Life Dungeon Game

He Ao and Hai Xi turned around at the same time and saw a gray-haired man who looked quite refined standing behind them.

He Ao narrowed his eyes slightly; he had seen this person's photo many times in the past two days.

This is Senator Ned, one of the two current senators in Waitland, whose term is about to expire and who is seeking re-election.

He has seen a lot of campaign ads for this Ned in the past two days.

However, he did not expect to meet the other person here.

“Mr. Ned”.

Hashi smiled and greeted Ned, extending her hand to shake his.

"Who is this?"

Ned grabbed Hayes's hand and looked at Heo beside Hayes.

"This is my brother, Jess,"

Hashi smiled, then subtly withdrew her hand from Ned's. "He came with me to the dinner party."

Distant cousins—this is the relationship that He Ao and Hai Xi established on the road.

"Jace"

He Ao reached out his hand.

"Hello, I am Ned."

Nidl, whose hand was suspended in mid-air, had no choice but to reach out and shake hands with Heo.

He glanced at He Ao and smiled, "Mr. Jess is clearly a handsome man. I never expected Miss Hai Xi to have a brother like you."

"We're not related and rarely have contact. We only recently got in touch."

He smiled and released Ned's hand. "Mr. Ned, as a senator, you still took time out of your busy schedule to attend a charity dinner. You truly care about the people."

“I think about how to make life better for the citizens of Wheatland every day,”

Ned smiled, then pointed to the banquet hall, "I have some tasks to complete during the banquet later, so I'll go in first."

"it is good."

He Ao and Hai Xi both smiled and nodded at the same time.

After he walked into the depths of the hall, He Ao and Hai Xi slowly walked towards the banquet hall.

"Is this charity gala related to that senator?"

He Ao looked at the crowd coming and going at the banquet, walked to a small table at the edge of the hall, sat down, picked up a piece of apple from the fruit plate, and casually asked.

"The chairman of the Huiermei Charitable Foundation is his son."

Hathy picked up a blueberry and put it in her mouth, glancing at the beautifully dressed young host at the edge of the stage. "The host of this dinner party is his mistress."

"It seems he's not very disciplined in his private life."

He Ao said calmly.

"Public morality is not necessarily better."

Hashi glanced again at Ned deep in the crowd.

“Every year he would invite us to donate money to the Huiermei Charitable Foundation in the name of the Huiermei Medical Foundation. He said it was to donate to the charitable foundation, but his son is the chairman of the charitable foundation and his daughter is a director of the charitable foundation. Only they know where the money donated to the charitable foundation goes.”

"It seems you don't have a good impression of the Whelmey Charitable Foundation."

He Ao said casually.

“When I was little, I received their relief food and stood in line for four hours in the rain,” Hashi said slowly. “They advertised that each of us would get a big bag of bread and a small piece of synthetic beef, but in reality, we only got a small piece of expired, sour black bread.”

She also picked up a piece of apple and took a bite. "Of course, I have seen people receive the food they advertised, but I haven't seen anyone receive the food since then."

Hai Xi seemed to realize she had said too much. She smiled, picked up the wine glass next to her, took a sip, and said, "These are all things of the past, and there's no point in talking about them now."

At this moment, several more people sat down. Judging from their attire, these people seemed to be prominent figures in Wetland, and they all knew Hashi.

Hai Xi composed herself, smiled, and chatted with them for a while before being pulled into the dance floor in the middle of the hall to start talking to the others one by one.

These kinds of dinners are usually a good place for middlemen like her to network and meet new clients.

He Ao, meanwhile, sat quietly in the corner, eating fruit.

This charity gala appears to be raising funds through an auction. The formal proceedings of the gala have not yet begun; it is still in the pre-gala networking phase.

However, at this time, some staff members were serving appetizers around the restaurant.

He Ao called over a waiter, ordered a small cake, glanced at the people clinking glasses in the middle of the hall, lowered his head, and slowly cut the cake with a fork.

Jess didn't like attending these noisy parties.

"Professor Jess!?"

Just then, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind him.

Later.

Chapter 541 Students and Biological Gene Experiments (Mega Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

He Ao turned his head and looked behind him.

A young woman with short, light brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a pure white lab coat, stood behind him, looking at him with surprise.

"Saran?"

He called out the name of the woman from the memory.

"Professor Jess, is it really you?"

The woman looked at He Ao as he turned around, walked over excitedly, circled him halfway, and said with disbelief, "When I went back to school before, they said you hadn't been back for several years after your wife passed away, and..."

At this point, she seemed to realize she had said the wrong thing and suddenly stopped.

"And you seem to have some mental health issues, right?"

He looked at Saran and smiled gently, gesturing for Saran to sit next to him.

Saran was one of Jess's former students, back when his wife Tini was still alive; those were the last happy times of his life.

“I’m sorry, Professor,”

Saran sat somewhat awkwardly beside Heo. Looking at Heo's gentle, smiling face, he felt inexplicably at peace.

Professor Jess was always so gentle yet powerful, bringing warmth like the sun.

It's hard to imagine that such a person would suffer such terrible blows one after another, and even eventually go insane.

“It’s nothing,” He Ao smiled. “I did have some mental health issues before, but I’ve basically got them under control now.”

Then he looked at Saran and asked softly, "I remember you were going to Qunxing Pharmaceuticals after you graduated, so why did you come to Huiermei?"

He hadn't expected to meet Saran here. Although Jess did have several students working at Whelmey, Saran wasn't among them.

Saran was one of the most talented students Jess had ever taught. Before even graduating, he landed a research position at Stars Pharmaceuticals with a starting salary of 15 to 20 federal dollars per year.

Even among graduates of Whitland University, such a position is highly coveted, given that the average salary for Whitland University graduates is 800 federal dollars per week, and even with bonuses, the annual salary is barely close to 5 federal dollars.

"As you know, my mother's health isn't very good. When I was in school, you were always supporting our family and buying insurance for my mother,"

Saran smiled shyly, "Later, Huiermei said they could cover both my mother's and my medical insurance, and the price they offered was higher than that of Qunxing Pharmaceuticals, so I stayed in Wetterland."

“I remember I had been having the foundation pay for your mother’s health insurance.”

He asked softly.

Jayce and his wife Tini donated their parents' inheritance and most of their savings to establish a private charitable foundation. This foundation not only supports some underprivileged children, but also some students from families that were not well-off and who were with Jayce.

Saran is one of them.

When Saran's mother was seriously ill, all the family's money was used to treat her, and he almost had to drop out of school because he couldn't afford the tuition.

Jess paid her tuition, covered part of her mother's medical expenses, and bought her mother health insurance to reduce her financial burden.

This will reduce the burden of follow-up treatment on their families.

After Jess's private charitable foundation was established, these expenses were transferred to the foundation.

However, due to his mental state, Jess has been researching gene-based drugs for many years and has not paid attention to the foundation, so he doesn't know how it is doing now.

Yes, yes,

Saran nodded quickly, "But I thought that once I was able to work normally again, your money could go to people who needed it more. However, I went back to the school and looked for you several times but couldn't find you. Later, I found the fund manager and asked him to stop that payment."

“Oh, right,” Saran suddenly realized something, and she activated her bracelet, “Our whole family is very grateful for your help. I’ve saved some money over the years, although it’s not enough to cover what you paid for our family back then, but…”

"Need not,"

He Ao smiled and waved his hand, "I'm not a bank that provides student loans. Your ability to live well and help others when you have the means is the greatest reward for me."

When Jess helped Saran back then, he never thought about repaying him.

For Jess, his and his wife's expenses were not high, and they had dedicated project funding for their experiments. Rather than keeping the extra money in the bank and letting the bank lend it to others to make a profit, he preferred to use it to help those in need while ensuring his own basic needs were met.

From a purely good or bad perspective, Jess is a pure, kind, and good person.

Although he wasn't a perfect saint who would sacrifice his own comforts to help others, he generously used his extra money to help those in need without expecting anything in return.

And his help has indeed changed the fate of many people.

For example, Saran, if she had dropped out of Whitland University back then, even if she had saved her mother, she would have lost the opportunity for promotion.

He should be working a job at some mobile breakfast cart or restaurant, earning less than 3 federal dollars an hour, living entirely on tips, and struggling to make ends meet due to his mother's ongoing medical expenses.

"Professor Jess..."

Saran looked into He'ao's eyes and finally slowly lowered his hand.

Even after many years, the professor before me is still the same as when we first met, like a warm sun guiding his students on their path.

"By the way, what brings you to this dinner party?"

He Ao watched her movements and smiled, changing the subject.

"I'm here to give a presentation,"