Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Qiu Yingying walked slowly along the sidewalk. A gentle breeze blew by, and she raised her hand to tidy her wind-blown hair, a faint yet firm smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

This is what Qiu Yingying would do: ordinary, unremarkable, yet with a clear conscience and upright character. She doesn't need anyone to know, doesn't need any praise, and doesn't need any cameras pointed at her. All she ever wanted was one sentence: that her existence in this world was worthwhile.

She has the ability, she's willing, and that's enough.

Inside the tea room, after Qiu Yingying's figure completely disappeared outside the door, Shen Su remained seated in his original position, not getting up for a long time.

He slowly reached out and gently lifted the two velvet boxes.

There were no dazzling lights, no grand ceremonies, only the faint natural light of the afternoon, quietly falling on the cultural relics.

Those were patterns spanning millennia, colors etched by history, the most vibrant and silent witness to Chinese civilization. With just one glance, Shen Su recognized these two items as national treasures clearly recorded in historical records, looted during the war a century ago, wandering overseas, and sought after by countless cultural relics workers throughout their lives.

They once stood on their homeland, witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties and the everyday life of humanity.

Later, during those humiliating years, they were forcibly abducted, sailed across the ocean, and wandered in foreign lands, where they remained hidden in the shadows for a century.

Countless predecessors devoted their entire lives to calling for their return home, but died without success.

Countless cultural relics workers like him, guarding a piece of paper or an old photograph, face the blank return date and die with regret.

Shen Su squatted down, his fingertips hovering above the artifact, trembling slightly, yet he dared not touch it lightly, for fear of disturbing this journey home that had spanned a century.

He had lived a life of integrity, weathered many storms, and handled countless cultural relics, cultivating a calm and composed demeanor. Yet at this moment, his eyes welled up uncontrollably, and scalding tears streamed down his face without warning, splashing onto his clothes and leaving a small damp patch.

He dared not touch it, gazing at the national treasure he had lost and then regained before him, his voice as soft as a sigh, yet as heavy as a thousand-pound boulder, echoing slowly in the empty tea room:

"I'm back... I'm finally back..."

"It's been a hundred years, a full hundred years."

"Back then, you were abducted, forced to leave your homes, and suffered hardship far away..."

"I thought I would never see the day when you truly set foot back on your homeland."

"Thank goodness, thank goodness... In my lifetime, I, Shen Su, have witnessed you return home with my own eyes."

Tears streamed down his face, yet he laughed tremblingly, a mixture of the bitterness, grievances, and resentment he had suppressed for half his life, and the ecstatic joy of finally getting what he wanted.

He has seen too many cultural relics damaged, resold, and arbitrarily valued as commodities overseas; he has seen too many compatriots with tears in their eyes looking at the treasures of their homeland in foreign display cases; and he has seen too many old experts pass away with regrets while holding cultural relic catalogs.

Throughout his life, he remained steadfast in poverty, upheld his principles, and remained committed to the four words "returning cultural relics home," waiting from youth to old age, from passionate enthusiasm to calm silence.

He thought he would live his life with regrets, just like his predecessors.

But today, in this unassuming little teahouse, an outstanding younger generation has safely, cleanly, and without taking a single penny of the two national treasures he has always dreamed of bringing back have been returned to the country.

Shen Su slowly straightened up and bowed deeply, deeply, to the two national treasures.

This bow is a tribute to the enduring civilization.

This bow is a tribute to the homeland that is hard to leave.

This bow is to pay homage to that nameless, faceless hero who possessed a heart full of righteousness.

After a long while, he straightened up, carefully put the artifact away again, wrapped it in a soft cloth, and placed it in the confidential document box. The moment the lock clicked shut, his eyes regained their firmness and composure.

The cultural relic has returned home, but its mission is not yet over.

He had to do the only thing he could and had to do for this donor.

Shen Su didn't drive back to the National Cultural Relics Protection Center. Instead, he turned around and headed directly to the administrative building of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, the superior authority. He knew in his heart that this matter could not be handled according to ordinary procedures. The donor's wishes must be respected, but the donor's noble sentiments must not be betrayed.

As the car drove smoothly through the city streets, Shen Su had already clearly sorted out all the details of the report in his mind.

We will not reveal our names, identities, or details, and we will not violate any of the donor's requests. However, we must not let this unsung hero's sacrifice be in vain.

Upon arriving at the main building, Shen Su did not use the public service hall or exchange pleasantries with any acquaintances. Instead, he went directly through the internal passage to the office of the leader in charge of the repatriation and security of cultural relics. He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A steady voice came from inside. Shen Su pushed open the door and entered, his posture upright and his expression solemn.

The leader was reviewing a thick stack of documents when he looked up and saw that the person who entered was Shen Su, and he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Within the entire cultural relics system, the name Shen Su was synonymous with "reliable".

Throughout his life, he was upright and honest, never greedy, never currying favor, and never seeking personal gain. From his early career to his current key position, he has handled countless cultural relics without ever making a mistake or leaving a stain on his record. Everyone knows that Shen Su doesn't visit easily, and when he does, it's always on important official business that cannot be overlooked.

The leader put down his pen and gestured for the chair beside him: "Shen Su, sit down. What's the matter? Why are you so serious?"

"Sir, I won't sit down." Shen Su's voice was steady and powerful, every word clear and firm. "This matter is classified and of great importance. I must report to you in person and verbally, without leaving a written record."

The leader's expression turned serious. He immediately closed the file and called out towards the door, "No one is allowed to come in for now. No one is to disturb us without my permission."

A voice answered from outside the door, and the footsteps gradually faded away. The office door was gently closed, and the entire space instantly fell silent, leaving only the two of them and a tense, solemn atmosphere in the air.

Shen Su straightened up, his gaze open and honest, and said, "Today, I received a message from an anonymous donor. The person contacted me directly through a secure channel, clearly stating that they have two cultural relics brought back from overseas and are willing to hand them over to the country free of charge."

The leader raised an eyebrow slightly: "What is the grade of the cultural relic? Is its provenance reliable?"

"These are genuine items from the Great Y Museum. With my decades of experience in artifact appraisal and my personal integrity, I guarantee they are absolutely reliable and are national treasures." Shen Su's tone was without the slightest hesitation. "They are the two items that were looted a hundred years ago, scattered overseas, and tracked down by our system for many years. It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to bring them back in my lifetime."

At this point, his voice remained restrained, yet he could not conceal the excitement in his heart: "They have wandered outside for too long, suffering countless humiliations, and now they have finally returned to their homeland, whole and clean."

The leader's expression turned completely serious: "What are their requirements? We must do our best to meet them."

"There are no conditions." Shen Su shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible emotion. "The other party only made three requests: First, I must personally receive the artifacts to ensure they are not stolen or misappropriated; second, the entire process must be kept quiet, without interviews, public disclosure, or media coverage; third, she must not leave her name, ask for no reward, no compensation of any kind, and does not even wish to leave any record related to herself."

He paused, then repeated Qiu Yingying's words, slowly and deliberately:

She said these cultural relics originally belonged to the country, and she was just taking them home because she was passing by.

A brief silence fell over the office. The leader tapped his fingertips lightly on the desk, his gaze complex. In recent years, as the repatriation of cultural relics has progressed, there have been citizens who have voluntarily handed over artifacts, but most of them hoped for certificates of honor, material rewards, or public recognition. People like him, who wouldn't even leave their names or accept a word of thanks, were far too few.

"She doesn't want anything?" the leader asked softly.

"She doesn't want anything." Shen Su nodded. "When we met, I could tell that she wasn't pretending to be aloof, nor was she afraid of causing trouble. She genuinely felt that this was what she should do. She had no ulterior motives or calculations in her eyes, only reverence for cultural relics and a sincere love for the country."

After a moment of silence, the leader slowly spoke: "We must respect her wishes. Forcing her to make it public or forcibly rewarding her would go against her original intentions, disrespect her goodwill, and make her situation unsafe."

"I understand," Shen Su replied immediately, his tone firm. "Therefore, I'm not here today to seek fame or fortune for her. I'm here to ask you for your guidance. How can we do this without disturbing her, yet without letting her down?"

The leader looked up: "You have an idea?"

"Yes." Shen Su didn't hide anything. "The donor asked for nothing; that's her integrity. But if we really do nothing, show no appreciation, then we've failed in our duty. People all over the world dedicate themselves to the country. If we discourage good people, who will be willing to stand up and protect the nation's treasures in the future?"

He took a deep breath and continued:

"Sir, let me add one more thing. I didn't ask how the donor brought the cultural relics back to China, nor did she need to elaborate. I only have one judgment."

She was willing to take the risk of returning everything that rightfully belonged to us to the country safely and securely, without taking a single item or a penny. That makes her our hero.

Her background is not important; what matters is that she has the country at heart, is willing to take responsibility, and is willing to dedicate herself.

As long as the cultural relic returns home, as long as its heart is pure, it deserves our highest respect, and deserves our utmost legitimate efforts to protect its safety and well-being.

These words resonated deeply.

The leader gazed at Shen Su for a long time without speaking, finally nodding slowly, his eyes full of approval.

"Good. Well said. No matter how she got her things back, she's our hero."

We respect those who remain anonymous; we remember those who do not seek profit.

We cannot let these people lose heart and suffer losses.

Seeing that the leader agreed, Shen Su continued to explain the plan he had already come up with:

"My advice is to avoid disturbing, showing up, and never touching anything that is non-compliant, but to provide the maximum amount of legitimate support within the scope of policies. I have confirmed through secure channels that the donor owns a legitimate live-streaming e-commerce company called Shimei Youpin, which mainly sells food and cosmetics. It has not been established for long, but it has been compliant and legal throughout, pays taxes in accordance with the law, has an excellent reputation, and has no bad records or any violations."

He reported in a clear and organized manner:

"Within the existing policy framework, we can include Shimei Youpin in the key support list. For example, we can provide support for agricultural e-commerce, subsidies for the development of micro and small enterprises, high-quality supply chain connections, preferential treatment in official media resources, tax incentives, site support, and priority recommendation for rural revitalization cooperation projects. All support will follow open, formal, and transparent procedures, without special treatment or under-the-table operations, so that outsiders will not perceive that this is targeted care, and even more so, so that the donors themselves will not realize that this is a reward from the state."

"We don't give her money directly, we don't give her fame, we don't give her anything that would make her uneasy."

But we can help her career develop more steadily, smoothly, and sustainably.

Let her know that she is silently protecting the country, and the country is also silently protecting her.

After listening, the leader stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling crowd below. In this city, there are countless unsung heroes doing extraordinary things. They don't stand in the spotlight, they don't accept flowers and applause, yet they create their own world in their own way.

After a long silence, the leader turned around, his eyes solemn:

"Shen Su, you're right."

"We'll do it your way. We'll push it forward discreetly, provide compliant support overtly, and never reveal the donor's identity. All procedures will be handled through official channels, leaving no room for error. We must be accountable to both the country and this unsung hero."

"Yes." Shen Su nodded solemnly. "I promise to keep the secret and live up to the expectations of the country and the people."

The leader extended his hand and shook hands firmly with Shen Su. This handshake was a gesture of relief, recognition, and, above all, the deepest respect for the donor he had never met.

At this time, Qiu Yingying was completely unaware of all of this.

She simply believed she had caught a lucky break, benefiting from the government's strong support for small and micro enterprises and the e-commerce industry. Returning to the company from the teahouse, Qiu Yingying, as usual, threw herself into the daily work of Shimei Youpin. Shimei Youpin was a company she had built from scratch. She had never forgotten her original aspirations—to make safe and reliable food, sell trustworthy beauty products, without resorting to tricks, exploiting customers, or making unethical profits.

She personally tastes and oversees the selection of food products. Local specialties, dried farm goods, healthy snacks, rice, flour, and cooking oil—if they are even slightly unsafe, inauthentic, or not cost-effective, she eliminates them immediately.

She often tells her team, "We can't be careless about anything that goes into our mouths. We're not selling products, we're selling trust." When it comes to selecting beauty products, her team rigorously reviews ingredients, registration, and testing reports. No matter how big a brand is or how high the commission is, she resolutely refuses to cooperate with brands that don't meet the standards. She doesn't want people who trust her to ruin their skin, make bad purchases, or waste money.

It is this dedication and sincerity that has allowed Shimei Youpin to carve out a niche for itself in the chaotic live-streaming industry. The policy support, discussed by Shen Su and his superiors, was like a timely spring rain, quietly nourishing Shimei Youpin's development. Tax breaks alleviated operational pressure, official agricultural assistance projects proactively offered support, a steady stream of high-quality supply chains came knocking, site subsidies allowed the company to move into a more standardized cultural and creative park, and positive publicity from official media brought massive trust and traffic.

All the support was aboveboard and reasonable. Qiu Yingying simply took it as recognition from the times for her years of perseverance. She was not complacent, but instead became even more cautious.

After securing a leading position in the company, Qiu Yingying decisively chose to step down to the second line, hiring a professional management team to handle daily operations. She herself only controlled the overall direction, refusing to make money through dishonest means, avoid dealing in inferior products, and never betray trust or lose sight of her original aspirations.

One late night, she opened the learning system that had been with her for years again and calmly inquired about the follow-up. The screen dimly lit up, and a line of small text clearly appeared:

[As long as the host is alive, by visiting the Big Y Museum once a year, they can exchange two lost overseas cultural relics through a seamless channel. The relics are of safe origin, without disputes or traces, and the delivery method is absolutely confidential.]

Qiu Yingying paused slightly, then smiled softly.

Two items a year, twenty items in ten years, and sixty items in thirty years.

She is not in a hurry, not rushing, not greedy, and not reckless.

Don't donate immediately, don't publicize it, just quietly save it up, save a batch, and then ask a reliable person to send a batch home.

Her ambition was simple:

I do not seek to be remembered in history, nor do I seek the praise of the world. I only wish to bring a few more national treasures that have wandered for thousands of years back home safely in my lifetime.

In her career, she upholds the principles of food and beauty, conducts herself with integrity, and acts with conscience, so that more people can eat with peace of mind and use products with confidence.

Deep in her heart, she held onto a silent mission, accumulating and entrusting it year after year.

It doesn't need anyone to see it, it doesn't need anyone to understand it.

She knows that her journey has been open, bright, and worthwhile.

The future is long.

She will carefully and steadily bring each of her wandering treasures home.