After entering through the main gate, I saw the familiar receptionist, who looked up at me and said, "Oh, the medical check-up isn't until two days from now, why are you here early?"
Mingyan smiled and said, "Let's donate."
The young woman laughed and said, "You should take care of your own life first. Our research institute isn't that poor yet."
Mingyan didn't say anything, but took out the government-certified check from his pocket and handed it to the table.
The young woman picked up the check, her expression changed at first, then she quickly leaned closer, and her expression changed again.
She looked up at Mingyan, as if to make sure he hadn't turned into the Hulk.
Then, she lowered her head, touched the numbers with her fingertips, counted the digits one by one, and then her expression changed for the third time.
"You...you wait here for a moment!"
After the receptionist finished speaking, she jumped up from her chair and quickly ran into the research institute.
Mingyan heard screams coming from inside:
"Director—Director! Something terrible has happened—a huge disaster! Oh my god—!!!"
Mingyan shook his head with amusement, and without waiting for the people inside to come out, he walked out the door again.
Not far from home, Mingyan took a walk outside the park and eventually sat down on a bench.
He waited for a taxi to pick him up, and then a light drizzle began to fall.
It was still quite cold, so Mingyan tightened his coat.
He recalled his last days on Earth, when their star had completely died out, and the whole world was like a pile of ashes that would be blown away by the wind sooner or later, with only a few scattered traces of heat remaining on the land of China.
The survivors comforted and encouraged each other over the radio, digging as deep as possible into the ground to find the last bit of warmth in the remains of Mother Earth.
Mingyan froze to death in such a tunnel, his body frozen solid, just like in an animated film.
So now he's very afraid of the cold.
The research institute quickly called Mingyan's cell phone.
But after making it clear that he didn't intend to make the matter public, he hung up the phone.
After two exchanges, the other end understood his meaning, and the phone finally went silent again.
Mingyan looked up at the sky, wondering where the blue planet, frozen into a block of ice, had drifted to now.
Fortunately, the research institute will keep an eye on it.
These hundreds of millions in donations will definitely give them a much-needed breather, and maybe even save a couple more people.
This made Mingyan feel good, but also somewhat inexplicably lost.
Mingyan sighed softly, then suddenly realized that the raindrops above his head had stopped.
A little girl with pigtails is holding a children's umbrella, standing on a bench, and holding the umbrella over him.
"Handsome uncle, are you crying?" She tilted her head and looked at him.
He clearly stated, "No, this is rainwater."
A car stopped by the roadside, and the child stuffed the umbrella into Mingyan's hand before skipping and jumping into the car.
Goodbye, Uncle!
"goodbye."
Two hours later, it was still raining.
Mingyan arrived at his destination, holding a child's umbrella, and knocked on the iron gate in front of him.
With a creak, the dirty iron gate opened, and a head peeked out from inside.
With an afro and a thick beard, his face was completely crammed together, leaving his small eyes nowhere to go. He looked like a sheep that hadn't been sheared in ten years.
He was the person Xia Cheng recommended to Mingyan; a professional with over twenty years of experience in art design.
Mingyan paused for a moment, then said, "Hello, are you Mr. Wrynn? I'm the head of Blue Star Studio, and I'd like to discuss a collaboration with you—"
Before he could finish speaking, the sheep-faced uncle slammed the door shut.
"?" Mingyan knocked on the door again.
Then I heard a man and a woman shouting at each other inside.
Woman: "Varian, who are these guests outside! How can you be so rude!"
Man: "I don't know, it's a studio I've never heard of."
"Maybe they've found you a job! You should invite them in for a proper talk!"
"No, no, no, absolutely not! That's a perverted man in his twenties who still carries around a pink lace-trimmed princess parasol!!"
Clearly stated: "..."
☆ Preliminary Preparations
Finally, he made it clear that he was invited in by Varian's wife.
She felt that no matter what, visiting in person showed great sincerity, and guests shouldn't be turned away.