Chapter 116: Aid in Emergencies, Not in Poverty

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[Ping! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully checked in for today and received a Bad Luck Entanglement Card (Lone Star of Calamity Edition).]

[Bad Luck Entanglement Card (Lone Star of Calamity Edition): For twenty minutes after the Host uses this card, he will be plagued by misfortune. If there are other people within ten meters, the misfortune will transfer to them, and its effects will be doubled.]

Jiang Yun: ??????

Staring at the newly acquired Bad Luck Entanglement Card (Lone Star of Calamity Edition), Jiang Yun felt as though the question marks in his mind were about to overflow.

What?

What the hell was this supposed to be?

Was this really a reward?

Who on earth would want a reward that turned them into a lone star of calamity?

What use was he supposed to have for this thing? Torturing other people?

For some reason, Jiang Yun felt that the system was teasing him with this reward.

Just as Jiang Yun stood there in a daze, the viewers in his livestream also noticed that something was wrong.

“Uh-oh, this guy’s spacing out again. Hurry up and slap him across the mouth!”

“Is this the sign that he’s about to end the stream?”

“I suspect Boss Jiang has a system too, just like Boss Lei. They both love suddenly spacing out.”

“I remember Lei Jun always did major things after zoning out.”

“Brother Yun always ends the stream after spacing out. What, did the alarm clock in his head go off?”

“........”

Amid the teasing barrage of comments, Jiang Yun gave a sly grin. “Looks like some brothers have already figured it out. My alarm clock went off, so... see you tomorrow!”

Before the viewers could react, Jiang Yun directly shut down the livestream and ended the match.

“Phew! Another delightful day of streaming has come to an end!”

Jiang Yun muttered to himself.

Recently, the rewards given by the system had been getting stranger and stranger, so he often spent a while staring blankly after hearing what he had received.

As a result, quite a few viewers in his livestream had guessed the truth.

But Jiang Yun did not care.

So what if he had a system? Who would believe him if he told them?

Even Lei Jun often spaced out and lost focus during meetings.

People still joked that he had a system called Xiao Ai, didn’t they?

But did anyone really believe it?

It was nothing more than a joke.

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The comments in Jiang Yun’s livestream meant much the same thing.

After all, system stories were everywhere nowadays, and whenever people encountered something bizarre, they liked to joke that the other person had a system.

No one actually took it seriously—just as no one knew that a genuine system user named Jiang Yun was mixed in among them.

..........

After ending the livestream, Jiang Yun tidied up briefly before driving out.

Before long, his McLaren came to a stop near the orphanage.

He had come today to discuss something with the director.

“Have you really thought this through?”

The elderly director looked at Jiang Yun with a complicated expression.

Jiang Yun smiled and nodded. “I have. I could never spend all that money by myself, so I might as well let everyone use it together.”

“Ah...” Hearing this, the old director let out a long sigh. “I’ve been at this orphanage for nearly fifty years. I don’t know how many children I’ve raised, but most of them were just like you when you were young—not interested in reading or studying. As soon as they got a little older, they ran off to make their way in society. Even if you build a school, it may not help them all that much.”

Jiang Yun spread his hands. “We were mischievous as children and only wanted to play. You couldn’t possibly keep all of us in line by yourself. Since no one forced us to study, naturally we didn’t want to learn. With a proper school and proper teachers, it should help them to some extent and give them a better chance of getting by in society later on. Besides, whether they study or not is up to them. Just building a relatively fair platform for them to learn on will already make me feel much better.”

A trace of emotion showed on Jiang Yun’s face as well.

Only someone like him, who had spent several years struggling at the bottom of society as an overworked wage slave, knew that reading more really was useful.

For one thing, if he had studied a little harder as a child, he would have known that contracts could not be signed carelessly. He would not have been cheated by the bloodsucking guild on Douyu for an entire year.

Although the misfortune had eventually brought him unexpected benefits, Jiang Yun was not grateful for hardship.

Hardship was hardship. Its only purpose was to torment people; it could never truly bring anyone any benefit.

It was like eating normally: if one had the choice, who the hell would willingly chew tree bark?

He could chew it, but that did not mean he liked chewing it or that he loved doing so.

Having stumbled into those traps himself, Jiang Yun hoped that children from backgrounds like his would not have to step into the same ones.

As for whether they would follow Jiang Yun’s wishes, that was their choice. At the very least, he had already helped them.

“By the way, I remember there were more than a dozen of you close friends who left together back then. Are you still in contact with them?”

The old director asked Jiang Yun.

At those words, Jiang Yun’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Not much. They all went elsewhere later, while I was the only one who stayed in Chengdu. As time passed, we gradually lost touch. The last time we contacted each other was after they learned I had money—they came to borrow some.”

There was helplessness in Jiang Yun’s voice.

Once, they had all thought they would be friends for life. But after entering society and struggling to make a living, they discovered that life was not so simple.

Especially when none of them had any family connections, educational qualifications, or useful skills.

Jiang Yun had managed to become a streamer thanks to a little talent for games. Those people, meanwhile, could only scrape by at the bottom of society.

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Some had entered electronics factories to tighten screws and settled into ordinary lives. Others, unable to see any hope of getting rich, had given up on themselves and piled up a mountain of debt.

Scattered across the country, with nothing left to talk about, they naturally contacted one another less and less.

The most recent contact had come after Jiang Yun became famous and they learned about his circumstances.

Some chose to reach out to him, trying to preserve their friendship while finding a way out for themselves.

But Jiang Yun was only a streamer—and an independent one at that. There was not much he could do for them. At most, he could provide some material assistance.

More of them simply came to borrow money.

Remembering their past relationship, Jiang Yun had lent money to nearly everyone who asked.

From the time he became famous until now, he had lent out several hundred thousand yuan in total.

He had never expected them to repay him. If they did, then he would continue helping them if they ever needed it. If they did not, then so be it.

He could not rescue other people from poverty, but given their past friendship, he could still help them through an emergency.

“It can’t be helped. They’re all unfortunate people. Help them where you can, but don’t let it affect your own life. It wasn’t easy for you to get this far, either,” the old director said with a sigh.

He had lived for decades and saw many things more clearly than Jiang Yun. Jiang Yun had merely hinted at the situation, yet he had already guessed most of it.

“Yes, I know. Let’s consider it a final chapter to our old relationship. After all, we were friends once.”

Jiang Yun nodded.

The only time he had ever mentioned the orphanage in his livestream was when he bought winter and summer holiday workbooks. That did not mean he was unconcerned about the orphanage.

When he had first obtained his initial million, he had bought a large amount of supplies and brought them back. Later, after he had made more money, he had constantly wondered how he could better help these children. That was also why he had come to see the director this time.

He wanted to build a school for the children, so that they could enjoy educational resources no worse than those available to other children and have a slightly smoother path through life.

As for those who had already left the orphanage, Jiang Yun had offered them some modest assistance as well.

He was not a saint; he could not take care of everything.

He was doing all this simply because he wanted the benefits granted by the system to help more people.

After all, he himself had only been able to grow up healthy because of the orphanage’s help.

At that moment, Jiang Yun caught sight of several men and women not far away, all holding up their phones.

They seemed to be taking selfies. Each of them held a phone on a selfie stick, their backs turned toward Jiang Yun.

The old director frowned slightly. “Those people are back again.”

Jiang Yun looked at him in confusion.

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