Philanthropists
Jiang Chuan traveled light and arrived at a seaside town somewhere.
The so-called "traveling light" means that he only rode his motorcycle all the way here, without bringing anything else, and his luggage was sent directly to the town.
Having learned from his previous painful experience, the Earl didn't get on the vehicle this time; he simply waited for Jiang Chuan to teleport away.
So Jiang Chuan enjoyed some rare time alone—it was just a bit too sunny, but thankfully the journey wasn't too long; if he went all out, it would be exactly a three-hour drive.
I have absolutely no idea how they do it. Driving for so long, don't they get tired?
If it weren't for Jiang Chuan's sudden rise to fame, the Earl would never have known that he owned a house by the sea. This house was much larger than the one in the city, and it looked very spacious.
The decor should also be much brighter and more spacious.
It's a detached house with a garden.
The place had been uninhabited for a long time, but it had been cleaned before our visit, so it was very tidy. The small garden had also been trimmed, and the Endless Summer jasmine was growing lushly, making it a perfect spot for cats to stroll around.
"This is my parents' former property."
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Jiang Chuan explained that he only kept a few of his favorite properties for his own residence, and used the rest for fixed asset investments.
"How long are we going to stay here?" The count peeked out from the flower bushes, quite pleased with his new livestream background.
"Two or three days, I guess. If something comes up, I might have to go back earlier." Jiang Chuan had just finished disinfecting the packages when he opened them one by one. All he had sent were some daily necessities and office equipment.
Let's tidy it up a bit.
Then he prepared to go out again.
It was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, and Jiang Chuan had only been resting in his new place for a short while.
The count was terrified by the man's high energy.
"Aren't you coming? This time it's just a short drive along the coastal highway." Jiang Chuan invited as he put on his helmet.
With his long, slender fingers, he fastened the helmet with a clatter, the straps wrapped around it.
The count still couldn't resist Satan's temptation, mainly because he was after the high concentration of magic power field, and he would stick to it for as long as he could.
You should know that although Jiang Chuan usually likes to masturbate to Him, it's generally just a three-minute fad. Once he's relaxed, he'll just leave Him aside, being utterly heartless.
This seaside town wasn't crowded, probably because it wasn't peak tourist season. The scenery was beautiful, but it hadn't been developed yet, making it a very pristine and unspoiled landscape.
Normally, tourists only start to gradually increase around September or October.
They said they were just going for a drive, and they really were just going for a drive; they weren't going very fast.
For a motorcycle, the speed is quite leisurely, and you can relax occasionally without having to focus entirely on the road conditions.
Jiang Chuan's gaze began to wander.
He hadn't actually come out like this for a while; he'd been too busy lately to even have the energy to teleport to Africa to see wild animals baring their teeth.
It's not bad to have periods of busyness followed by periods of leisure.
Jiang Chuan drove along the deserted highway until he reached the highest point, a great spot to watch the sunset over the sea, before finally stopping.
The scenery in sight is also reflected on the helmet's visor, creating a dynamic and vibrant interplay of views.
A ship passed by on the sea, its stern leaving ripples in its wake, and seabirds circled and followed it. It was just an ordinary scene, but because it was dusk, the background was much more colorful.
But isn't it still just a common sunset scene at the beach?
The count didn't understand this point: aren't sunsets all the same no matter where they are at the beach?
Aren't all the seas in the world the same on the surface?
But in Jiang Chuan's eyes, it was different.
Large clumps of colorful foam floated in the air, and when the wind blew, they seemed to be ignited, changing shape rapidly. The top layer was a bright orange-yellow, while the middle layer was a slightly darker but dreamy cool-toned purple.
The place that was ignited should be the bottom, the side closest to the sea.
It is a blazing, burning crimson.
The sky and the ocean blend together like a magnificent scene of spring, autumn, winter and summer, constantly changing and transforming.
Perhaps it was this magnificent scene that made the bard stop his carriage, put on his glasses, and quietly contemplate it, reciting the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind.
Jiang Chuan thought of the little prince's letter, the birthday gift the count had given him, which was several dozen days late.
The letter paper has a very European design and a rose wax seal. Inside is just one page of paper, yellowed and looking quite old.
There was a line of round English letters on the paper, written in a childish hand.
The paraphrase is: You don't have to be stuck here.
If you consider this sentence within the context of "The Little Prince," it takes on a whole host of meanings.
Jiang Chuan carefully put the envelope away and never opened it again.
At the same time, it was hidden very well to avoid being seen by the curious count.
After admiring the view for only a short while, his phone suddenly rang—well, it was a weekday, so Jiang Chuan was basically skipping work to come out and have some fun.
There was no reason; I just suddenly felt like going for a walk, so I came.
Since it's a workday, the work still needs to be handled promptly.
Jiang Chuan took off his helmet, tossed it to the Earl to look at, and then freed his hand to pick up his phone to check the message, which was a summary document from Song Zhiming.
Regarding Zhi Xing Games' charitable activities.
Generally speaking, after a company grows big and strong, it will invest a certain amount of money in charity to fulfill its social responsibility, and at the same time, to show the public a reliable and responsible corporate image.
Zhi Xing Games...
It's a small company with about a hundred employees, with no funding and no IPO.
Those are all charitable endeavors supported by the boss's wealth.
Even before founding Zhixing Games, Jiang Chuan was already doing charity work, though it was on a smaller scale and was considered private at the time.
They might only invest two or three million a year.
Any more would be too conspicuous.
This charity isn't the conventional kind... Conventional charity involves building schools for children in mountainous areas, donating money to people with serious illnesses, and doing environmental protection work, etc.
Jiang Chuan directly invests money in companies in the pharmaceutical R&D industry. He doesn't inquire whether the money has yielded any results in pharmaceutical R&D; he just keeps investing.
There's no research and development process without detours.
After Zhixing Games was launched, the scope of charitable work expanded further under the company's name.
It's not limited to the pharmaceutical industry anymore; it also includes end-of-life care and other related fields.
However, this is something that was only recently started. Song Zhiming has just finished summarizing the information and organizing the documents.
Because the document contained a lot of information and was not easy to read clearly under the sunlight, Jiang Chuan turned his back, leaned over the motorcycle, and carefully read it line by line.
The count, also curious, came over to watch.
Then he saw something different about end-of-life care... something he had heard about while surfing the internet.
But why does Jiang Chuan's work seem a little different from the normal one?
Sending a terminally ill, incurable person on a trip...won't that affect their condition? No, it's already a done deal, so whether it affects their condition or not doesn't matter. But...why?
It seems like something worthless.
Then I looked at the amount that followed.
They hit quite a lot.
The count couldn't help but lean closer and look again, then finally asked in confusion, "Why send a dying person on a trip?"
"They're all dying. According to your traditional Eastern beliefs, shouldn't you be more inclined to return to your roots after death?"
"Moreover... in modern society, productivity is the most important thing, and they... according to your current value judgments, should be people without value."
"Because there is no labor force."
The fact that the count could ask such a question is not because he is cold-blooded or heartless, but because in the magical world, the line between life and death is not clear.
Or rather, magical creatures generally have a very calm view of life and death, treating it like asking what to eat today, without feeling fear, anxiety, or unease about it.
Jiang Chuan turned his head, his expression more serious than he had ever shown to the Earl: "That's not how it is."
"Human life and existence are valuable in themselves."
"Labor is not the only criterion; you are being too biased."
"As for why we should give them the opportunity to travel, it's because I don't want to see people trapped in one place until they die. They should at least have the freedom to temporarily decide to leave a place on their own."
Go see farther places; your life is too blurry.
The count seemed to understand, but not quite. He would always have to ponder Jiang Chuan's profound words several times in the middle of the night before he could fully comprehend them.
Perhaps this is the difference in thinking between the two sides.
"I'm sorry, I misspoke." A frank admission of error.
Jiang Chuan didn't answer, but simply raised his hand and ruffled the cat's head. Then he continued with the work that even those who skipped work couldn't escape.
Jiang Chuan entrusted Song Zhiming with the entire responsibility for this charitable undertaking, with only a few basic requirements. First, the details of where the funds went must be clear, and the funds must be used effectively.
In addition, it is important to keep it confidential.
It must be kept secret.
This is something Jiang Chuan has repeatedly emphasized.
Otherwise... once it becomes known, people will definitely be curious about where such a small game company got so much money, and then they will explore further.
If the money, and consequently the assets, are really unearthed, Jiang Chuan probably won't be able to live a peaceful life for the next year or two.
Not wanting to be noticed by the media and the public, Jiang Chuan rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. Sometimes, he couldn't help but think of things like "his identity being exposed," and a new nightmare would begin.
It was like a targeted attack aimed at oneself.
By then, he'll probably have to disappear underwater for quite some time.
So if possible, I hope to continue living this regular life as it is now, and never change it for the rest of my life.
This is how Jiangchuan makes a wish as the sun sets.
Actually, it might have been more reliable if he had made a wish upon the sunrise. The count could sense that those around him seemed to have some kind of expectation, but facing the sunset…
The magical world doesn't encourage this.
Because it will likely fail, or even have the opposite effect—but this is the human world, so there's no need to worry too much.
Moreover, this is Jiangchuan.
It's not impossible to directly rewrite the established rules.
The Earl meowed, his attention returning to the sea.
Jiang Chuan put away his phone, straightened his body, and faced the sea again.
There was no spring warmth or blooming flowers; the sun sank below the horizon at a visible speed, disappearing completely. But the sky didn't darken all at once.
Dusk was falling.
Take a break for a chapter~
"Go see more of the world, your life is too blurry." I'm not sure where this quote comes from, but I saw it on Douyin (TikTok).
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