This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 978 - 479: Mysticism Can't Change Destiny, But You Can

"Then, through newspapers and television, your stories will be spread nationwide so that everyone can pay attention to you."

"This way, more kind-hearted people will extend a helping hand to assist with the post-disaster reconstruction of your orphanage."

"This can really help you."

Li Yuan nodded, somewhat understanding, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented brightness.

In his own words, he solemnly summarized:

"I understand! The work of a journalist is to record stories that really happen, and then spread these real stories to help everyone!"

He puffed out his small chest and loudly proclaimed his ambition:

"Then I also want to become a journalist in the future!"

"I also want to record real stories to help more and more people!"

Luo Chuan looked at Li Yuan's youthful yet resolute face and smiled brightly.

In the following days, Li Yuan often saw the figure of this journalist.

He also learned the man's name — Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan, like the old director, was also an excellent storyteller.

During breaks, he would share his own interview stories with the children.

The stories he told had no immortals or demons but were equally thrilling.

The children became tense as they heard him speak about disguising as a worker to infiltrate the black factories producing fake food products, as if witnessing him step into the Demon King's cave.

When they heard about his clever battles of wits and courage with those cunning, unscrupulous bosses, ultimately gaining evidence of their crimes, the children burst into happy laughter, cheering for his intelligence.

Finally, when they heard about the rescued victims and the justice meted out to those bosses, being taken away by the police, the children clapped excitedly, overjoyed.

Such vivid and thrilling real stories, under Luo Chuan's vivid and infectious narration, left a deep and indelible impression on young Li Yuan.

For the first time, he realized that there were real-life heroes as mythical as those in stories.

Later, Luo Chuan wrote an excellent in-depth report on his interviews in the Linzhou disaster area.

Especially the part about Linzhou Orphanage, which he wrote profoundly and movingly.

The children's modified version of "Where is the Road," through his remarkable writing, not only amused countless readers but also drew more attention to the children's situation.

Luo Chuan kept his promise to Li Yuan, not using the camera to capture the boy earnestly transcribing lyrics.

Instead, through lively and humorous prose, he perfectly recreated that adorable scene of their meeting.

Moreover, Luo Chuan also recorded with deep affection, the children's life in the resettlement area, filled with childhood innocence and hope — like how they crafted imaginary homes out of mud and planted small sunflowers amid the ruins.

This report, upon publication, was like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, sparking a huge social response.

It brought unprecedented attention to the Linzhou Orphanage in the disaster area.

The reconstruction process of the Linzhou Orphanage went exceptionally smoothly after this.

The children not only gained a brand new, more durable home.

They also received long-term sponsorship from many kind-hearted individuals for their livelihood and studies.

Some children even left the orphanage as a result.

They were adopted by kind-hearted families and gained real parents and warm homes.

Li Yuan, owing to his intelligence and optimism, caught the attention of many visiting families.

However, facing those pairs of kind eyes, Li Yuan politely declined with a smile.

He wanted to stay in the orphanage to help the elderly director take care of his younger brothers and sisters.

Later, with his efforts and social support, Li Yuan was admitted to a top domestic university with excellent grades.

After graduating from university, he joined a newspaper and became a journalist.

And there, to his surprise, he met an old acquaintance — Chief Editor Luo.

It was the same journalist, Luo Chuan.

"Li Yuan, I never expected you to really become a journalist." Luo Chuan, upon seeing Li Yuan, had a smile so joyful and comforting.

That day, he invited Li Yuan to a meal.

At the table, Chief Editor Luo, looking at the young man in front of him who had shed his childishness and become vigorous and with clear eyes, gave him some candid advice.

"Xiao Yuan, as a journalist, especially one who wants to write in-depth articles that might affect some interests, I suggest you create a couple of pen names for yourself."

Li Yuan, upon hearing this, asked, somewhat puzzled, "Using an alias? Chief editor, doesn't writing under an alias constitute fraud? Aren't we supposed to pursue the Truth?"

Chief Editor Luo, upon hearing this, smiled, shook his head, and took a sip of his drink.

"Who asked you to use pen names to commit fraud? I suggest using pen names to enable you to voice different perspectives on the same issue, creating a combined public voice."