in unison.

"Mr. Ivan, I sincerely apologize, this is already my best attire."

The translator behind quickly apologized, further fueling Ivan’s ire.

Ivan scornfully remarked, "It’s really so shabby."

"Dirty and broken, can’t manage to stay a single day."

Ivan continued to complain, the translator behind quickly kept pace, slightly bowing his head, silently enduring.

Ivan snickered and walked towards the first counter, casually looking at the goods.

"Is this what you call good stuff? Really haven’t seen anything worthwhile."

"Even this trash is put on display?"

"Truly foolish."

...

Ivan critiqued each item, demeaning each as worthless, coupled with personal insults.

The teachers hidden in the foreign exchange shop gritted their teeth in anger, wishing they could rush out immediately.

"Are you even a translator? Can’t explain the items clearly, what a joke!"

"I think you’d be better off shining my shoes!"

Ivan suddenly raised his voice, making a teacher unable to bear it anymore.

He suddenly stepped out, stood opposite Ivan, and pointed to the vase Ivan was observing.

"Mr. Ivan, let me introduce this vase to you."

"This vase is from the Song Dynasty..."

The knowledgeable teacher explained the vase’s history and details thoroughly.

After listening, Ivan raised an eyebrow and said, "Isn’t it just a broken vase... Who needs to know so much?"

After Ivan spoke, the teacher opposite barely held back.

He had faced more difficult situations in his hometown without feeling as troubled as now.

In other words, it was squabbling with one’s own people before, now it was with a foreigner.

Two completely different feelings. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

After speaking, Ivan disdainfully stepped back, pointed at the teacher in front of him, and said, "Keep away from me, your smell is unbearable."

"Hey translator, do you even have anything good?"

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