56: When you are successful, you should help others.

On the other side of the crowd, Jiang Yuan hadn't gone far; instead, he stopped at a nearby fried skewer stall.

He casually bought a portion of fried skewers and handed the owner a cigarette.

"Boss, let me ask you something."

Jiang Yuan pointed to the corner in the distance: "What's the situation with that little girl setting up a stall at South Bridge?"

The owner was a local man in his forties. He took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, glanced in that direction, and sighed: "You mean that girl with no parents? Sigh, she's had a hard life."

As he tossed the potatoes, the owner started chatting: "Her parents passed away early, and she was raised entirely by her grandmother. Her grandmother became paralyzed two years ago, so the child relies on her own hands to weave dolls, coming here to set up a stall every day."

"Everyone doing business in this area knows her. We help her out occasionally and don't charge her a stall fee, otherwise, she would have been chased away long ago."

"So no one is taking care of her?"

Jiang Yuan frowned, his tone carrying a hint of anger: "This is a high-traffic tourist attraction with so many influencers coming to livestream, and what about those charity foundations?"

"Don't even get me started!"

Hearing this, the owner waved his hand with a look of disgust and spat on the ground: "Last year, a big influencer with millions of followers came to livestream, claiming they wanted to raise money for her medical treatment."

"And what happened? They got the traffic they wanted, raised the money, and then ran off!"

"The little girl didn't get a single cent and was even mocked for being a fool who got used. She cried until her eyes were swollen for days, and from then on, she never trusted those people holding phones to film her again."

"As for the foundations you mentioned... heh."

The owner shook his head, handed the fried crab sticks to Jiang Yuan, and sneered: "Filling out forms is harder than going on a pilgrimage. By the time it goes through layer after layer of approval and you actually get the money, it's already too late, and whether it can even be implemented is another matter."

Jiang Yuan took the fried skewers and fell silent.

He nodded, thanked the owner, and walked alone to a bench by the river to sit down.

Beneath his feet, the waters of the Min River surged endlessly, carrying away silt but unable to wash away the suffering of this world.

Jiang Yuan ate mechanically while watching the small figure in the distance standing firm in the wind.

That sense of powerlessness made the delicious food in his mouth feel tasteless.

If it were the old Jiang Yuan, encountering such a thing, he would at most give a few hundred extra yuan like he just did and sigh at the impermanence of life.

But now, it was different. He had the system and a net worth of tens of billions.

The ancients said: "When poor, cultivate yourself; when successful, benefit the world."

If he just held these tens of billions to buy luxury cars, live in mansions, and eat fine meals, then the money would just be a string of cold numbers.

What if he could use this money to support broken lives like this little girl's?

Jiang Yuan swallowed the last bite, his eyes gradually becoming firm and sharp.

He took out his phone and opened Gu Xinyu's WeChat profile.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, each word carrying heavy weight: "Xinyu, I want to create a welfare foundation."

"No fluff; it will primarily focus on impoverished families without labor capacity, left-behind children, and disabled elderly people."

"I want to do charity that can actually be implemented. What do I need to do? Help me plan it out."

Send.

Gu Xinyu's reply was so fast it was as if she were glued to her phone.

"Brother Jiang, are you serious? This matter involves too much. It's hard to explain by typing on WeChat. Is it convenient to take a video call?"

"Sure."

Jiang Yuan had just replied with one word when the video invitation popped up. He answered.

On the other side of the screen, Gu Xinyu was wearing simple beige loungewear. The background was a clean white wall and half an IV stand; she was clearly in a hospital.

Although she wore no makeup, her capable, elite temperament remained unstoppable, though there was a touch of softness in her eyes that only appeared in front of Jiang Yuan.

"Brother Jiang."

Gu Xinyu greeted him with a smile, joy radiating from her eyes and brows.

Bringing her sister to the capital for surgery had gone smoothly, and the gloom that had plagued their family for years was finally lifting. She knew deep down that the source of all this was the man before her.

"Xinyu, I encountered something at South Bridge just now..."

Jiang Yuan was concise and recounted the situation of the little girl selling dolls and her experience of being scammed by an influencer.

After listening, Gu Xinyu put away her smile, her expression becoming professional: "I understand."

"However, Brother Jiang, the procedures for establishing a private foundation are very complicated. It requires applications to relevant departments, and the approval process is very long."

"The most critical point is that we need to assemble an extremely professional operations team to supervise the flow of funds and prevent people from exploiting loopholes in the intermediate links, turning charitable funds into private money."

Speaking of this, Gu Xinyu paused, seemingly weighing her words: "However, as a top-tier client of the bank, it shouldn't be difficult to go through the green channel for approval."

"The difficulty lies in the capital chain. This type of aid-oriented foundation is not like commercial investment; it's pure input with zero return in the early stages."

"If it's only a few million, it might not even make a splash, and if the funding breaks later on, it will instead be criticized."

Gu Xinyu's analysis was thorough, completely considering the pros and cons from Jiang Yuan's perspective.

After listening, Jiang Yuan just shook his head indifferently.

He leaned against the stone railing of South Bridge, with the surging river behind him. His tone was as casual as if he were talking about what to eat for dinner: "I don't care about losses, and I don't intend to make money from this."

"To me, money is just a number. My goal is very simple: I just want people like that little girl to have food to eat and medicine to treat their illnesses."

"For the initial phase, just take three hundred million to set it up."

"Three hundred million..."

Even though Gu Xinyu was accustomed to capital flow, she was shocked by this number.

Immediately, the admiration in her eyes almost spilled off the screen: "Okay, Brother Jiang, I understand. You are truly kind."

Jiang Yuan smiled and didn't acknowledge the compliment.

At this moment, Gu Xinyu seemed to remember something and tilted the phone camera slightly, aiming it at the hospital bed.

"Wanwan, this is Brother Jiang."

"We were able to come to the capital for surgery so quickly, stay in the best ward, and hire the best experts, all thanks to Brother Jiang's help."

The camera turned.

A slightly pale, yet extremely delicate face appeared on the screen. It was Gu Xinwan.

She was wearing an oversized hospital gown, her long black hair spread across the white pillow, making her skin look almost transparent.

Because she had been tormented by illness for years, she looked thinner and weaker than her peers, possessing a fragile beauty that made one pity her, much like Lin Daiyu.

Although she looked seventy percent like Gu Xinyu, the older sister was a thorny rose, while the younger sister was like a jasmine flower after the rain.

"Hello, Brother Jiang."

Gu Xinwan waved at the camera somewhat shyly, her voice soft and sweet, carrying a trace of the innocence peculiar to a young girl.

If she hadn't dropped out of school, at sixteen, she would be at the age to be attending high school.

"Hey, hello Wanwan."

Jiang Yuan grinned, his tone softening involuntarily: "Rest well, and if you want to eat anything, just let your sister buy it for you. When you're discharged, Brother will come to see you."

"Thank you, Brother Jiang."

Gu Xinwan nodded obediently, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Gu Xinyu turned the camera back. Although she wanted to look at Jiang Yuan a few more times, her strong sense of career already had her calculating the procedures in her mind.

"Brother Jiang, if there's nothing else, I'll go contact the legal department and headhunters to start registering the company?"

"Hm, go ahead and prepare."

Jiang Yuan looked at the darkening sky in the distance and pondered for a moment: "Let's name the foundation 'Prosperous Stars'."

"Prosperous Stars?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yuan's voice carried a note of determination: "Although a single star is not as dazzling as the sun, if gathered together, they are enough to illuminate the entire galaxy."

"In the vast universe, even the sun is just one of billions of stars."

"May this goodwill be like the stars in the sky—gathering or dispersing as fate wills—but always guarding those traveling through the night."