As the viewers in the live stream debated and speculated fiercely, the Public Security Bureau immediately launched an investigation.
Their intuition told them this matter wouldn't be simple.
At the same time, many viewers who were glued to the live stream also took action. Especially those with money in their pockets.
Lin Ruoyi, the nation's sweetheart, sat up in bed, ready to plan her personal finances.
Her family had always been involved in charity, and she herself had done so in the name of her company.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt, was she not doing enough?
To be honest, she greatly admired this old gentleman.
Being someone who knew they wouldn't live much longer, she felt she couldn't achieve what the old man had.
Perhaps it was because she had experienced too little?
Or perhaps for some other reason.
Lin Ruoyi reflected.
Regardless, she decided to start paying attention to impoverished children who couldn't attend school from this moment on.
Although her lifespan was short due to her physical condition, she at least had the money to do what she wanted.
And those children needed an opportunity to see the world.
Meanwhile, in a European-style villa.
Jiang Xian sat cross-legged on the floor, a mobile phone and a few copper coins laid out before him.
He propped his chin with one hand and murmured,
"No wonder my eyelids have been twitching lately. So this is what was waiting for me."
Impoverished children in remote areas...
Should I have someone buy some books and clothes to send over?
That would be more practical.
With that thought, he picked up his phone and sent a message to his father's assistant.
The assistant on the other end received the message and immediately opened it, thinking it was something important.
At first, Jiang Xian's CEO father almost thought the assistant was joking when he learned his son was fortune-telling on the street.
But after confirmation, he nearly fainted from anger.
He thought his son was uneducated and was dabbling in useless things.
He even wanted to drag his son back from the street.
It wasn't until Jiang Xian, in exasperation, performed a divination for his father on the spot, predicting that the company's recent decision had issues.
The next day, what Jiang Xian had said came true.
Looking at his son, Father Jiang began to doubt his own life.
Was fortune-telling really real?
Did his own son know how to tell fortunes?
The second time Father Jiang went to find his son, he encountered a certain industry magnate.
At that moment, the magnate was standing by the roadside, speaking respectfully to someone sitting on a small stool.
Father Jiang leaned over and took a look. Wow! The person sitting on the small stool was none other than his son!
Father Jiang didn't understand fortune-telling, but he understood that his son was now amazing!
Incredible!
He was someone significant now!
Father Jiang chuckled, walked up to his son, and waited to go for a meal together later.
From then on, the assistant received instructions.
From now on, whatever Jiang Xian said or did, reply immediately, and expenses could be approved first and reported later.
His son didn't charge much for fortune-telling now, which was fine, as long as his father had money!
Thus, upon receiving Jiang Xian's message, the assistant contacted his network that very evening.
He began collecting books, clothes, daily necessities, and other items that children in remote mountainous areas could use.
Even though it was late at night, there was no sign of impatience.
Joke! This person was not just the young master of their superior's family, but also a master of metaphysics!
Many industry magnates couldn't even get a chance to interact with him!
In a vast library.
Ye Youshi, who was organizing documents, suddenly received a call.
On the other end, Tang Tianze exclaimed excitedly, "Ye Zi, Ye Zi, did you watch the live stream? A criminal actually confessed on the live stream!"
Ye Youshi flipped through the documents before him and said, "Oh."
"I watched the live stream today and realized how heartless I am. Do you think we should do some charity?"
Ever since his last escapade of dancing on a grave and being surrounded by ghosts, Tang Tianze had become much more restrained.
He considered himself to have reformed.
Now, seeing the old gentleman's situation, he was very eager to do some good deeds and accumulate merit.
Hearing this, Ye Youshi paused his actions, likely guessing Tang Tianze's thought process.
"If you want to, you can try one-on-one sponsorship. That might be more beneficial for you."
"Being able to witness the changes and growth of your sponsored individuals firsthand."
"For this guy, it should be more motivating."
"There's also one-on-one sponsorship?!"
Tang Tianze was surprised and intrigued, "Raising them? I think I can try that!"
Ye Youshi: "Alright, I'll look at the candidates with you tomorrow."
Ahhh!
A mournful cry came from the bedroom.
With one day left before school started, Zhang Zihang felt like he was going crazy.
He sat at his desk, piled high with unfinished homework.
Summer homework, practice papers, reading comprehension, copying...
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
He held two pens in one hand, frantically copying in his notebook.
Although he had gained some insight after watching the "Daily Healing in the Underworld" live stream and decided to study hard.
And do his homework diligently.
But!
He really couldn't finish it!
Why was there so much homework during summer vacation!
Why was the homework assigned based on scores!
What about everyone being equal!
Outside the door, Zhang Zihang's parents were anxiously watching.
They wished they could go in and help him write.
They had said everything they could, telling him to do it early, but he kept procrastinating!
They stopped at the bedroom door, afraid that if they went in now, they might not be able to resist hitting him.
Then Zhang Zihang would not only be unable to finish his homework but would also have to go to school injured.
Feeling the menacing gazes from behind him, Zhang Zihang wanted to cry.
But he was afraid that crying would affect his vision, making it difficult to see the homework grids, and then he would write a few less words.
When it was past midnight, as they had to work the next day, Zhang Zihang's parents had to go to rest.
Without the menacing gazes behind him, Zhang Zihang instantly felt much more relaxed.
But the piles of homework before him were still a huge pressure.
He regretted playing for so long.
Before the holiday, he had meticulously planned all this homework.
But in the end, he had accomplished nothing.
Around two or three in the morning, Zhang Zihang started to doze off.
Although he was playful, he rarely stayed up late.
His head bobbed, and his eyelids felt heavy.
He looked at the mountain of homework before him and tried pinching his thigh twice.
Thump.
His eyelids finally closed.
"Little rascal, hurry up and finish your homework, what are you sleeping for!"
The next second, Zhang Zihang's eyes snapped open, and he subconsciously looked left and right.
He touched his face, feeling as if he had been slapped in a dream.
Homework, homework, homework!
He looked at the pen still in his hand and quickly threw himself back into his homework.
Drip, drip.
Around three or four in the morning, sleepiness struck again.
Slap!
Slap, slap!
Zhang Zihang, woken up again, opened his eyes in a daze.
What's going on?
Was he urging himself to finish his homework in his dream?
Why was he either yelled awake or slapped awake every time he fell asleep?
Suddenly, he thought of something, and his whole body straightened up instantly.
His head was no longer sleepy, and his eyelids were no longer heavy.
He was completely clear-headed!
"Holy crap, could it be the streamer's doing?!"
He had also begged the streamer in the live stream to take the teacher away before.
So, did the streamer summon something to supervise him doing his homework?
Or did his thoughts attract the attention of some unseen ghosts?
But no matter which it was, it made his scalp tingle.
Zhang Zihang looked around the room and shivered.
Then, he nervously began to write his homework.
He was wrong o(╥﹏╥)o.
He shouldn't have spoken carelessly.
He would definitely do his homework properly from now on and never have any ulterior motives.