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The aftermath of that 20th anniversary celebration gala continues to stir up a storm online.

The video of the incident went viral online and was edited into clips by hundreds of music bloggers across the internet overnight.

Headlines in bold and black have dominated the top spots on major social media platforms.

[Kede College's anniversary celebration turned into a rock concert for tens of thousands!]

Wang Ye's new song "Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart" received rave reviews at the live performance; the line "Run forward" shattered the dignity of so many!

[Rather than languishing in mediocrity, let's burn brightly! The spiritual nuclear weapon of contemporary college students!]

In just three days.

Wang Ye's short video account, which already had over ten million followers, saw its fan base skyrocket.

The notifications for following me kept ringing from morning till night, resulting in a surge of over two million followers.

The total number of fans has officially exceeded 15 million!

These are genuine, live fans, without a trace of hype.

Manor No. 19 in Shunyi Central Villa District.

On the third-floor balcony, Wang Ye lay shirtless on a leather chaise lounge, half an ice pop dangling from his lips.

His strong, well-defined muscles gleamed in the sunlight, with eight neatly arranged abdominal muscles.

He scrolled through the background of his phone, staring at the frighteningly long string of numbers.

"Fifteen million followers!"

"These netizens urge me to post selfies every day, or they urge me to show off my abs."

"This is outrageous! I'm not the top male model at a male modeling salon."

Wang Ye took the last bite of his popsicle and casually tossed the stick into the trash can.

He sat on the edge of the soft couch, stroking his chin with one hand and talking to himself.

"With such a huge fan base, we have to use it for something serious."

"Otherwise, it would be a waste of data to have someone online as a mascot every day."

After thinking for a long time, Wang Ye still couldn't come up with any brilliant ideas.

Accepting orders?

He had over a billion yuan in liquid funds in his account, and he didn't even bother with those small amounts of money worth a few million.

Selling high-speed blenders or fake lamb rolls via livestreaming?

That would further diminish Chairman Wang's prestige.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone, which was lying on the coffee table, vibrated twice in a row.

Hey.

A WeChat chat window with Wen Xiaoya popped up on the screen.

Wen Xiaoya sent a carefully crafted message, followed by a fluffy hamster clasped hands emoji:

[Wang Ye, sorry to bother you! This weekend, the Youth Volunteer Association organized a rural charity event, going to the Xiyanghong Nursing Home in Pinggu Town on the outskirts of Beijing to help with cleaning and deliver gifts to the elderly living alone.]

The secretariat would like to ask if you... are free to attend? If you're too busy with work, it's perfectly fine if you can't come!

The words reveal the awkwardness unique to a socially anxious, soft-spoken girl.

Wang Ye held his phone, raising an eyebrow.

Nursing home?

The system mission he had triggered earlier instantly flashed into his mind—[The Philanthropic Journey of a Tycoon—Good Deeds Across Mountains and Seas].

This long-term side quest requires you to personally complete ten charitable actions with real social benefits, and the quest is currently stuck at 4/10.

"When you're sleepy, someone brings you a pillow; I know the answer to this question."

Wang Ye's fingers flew across the screen:

[Go, you must go.]

[Our school board members are always very concerned about the physical and mental health of the elderly. They will meet at the school gate at 8:00 AM on Saturdays to pick you up on time.]

The message was sent almost instantly, and Wen Xiaoya replied almost immediately:

Great! I'll put your name down then. See you on Saturday!

……

On Saturday morning, the north wind blew the fallen leaves all over the ground.

Outside the main gate of the Capital Normal University Kede College.

A green bus was parked by the roadside, with a red banner on its windshield that read "Youth Volunteer Association Goes to the Countryside for Service".

Seven or eight freshmen and sophomores were hunching over as they carried boxes of peanut oil and rice into the bus's luggage compartment.

Chairman Zhao Feng, wearing a windbreaker, stood in front of the car door, holding a list and counting the number of people. His forehead was covered in a layer of white sweat.

Ever since Wang Ye threw a million dollars at his face during the recruitment interview, Chairman Zhao, who usually had a very imposing official attitude, has completely restrained his temper and is now very polite to everyone, for fear that he might run into the incognito Chairman Wang again on the street.

Wen Xiaoya was standing next to the bus.

The girl wore a loose, off-white blouse with light gray fleece-lined sweatpants underneath.

She replaced her thick, black-rimmed glasses with thin, lightweight contact lenses and styled her hair in a neat bun.

Although the clothes were very puffy, the neckline zipper was pulled down quite low, revealing the striking silhouette of the tight pink undershirt underneath.

Wen Xiaoya would occasionally glance down at her watch, her small hands tucked into her pockets as she stamped her feet.

Sudden.

A muffled engine sound rang out from the street corner.

A Pagani Huayra slowly glided across the zebra crossing and came to a smooth stop directly behind the bus.

The driver's side door was pushed open.

Wang Ye, dressed in a neat black work jacket, a gray hooded sweatshirt underneath, black work pants, and Doc Martens boots, jumped out of the car.

Standing at over 1.8 meters tall, his model-like face instantly attracted everyone's attention as he stood by the roadside.

"Chairman Wang is here!"

Zhao Feng almost dropped his pen. He jogged over to meet him, his face beaming with an eager smile.

"Wang Ye, it's so cold, it must be too much for you to suffer by taking the bus. Why don't you just drive your luxury car and join the group?"

Wang Ye casually closed the car door and the lock button beeped.

"Why ride in a luxury car? Since we're going to the countryside for labor, it'll be more fun if everyone rides in one car."

"President Zhao, is all the luggage loaded? Once it's loaded, let's get going quickly so the elderly can have lunch."

Zhao Feng nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"All loaded! Everyone, get on the bus!"

Wen Xiaoya walked quickly to Wang Ye, her cheeks flushed a faint pink from the cold wind.

She handed me a thermos in a very soft voice.

"Wang Ye, the car's heating might not be enough. This is some red date, goji berry, and ginger tea that I made this morning. Have a couple of sips to warm yourself up."

Wang Ye took the thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a big gulp.

The sweet, piping hot tea flowed down my throat and into my stomach, dispelling the morning chill.

He reached out and ruffled the bun on Wen Xiaoya's head.

"Secretary-General Wen is very thoughtful; his service is excellent."

Wen Xiaoya's ears turned bright red instantly when he ruffled her hair in public, and she quickly tucked her head into the high collar of her down jacket.

"Hurry...get in the car, it's windy outside."

Everyone boarded the bus.

Wang Ye and Wen Xiaoya sat side by side in the second-to-last row.

The car bumped and jolted as it drove onto the Jingping Expressway, heading towards Pinggu.

Wen Xiaoya, who was sitting next to him, was feeling sleepy. Her head swayed with the movement of the bus and eventually leaned against Wang Ye's shoulder.

The light scent of lemon shampoo wafted into my nostrils.

Wang Ye glanced at it from the side.

The girl's long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids; she was fast asleep.

The down jacket was open, and the pink tight-fitting base layer rose and fell with her breath, its heavy weight pressing down on the sides of her arms.

Wang Ye adjusted his posture and reached out to cover her shoulders with his coat, which had slipped off.

……

An hour and a half later, the bus turned off the asphalt road and onto a bumpy cement country road.

Finally, we stopped in front of a gate with an iron sign that read "Pinggu Town Sunset Red Nursing Home".

The courtyard wall was built with red bricks, and most of the plaster had peeled off, revealing the dark cement cracks inside.

The courtyard was paved with uneven blue bricks, and withered, yellow weeds sprouted from the cracks between the bricks.

The roofs of the bungalows were covered with old asbestos tiles, and the paint on the window frames had peeled off completely.

A dozen or so elderly people, dressed in thick cotton-padded coats, sat under the sheltered eaves, basking in the sun, their eyes clouded as they looked at the group of college students who had suddenly arrived.

After getting out of the car, Wang Ye looked around.

The conditions were far worse than he had imagined.

The radiators in the corridor were only slightly warm to the touch.

The head of the nursing home was an elderly woman in her sixties, wearing a dark blue cotton coat, and her eyes were red when she came out to greet us.

"Oh, thank you so much, you kind city kids!"

"Conditions in the compound are tough. The boiler for heating is old and worn out. Coal is expensive in winter, so it can only be used for two hours a day."

"The elderly suffer a lot because of their mobility issues..."

The elderly woman wiped away her tears as she led the volunteers into the house.

Zhao Feng directed several boys to move flour and rice.

Wen Xiaoya rolled up her sleeves, tied on a blue apron, took a rag from the bucket, and prepared to wipe the years-old grease on the windowsill.

The water in the depths of winter is icy cold.

As soon as Wen Xiaoya put her hand into the basin of water, she gasped from the cold and shrank back.

Wang Ye strode forward and reached out to pull her up.

"Alright, don't touch cold water. You'll only suffer if you get chilblains on your hands."

Wen Xiaoya bit her lip and spoke softly.

"It's alright, Wang Ye. Everyone's working hard, and as the secretary-general, I can't slack off..."

Wang Ye ignored her rambling.

He turned around and walked up to Aunt Zhang, the head of the nursing home, who was counting rice.

"Auntie, how many elderly people live in our compound right now?"

Aunt Zhang paused for a moment, wiped her hands, and replied.

"There are 36 in total, all of them are elderly people living alone or without children from several nearby villages who are receiving the five guarantees."

"We usually rely on a small subsidy from the town's civil affairs department, plus the help from kind-hearted people in the community."

"The boiler leaked last month, and the repairs cost several thousand dollars. I've scraped together the money from all sides, but I still haven't managed to raise it all. I'm really worried about how I'll get through the next two weeks of heavy snow..."

Wang Ye nodded.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He pulled a checkbook from the inside pocket of his jacket, unscrewed the pen he carried with him, and scribbled down a string of numbers.

Then, he tore off the check and slapped it directly into Aunt Zhang's rough hands.

"Auntie, please take this money."

Aunt Zhang looked down at the thin piece of paper.

The large capital numbers above clearly read: One million yuan!

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands... a full six zeros!

Aunt Zhang froze on the spot, her hands trembling violently, her eyes wide open.

"How much...how much is this?!"

"One million?!"

Aunt Zhang was so frightened that her voice completely changed, and her hand trembled so much that she almost dropped the check on the ground.

"Young man! You can't joke like that! A million?! This old woman has never seen so much money in her life!"

The commotion in the courtyard instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Zhao Feng, who was carrying a bag of flour, slipped and the flour bag fell to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of white dust.

Wen Xiaoya held the rag, staring blankly at Wang Ye's tall back, her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

Wang Ye remained calm and put the pen back into his pocket with one hand.

"Auntie, this is not a joke. This is a check. You can cash it at any Pinggu Rural Commercial Bank or Industrial and Commercial Bank branch anytime."

"One million, earmarked for specific purposes."

"Smash that broken boiler and replace it with a complete air source heat pump floor heating system, and install a private bathroom and non-slip handrails in each room."

"The roof has been re-insulated and waterproofed, and the elderly's food standards have been raised, ensuring that every meal includes fresh meat and hot soup."

"I will have my legal team conduct a regulatory audit later. Call me again if you need more money."

Looking at Wang Ye's calm and resolute face, Aunt Zhang was about to kneel down with a thud.

Tears welled up like a burst dam.

"My great benefactor! A Bodhisattva reincarnated! My thirty-six old lives are saved!!"

Wang Ye reacted quickly, grabbing the old woman's arm and pulling her up.

"Auntie, there's no need for all that."

"Respecting the elderly and caring for the young are traditional virtues."

At that moment, a system notification sounded clearly from deep within my mind.

【Ding! 】

[Host detected to have completed genuine charitable aid: a targeted donation of one million yuan to the Sunset Red Nursing Home to improve its living conditions!]

[The Tycoon's Philanthropic Journey - Mountain and Sea Charity Mission Progress Update: 5/10!]

[Congratulations, host, on receiving the interim reward: 2000 points in the Godly Rich Shop!]

The task is halfway complete, and I've also gotten two thousand points and a blind box for free.

Wang Ye was in a good mood.

Standing beside her, Wen Xiaoya wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. Her gaze towards Wang Ye was filled with adoration and dependence that almost materialized.

This man was usually carefree and even a bit cynical at school.

But when real problems arise, the sense of responsibility and courage they display are so overwhelming that it makes your heart race.

When the elderly people in the courtyard heard about the donation, they all came out leaning on their canes, holding Wang Ye's hand and refusing to let go, constantly murmuring auspicious words.

After Zhao Feng and the volunteers finished cleaning up the fallen leaves and rooms, the atmosphere in the courtyard became exceptionally harmonious.

I was busy until after 2 p.m.

The event has now concluded.

The volunteers packed up their tools and put them back on the bus, then waved goodbye to the elderly with reluctance.

Wang Ye told Wen Xiaoya that he wanted to look around some more, and that they should go back first.

Wen Xiaoya said she would accompany Wang Ye.

Wang Ye led Wen Xiaoya out of the nursing home.

The two arrived in town and began to stroll around.

Ahead, a noisy argument and sighs drifted on the cold wind from the entrance of the farmers' market across the street.

A dozen or so farm tricycles were neatly lined up along the street, piled high with bright red fruit.

Wang Ye stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

……

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