She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu didn't expect that someone would give him such a reminder.

Does this mean that the above intention is not to destroy the small Western-style building?

She smiled gratefully at the person in charge: "Okay, thank you, I will definitely let the crew pay attention to it. We have an agreement in advance, so there shouldn't be any major accidents."

The person in charge also breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Miss Yan, take care. I hope you can come over as soon as possible to sign the demolition agreement."

Manshu left the office and went to the small Western-style building.

It's the crew's filming time now, and protective measures have been taken around, so you can't get in.

There are special staff guarding outside. Even if the residents here want to find out what's going on, they can only peek outside.

Just as Manshu was about to go over and reveal his identity, he was stopped by an old lady.

"Sister, do you want to be an extra too? You are so pretty, they will definitely accept you. Can you take me with you? I heard that being an extra can earn you dozens of dollars a day, and it also includes a box lunch."

The aunt was eager to try, she had heard about this matter a long time ago, but she came too late because the first batch of extras had already been selected.

This is an opportunity to be on TV, and I don’t want to miss it.

Manshu looked at the other person's expectant face and felt a little amused.

"Auntie, I'm not an extra. I just have a classmate who is an extra. I'm going to give him something."

Manshu subconsciously concealed the fact that he was the owner of the small western-style building.

Otherwise, she was really worried that this aunt would insist on following her in.

Sure enough, even though Manshu said that she was not here to be an extra, when the aunt learned that she had friends in the group, she was still eager to try.

"Then your friend is lucky. Why didn't he take you with him?"

"I still have to go to school, I'm quite busy and don't have time. Besides, not everyone likes to be an actor," Manshu explained with a smile.

The auntie was a bit relentless: "Are you stupid? You don't even know how to make money. I think today's children are really spoiled by their parents!"

This auntie has a loud voice, and her speaking attracts all the onlookers.

Most of them were elderly people living nearby, and they didn't care about anything and just followed suit.

"That's right. Young people nowadays don't know what it means to endure hardship and hardship, unlike us back then. Back then..."

"That's right. The son of Da Zhuang on the third floor also plays games in his room every day. He didn't get into college after graduating from high school. He refused to go to work when we asked him to. Isn't he just a parasite?"

"Your generation is really lazy and ignorant. You even ask your parents for money just to sweep the floor at home. Your parents really owe you money..."

Perhaps this topic touched the nerves of the elderly, and everyone started to criticize Manshu.

I'm not just criticizing her, I'm just criticizing her as a group of people.

Manshu was listening in a good-tempered manner at first, but later his face became increasingly gloomy.

"Auntie, uncle, auntie, what you are talking about are individual cases, right? Our generation is studying for the rise of our country. Even after graduation, we are working and living actively. Just because you can't teach your own children well, do you think all children are the same as yours?"

Manshu's words were not polite at all, and several uncles and aunts blushed.

They were just talking nonsense, thinking that their children were good. How could they allow a little girl to say that?

Nowadays, most families have only one child. Who wouldn’t treasure him/her?