I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!
Chapter 147 - 73: Pubg Livestream, Sneaking on Air!_1

Chapter 147: Chapter 73: Pubg Livestream, Sneaking on Air!_1

"What the hell is that? What’s this new internet jargon?"

Yuan Wencheng made a ’pause’ gesture to the people in the conference room, sensing his darling daughter wasn’t in a good mood, before he took his cellphone and walked out the door.

"Spill it, are you short of money again?"

"Daddy will transfer ten million to you first. If it’s not enough, let Daddy know. Daddy is really busy right now, the new round of financing for the AI pet robot dog project is ongoing... yes, yes, Daddy knows you don’t understand... what? A game designer got suppressed by Netcom?"

Hearing this, Yuan Wencheng couldn’t help but hold his forehead and sighed helplessly for his daughter’s overly emotional, chivalrous character—helping others at every turn.

Indeed, he hoped his daughter could retain that sense of righteousness and just be a princess brimming with rich emotions under his protection.

After all, since his divorce many years ago, his daughter had been with him and hadn’t been well taken care of, which made Yuan Wencheng feel deeply guilty.

But in recent years, the AI industry had become extremely popular, with increasing demand for AI intelligence in all fields.

That made ZhiDong Tech, already a famous giant in Huaxia Nation, swell in market value and break into the global top 100 enterprises.

As business expanded, with branches all around the world, every morning he’d wake up to hundreds of thousands of employees under him who needed to be fed—any small action he took could cause ZhiDong Tech’s stock to rise or fall—bearing unprecedented pressure.

This left Yuan Wencheng unable to carve out more time to spend with his daughter, who was already missing her mother’s love and whose father’s love was also decreasing.

Besides transferring money without hesitation, he had no other way.

However, he felt fortunate.

Even without his guidance, his daughter hadn’t gone astray, keeping her pure heart intact until the age of eighteen, albeit a bit too emotional.

And the bad news is.

She was too emotional...

He still remembered.

The previous year, his daughter called to say there was a very intelligent guide dog missing, reported on the news, whose blind elderly owner was very pitiable, sparking heated discussions online, with everyone joining in to help look for the dog, asking him to use his connections, see if he can get the executives of those companies under Yuan’s enterprise to help find the dog as they were idle anyway, sitting in offices doing nothing, so they might as well look for the dog as a way to get some exercise.

He naturally couldn’t agree to such an absurd request, and in the end, the news was proven to be fake—a bored netizen’s bait post in a forum, just for sympathy.

Last year, a similar situation occurred—a fisherman’s small boat lost direction near the coastal waters of Huaxia Nation. The old man, who went fishing every day to provide nutrition for the children of the village’s Hope Primary School, incited worry across the internet; she was also concerned.

So she asked him if he could get the multinational shipping company, which had cooperated with the group on AI marine navigation, to look for the old man.

Yuan Wencheng found it both funny and sad, but he did not agree.

And the truth quickly surfaced—indeed there was such an old man, and a Hope Primary School, but a few years before, the school had relocated, and the old man had retired from fishing due to old age. It was all because a journalist, wanting a more explosive story, exaggerated during an interview, which then evolved into a mystery disappearance through embellishment and rumor.

He thought these two incidents would teach his daughter a lesson not to spread her compassion indiscriminately.

But this year, it happened again.

This time Yuan Wencheng was even more speechless.

The first two times, at least, seemed somewhat reasonable. After all, if things were as reported, those people truly seemed pitiable and helpless.

But what about today’s matter?

A game designer from a small gaming company.

Got suppressed by another small company, Netcom.

And now his daughter was asking if he could lend a hand.

To Yuan Wencheng, this felt like.

A child from a kindergarten senior class hit a junior class kid, and then his daughter wanted him to intercede, to help the younger kid hit back the older one.

That’s just...

"Sigh." After a long sigh, Yuan Wencheng patiently comforted his daughter as if she was still a child, "Qiaoqing, it’s not that Daddy doesn’t want to help you, but now that we’re adults, every action must be backed by reason. Acting solely on emotion often backfires."

"It’s not being emotional! That designer, I’ve personally seen him work his way up, creating one game after another! And every game is well-crafted, interesting, he even considers the players, creating games that barely require players to spend money to find joy, happiness, emotion, warmth, kindness. Players really like him. Isn’t it sufficient reason to help someone who sticks to the bottom line of the industry when they are being banned by online malicious forces? Does every industry have to be full of deceit, trickery, and calculations, wishing others fall into the abyss to succeed?" Yuan Qiaoqing spoke with great emotion, rattling off a lot.

But Yuan Wencheng couldn’t take in a word.

Regardless of who was in the right or in the wrong for the issue his daughter mentioned, it didn’t matter.