"I've been sewing a needle... I didn't think it was before, but now I've found that your industry is too unsafe and I've been injured all day long," Xiang Xi looked at his hand and sighed hard, "Oh! The patient's family is excited that you are injured, and you are injured even if you fight in an emergency room..."

"It's all accidents," Cheng Boyan smiled, "go directly to the Cultural Palace?"

"Can you go like this?" Xiang Xi was a little worried.

"It's been a few days," Cheng Boyan glanced at him, "I'm not holding the big push."

The Cultural Palace was very lively on weekends. This was the first time Xiangxi came here. There was a snack street in the back door, and there were many people selling things.

The place for registration for the training class is in the innermost building, and there are many people, including those who come to see and those who come to class. There are children in the classrooms on the first floor, dancing, drawing, and those who recite English loudly.

"Why are they all children?" Xiang Xi Station looked at the window for a while.

"There are also upstairs, and there are also over there, and there are several buildings." Cheng Boyan pulled his arm and pointed to a large bulletin board next to him: "Look at this place first."

The registration advertisements were posted in the bulletin board, and there were a few small signs standing next to them.

There was too much content, and Xiang Xi felt that his eyes were full of words. After reading for a long time, he couldn't even understand one. He muttered: "I'm just recognizing the words for nothing."

"I'll read it to you?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"I'll see it myself," Xiang Xi walked to the bulletin board and stood down, "I can understand it by reading it one by one, but I just can't get busy."

He slowly leaned over and looked at it. The most were English, German, French, and various primary and junior high school courses. Then he saw some pastries, cooking, clothing design, computer drawing, makeup, and flower arrangements mentioned by Zhang Xin. Finally, he also saw photography.

"There are photography," he turned around and said to Cheng Boyan with some excitement, "Is it a photo taken?"

"This is wedding photography," Cheng Boyan held a large stack of leaflets in his hand. "It's a little different from what you usually take. Are you interested?"

"Where did you take it?" Xiang Xi looked at the things in his hand, "You've got enough money for just a while..."

"I gave it to me," Cheng Boyan smiled, "You can take a closer look when you go back."

"Why didn't anyone give it to me?" Xiang Xi was suddenly a little unhappy. Was he still looking at someone when he sent a flyer?

"Come to you, aren't you reading it carefully? I've taken it for you," Cheng Boyan patted the leaflet in his hand. "It's so active. I guess people think I'm saving up and selling waste paper."

"This photography..." Xiang Xi walked to him and happened to see the top one, wedding portrait photography, "Are you going to the studio after you finish learning?"

"Well, it's about the same." Cheng Boyan nodded.

Xiang Xi didn't say anything, and looked back and forth with the leaflet. There were many students' works on it. He looked at it for a while, and it was very different from the ones he liked to take.

"Do you want to know about it? It's on the third floor of the building behind it." Cheng Boyan asked him.

"Let me see if there is anything else," Xiang Xi felt that no matter what photography it was, it was a bit too profound for him. He felt that making money with this was not as direct as cooking or something, "I'll compare it."

"Okay." Cheng Boyan smiled and opened the leaflets one by one to him.

"Or why do you make your own decisions for me," Xiang Xi frowned, "I'm really..."

"You just say why do you want to enroll in this class? Is it to improve? Pass the time? Or learn a skill?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"It's such a skill, a skill that can make money," Xiang Xi bit his lip and said while thinking, "You said, I can't do anything now. Anyone can do the job in a supermarket. If it weren't for Song Yi, I would have been replaced by others at any time."

Cheng Boyan looked at him without saying anything, and after a while he patted his shoulder: "You really think a lot."

"I don't want to do it, I'm going to put my conditions here." Xiang Xi felt a little embarrassed.

"Then let's go and see if there is anything else," Cheng Boyan walked over to the classroom. "I'll think about it for you, don't worry about it."

"Yes." Xiang Xi followed.

The two of them walked around several buildings. Not all the training classes were here, some were just on the same table, and they recruited students to teach elsewhere.
Chapter completed!