Numerous kennels learned of the news and expressed their gratitude online, while also further educating kennel owners.
Charitable funds are managed by foundations, which ensure that the use of funds is transparent and fair. In this highly information-driven era, it is rare for major corruption cases to occur.
Meanwhile, Mingyan woke up to find several silk banners in hand...
He was eating breakfast while his adoptive father was watching the news.
As soon as the door opened, his foster mother walked in with a strange expression on her face, holding a pile of brocade banners in one hand, and said, "Mingyan, these are things sent to you."
Mingyan looked at the top banner, which read—
Saving my dog's life is an immeasurable act of merit.
"puff!"
Mingyan burst out laughing.
He coughed as he quickly tidied up the table.
When Mingyan went over to take a look, he found that most of these banners were sent by the kennel.
In recent years, kennels that still accept Beto dogs and do their best to rescue them have all been struggling.
The charity campaign that Mingyan unintentionally sparked gave them a much-needed lifeline, like rain after a long drought.
At first, Mingyan felt quite embarrassed when he saw the banner.
But after looking at them one by one, he sighed with some emotion.
No matter when or where, there are always such selfless good people who are doing their utmost to carry out the cause of kindness and justice.
Many kennel owners have gone bankrupt, yet they still have to support their furry children, sparing no effort to find them suitable new homes.
Just as we were putting away these banners, the news happened to be broadcasting about this incident.
The host was beaming with joy, and also somewhat moved. This kind of grassroots public welfare activity is a very honorable thing to do, and it can demonstrate the quality of citizens in the Sixth Star Province.
The adoptive father, who was watching the news, was still in a daze.
He didn't know that Mingyan was the one who made the game. He only saw that Lanxing was praised as a "conscientious studio," so he turned to Mingyan and said, "This... this game can get such high praise?"
Mingyan laughed and said, "Yes, some things have nothing to do with form. As long as it doesn't violate morality, anything that is acceptable to people is a good work; anything that can touch people is good art."
...
The day's schedule was clearly stated: to meet with Varian Wrynn.
This art master, whose name is quite fitting, finally made a decision after several days of consideration.
The two eventually met at a nearby coffee shop to talk.
I don't know why, but it seems that IT professionals from all eras like to discuss things in coffee shops.
Could it be because... programmers have coffee flowing in their veins?
The café was quite lively at that moment, with many entrepreneurs talking animatedly and trying their best to sell their ideas.
Varian and Mingyan sat by the window, and the mechanical maid served them each a cup of coffee.
Varian's gaze remained calm as he said, "I'm sorry, but I've decided to decline the position at Blue Star Studio."
Mingyan asked with some regret, "Is it because the studio lacks sufficient resources?"
“That’s part of it,” Varian sighed. “More importantly, I’m not young anymore. My wife recently found out she’s pregnant, we’re both in our forties, and I still have ten years left on my mortgage. If I had met you ten years earlier, maybe I would have had the energy to take risks and work hard, to exchange more energy for more money… But now, what I need is a more stable job. I can accept a slightly lower-paying but stable job that allows working from home, but I can’t accept a gamble where if I lose, I have to start all over again—you should understand what I mean.”
The suffering of middle-aged men.
He has elderly parents to care for and young children to raise; everyone is counting on him, but he has no one to rely on.
He can't be willful, he can't simply have fun, and he can't pursue his dreams.
Mingyan understood and said, "It's okay, we can sign a labor contract. If you are willing to do outsourcing tasks, we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."
Varian nodded gratefully.
Just as the two were about to continue looking at the employment contract, an unexpected incident occurred.
Two men in suits walked into the coffee shop.
They looked around for a spot, thus making it clear that they hadn't found them yet, but had found Varian first.
The two men exchanged a glance, and one of them walked over and said with a smile, "Hey, Varian, you have two seats left here. Let us sit down."
Varian looked up, his brows furrowing immediately. He said, "Little Luo, Little Li."
Mingyan raised an eyebrow and asked, "And you two are?"
Varian said in a deep voice, "My...former colleagues."
The two men started chatting away, oblivious to everyone else, but every word they uttered was aimed at Varian's ears.
"What are you talking about with Varian? He'll be unhappy if the boss finds out."
"Afraid of him? He's been with the company for almost ten years, and there's not even anyone to protect him. He quit as soon as he was asked to, and he didn't even fight for his own stock options. He's just a coward."
"Hehe, I heard he didn't hand over his duties to the new art team leader?"
"They're definitely not handing over the keys because they want to wait for a settlement and get another sum of money. Who cares? They left the computers behind—"