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.

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?"

The humble translator finally stepped forward again, striving to remain calm, saying, "Mr. Ivan, may I ask which type of product you might be interested in?"

Ivan replied with extreme arrogance, "Who knows! So far, not a single thing from Hua Xia has satisfied me."

"Really so poor!"

Ivan began again, criticizing everything from the airplane he sat on to the bus picking him up, then to the hotel and food, in general, clothing, food, accommodation, and travel were all scorned repeatedly.

From afar, Jiang Cheng watched while comforting the teachers, suppressing their outrage.

"Don’t act impulsively, please don’t."

"We need foreign exchange, we must entertain all kinds of guests."

"You wouldn’t understand....."

Jiang Cheng lowered her head, pretending to wipe nonexistent tears.

Several teachers simultaneously looked towards her, anxiously asking, "Then tell us!"

"What don’t we know?"

Jiang Cheng sniffled and lifted her head, determinedly holding back tears.

"You teachers don’t know how tough last year’s trade fair was.... Don’t be fooled by the increased trade volume, the difficulties faced were worse than this, what we are facing now is nothing."

"You don’t know, I was forced to drink several kilos of white liquor by Japanese people, just for them to place an order for ten bottles."

"Many foreigners from different countries see us as easy to bully, they team up to lower prices, not giving us any chance to negotiate!"

"And some foreigners... their language is so frivolous, all we can do is endure."

"But what can we do, we are seeking their help, we are weak and hence have no say."

Jiang Cheng began lamenting.

The central thought: Difficulty!

Lacking talent, lacking teachers, lacking textbooks, ultimately lacking everything, in terms of education, it was indeed in disrepair.

The teachers listening all began to cry.

While shedding tears, they began to reflect, reflect on their behavior over the past two days.

They were ashamed!

How could they think of retreating when the country needed them so much?

Just because of a little fear, would that mean disregarding the country?

What would they become then!

Jiang Cheng occasionally glanced, feeling that this lively outdoor motivational lecture had achieved its initial purpose.

The teachers here had real skills, they were just a bit hesitant, but when it came to patriotism, they were no less than anyone else.

Jiang Cheng felt she only needed to do two things: first, make the teachers feel they are needed, and second, ignite the core motivation within the teachers.

Once ignited, the teachers are invincible!

After the lamenting was almost done, Jiang Cheng knew Ivan was still continuing to trouble the translator.

She wiped away her tears, gestured to a few teachers, and whispered something; the teachers nodded repeatedly, blinking in agreement, their eyes brightening. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Ten minutes later, there was a ding-dong sound again, and the door of the foreign exchange shop was pushed open.

The waiter stepped forward to serve, a lady in a shawl came in, holding a hand fan, dressed in a retro qipao, arm linked with a middle-aged man in a suit.

The first action of the lady upon entering was to fan herself a few times, then spoke fluent English.

"Is this place really the best shop?"

"Just looking around casually, it can’t be better than what we have collected."

The man also spoke in fluent English.

Their appearance immediately caught Ivan’s attention, believing everyone shared the same sentiment, and swiftly approached the two.

The temporary translator behind them, Jiang Cheng, smiled lightly with her head down.

Teacher Qi and Teacher Cao, having traveled abroad, played their roles effortlessly.