My Virtual Girlfriend-Chapter 95: Triggering [Profession] (Requesting recommendation votes!)

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Triggering [Profession] (Requesting recommendation votes!)

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Meanwhile, Chen Yan was in the general manager’s office, looking at his phone as the notification "Feeding: Wealth Value +16" popped up, and he smiled contentedly.

Everything was under control!

Now, it was time for him to study Boss Qiao Qiao’s profession...

Chen Yan recalled the conversation about "Profession" he had had with Yu Qiao Qiao in the general manager’s office earlier that day.

At the time, Chen Yan asked Yu Qiao Qiao if she had planned for her future and decided what job she wanted to do.

Although Yu Qiao Qiao hesitated slightly, she nodded.

Then, Yu Qiao Qiao told him about the "plots" he had missed during that time.

It turned out that during the filming, Lu Man had introduced Yu Qiao Qiao to a reporter from the Qindao TV Station.

With the help of the female reporter, Yu Qiao Qiao had found time to visit welfare institutions, charity organizations, and poverty relief departments.

It also made her more certain about wanting to work in charity and poverty relief in the future to help more people in need.

When listening to Yu Qiao Qiao earlier, Chen Yan hadn’t offered his own opinion.

But now, Chen Yan thought more and more... this might really be a suitable career direction for Boss Qiao Qiao.

Seriously, this was the first time in many years that Chen Yan had seen someone as naïve... (stricken through), as pure as a blank sheet of paper like Yu Qiao Qiao.

Such a girl felt like an angel who had fallen from heaven to the earthly realm, perhaps her only two purposes in coming to this world were to let people see how filthy their hearts are and... to help others.

So, Chen Yan felt that charity and poverty relief might really be suitable for Yu Qiao Qiao.

He sat in the boss chair, spinning his pen, pondering: If Boss Qiao Qiao really chose this career direction, how could he seize the opportunity... spit, how could he help her?

Should he create a charity organization of his own?

Or donate money to her?

Chen Yan felt both were worth considering.

Just didn’t know... how the game determined cost expenditures that helped with the Virtual Girlfriend’s profession?

Did it count as nurturing?

Chen Yan doubted it...

After all, strictly speaking, this was giving money to institutions/companies, not directly to Yu Qiao Qiao...

So, how exactly would the game calculate it?

And just as Chen Yan pondered how to make money on Yu Qiao Qiao’s career path,

Yu Qiao Qiao and Lu Man had finished breakfast and returned to the underground parking lot of the Jinmao Building, got into a rouge red Porsche, and set off for the Qindao TV Station.

Today, Jiang Nanxing had taken the initiative to invite Yu Qiao Qiao to experience an interview.

The interview targets were impoverished individuals dwelling in city corners like urban villages and tube-shaped apartments.

After gathering at the TV station, several people switched to the station’s vehicle and departed with the camera crew.

Their first stop was the residents living on the lower floors of dilapidated tube-shaped apartments built in the old industrial area about sixty to seventy years ago.

On the way, Jiang Nanxing was mentally preparing Yu Qiao Qiao, "Qiao Qiao, this might be your first time visiting such places. So, be prepared."

"Even if you can’t bear it, don’t make any onsite promises—come back to the car and discuss with me."

"If you encounter any danger, don’t panic, hide behind me, we will protect you."

"In short, just follow my orders and don’t act impulsively."

Yu Qiao Qiao obediently nodded; she was not a girl who caused trouble for others...

Reaching the tube-shaped apartments, Lu Man, being a celebrity and too conspicuous, stayed in the car while the others, carrying the camera, got out and began visiting the residents sequentially.

These tube-shaped apartments, built sixty to seventy years ago, looked worn and dilapidated from the outside, with very simple and dirty surroundings.

Moreover, since they were built quite a long time ago, the apartments were very small, some only a few or a dozen square meters. However, these were the only places these lower-class city dwellers could afford to live.

Stepping into these residents’ homes, everywhere Yu Qiao Qiao looked was dirty and messy. Random waste was strewn on the floors, the beds were bare, piled with old clothes, and the rooms had poor lighting—dark and damp even though it was bright and sunny outside.

Following the interview process, Jiang Nanxing briefly introduced herself and then asked if an interview could be conducted.

Most of the residents declined, and only a few agreed to talk, but they didn’t say much.

It was learned that most of them were migrant workers whose hometowns were in some mountainous villages of other impoverished cities within the province. They couldn’t earn enough money from farming back home, so they had no choice but to come to the big city to work for money.

Due to their low educational levels and lack of special skills, they could only do the simplest, most basic jobs.

Because they didn’t earn much and still had to save for their families, they lived in places where they could economize as much as possible.

Despite the poor environment, it was the most comfortable place they could afford with only two or three hundred yuan a month.

Jiang Nanxing inquired if they, living such hard lives, hadn’t applied for social assistance or worker subsidies. But most shook their heads, stating they hadn’t.

Some were unaware of these policies; others were simply too exhausted from work to gather the required paperwork; some feared they wouldn’t be approved and would endure disrespect for nothing.

And then there were those who... felt they didn’t need it.

That was one woman in her forties.

When Yu Qiao Qiao and the others met this lady, she was in her dimly-lit room, picking off suit threads.

According to her, this was piecework; she could make 0.8 yuan per piece, and in a day she could handle 300 to 500 pieces, earning over a thousand yuan a month.

Regarding subsidies, she smiled and said, "I haven’t applied for that. We are still young, able to work with our own hands. No need to trouble the country."

"If everyone asked for money from the country, the country couldn’t bear it either."

"Better to save that money for our soldiers and for others who need help more."

Even though her income was low and she belonged to a relatively disadvantaged group, she felt that as long as she could continue to work, she could rely on her own strength to survive.

After a day of interviews, Yu Qiao Qiao felt a profound impact on her soul.

There were so many people in the world in need of help.

And there were so many who actually needed help but were self-reliant. They were doing their best to sustain their own piece of sky with their hands...

Although during the interviews, they encountered hostile words and even pushing and shoving, Yu Qiao Qiao didn’t feel distressed.

The larger the city, it doesn’t necessarily mean the happier it is. Frankly, everyone is just struggling to survive in the city...

After the interviews ended, the group silently returned to the car.

Sitting in the car idly playing with her phone, Lu Man, seeing everyone’s downcast demeanor, curiously asked, "What’s wrong? Why do you all look so down?"

Yu Qiao Qiao flung herself into Lu Man’s arms, hugged her, and said with tears, "Sister Man Man, they are all so pitiful. I really want to help them."

Lu Man, somewhat surprised, patted Yu Qiao Qiao’s shoulders, comforting her, "Don’t cry, don’t cry. Good girl. If you want to help, let’s help. Good, hm~"

"Okay," Yu Qiao Qiao said, raising her tearful face to Jiang Nanxing, "Sister Xiao Nan, I have some savings; can I donate a part to them?"

"I just want to help to the extent I can."

Upon hearing Yu Qiao Qiao’s words, silence fell in the car.

After a moment, Jiang Nanxing solemnly said, "Qiao Qiao, I understand your desire to help them, but do you remember what I said the first time we met?"

"There are many ways to help people. Although donating money is the simplest method, it’s not necessarily the best."

"For instance, that lady who is self-sufficient with her handiwork, do you think giving her money would be very helpful? In some ways, she is actually ’wealthier’ than us."

"Also, like most of the people we met today, what they lack isn’t just money, it’s a skill, the capability to establish themselves in the city."

"Simply giving money would only spoil them. That would actually harm them instead."

Saying this, Jiang Nanxing looked at Yu Qiao Qiao earnestly, continuing, "Qiao Qiao, this month, I also took you to visit welfare and charity organizations to understand their conditions."

"But I always feel you are too innocent, too naïve."

"That’s not good for the people you want to help."

"So...if you’re willing, I suggest you start by being a civilian life reporter’s assistant with me. Get a detailed understanding of our city, our country’s impoverished people, what exactly they need, and what kind of help they need."

"That way, even if you work in a charity or welfare organization in the future, you can help them in a targeted manner, not just wanting to help but not knowing how."

"Of course... during this time, if you want to help them and the method is reasonable, I won’t object."

With tears still in her eyes, Yu Qiao Qiao stared blankly at Jiang Nanxing, who had a worried and sympathetic expression, but also a firm resolve filled with integrity.

At that moment, Yu Qiao Qiao suddenly felt that this version of Sister Xiao Nan... was so cool.

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Meanwhile, in the general manager’s office making a phone call, Chen Yan’s phone suddenly chimed.

Chen Yan put on his headphones while picking up his phone to check.

"Yu Qiao Qiao successfully triggered an internship profession and has initially established a professional line. Profession functionality is officially activated. Please click to learn more about this feature and to receive the first stage mysterious reward..."