bookbashuk I didn't originally intend to talk about Chapter 1734.
I didn't originally intend to talk about Chapter 1734.
Bai Xiaoxiao, who was standing to the side, was far more shocked than Jiang Cheng.
The screen was bombarded with gifts, so much so that their faces were completely obscured.
At this point, she didn't even have the heart to play the newly launched game.
She used to think she was very good at controlling the flow of her live streams, and no matter how much the viewers went off-topic, she could always steer the conversation back to her control.
But compared to Qiao Yinyin, she felt utterly inadequate; her constant lewd remarks were useless at all, except for warming up the atmosphere.
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After the public opinion turned around, Jiang Cheng watched for a while and then downloaded it.
Sure enough, in the latter half of the night after the live stream ended, many entertainment reporters' TikTok accounts started bringing up this topic.
#Can TikTok investors arbitrarily ban accounts?
After one person made a video, other bloggers started staying up all night to create their own.
They are attempting to reignite the previous controversy.
However, these smear campaigns against Jiang Cheng had only been around for a short time.
It was removed at an extremely fast speed, leaving not a trace.
Instead, the authorities stepped in directly.
Not only did they announce that all the donations from Qiao Yinyin's live stream would be unconditionally donated to several orphanages.
They also spoke out through official accounts and partner media.
She successively posted hashtags such as #QiaoYinyin'sLiveStreamPositiveEnergy# and #QiaoYinyinSpreadsWarmthThroughDonations#.
Dou praised her for taking the initiative to make donations and putting public welfare into practice.
These positive hashtags quickly went viral on Douyin, instantly shifting public opinion.
Not only did no one mention Jiang Cheng, but Qiao Yinyin's reputation was even elevated to a model position.
The following day was Qingming Festival.
The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, and the guard stood there.
The hazy mist added to the solemnity and tranquility of the courtyard.
Unlike the bustling crowds and flying paper money of ordinary people's Qingming Festival, the Qingming here is restrained and quiet.
Because it was a holiday, everyone in the mansion looked very solemn, and even their voices were much quieter than usual.
Due to their special status, the Jiang family did not hold their ancestral worship ceremony at a public cemetery, but instead set up a simple yet solemn altar at home.
On the altar were the ancestral tablets of the family and small portraits of several deceased revolutionary predecessors.
Jiang Cheng glanced at it; the offerings weren't particularly large or elaborate.
Instead, it mainly features simple and elegant seasonal fruits, light tea, and pastries.
Several bunches of fresh yellow and white chrysanthemums were placed nearby, making it look particularly elegant.
The great-grandfather, dressed in a dark Zhongshan suit, stood up straight and personally arranged the items on the altar.
Jiang Cheng changed into a well-fitting black suit, toning down his usual casualness and appearing exceptionally composed, while helping to hand over things.
He had never experienced such a ceremonial program before when he was in Chengdu.
Although we had worshipped our ancestors during the Lunar New Year before, the Lunar New Year is, after all, a joyous occasion.
It feels different from the kind of programs that are specifically for remembrance nowadays.
Second Grandfather Jiang Chenghong and Jiang Cheng's mother Li Yan were also dressed in plain clothes and stood aside.
None of them spoke.
After the altar was set up, the traditional etiquette was followed, with incense being offered, bowing, and tea being served in turn.
Jiang Cheng followed the procedure very seriously, bowing meticulously.
Unlike some ordinary people who have no feeling for traditional festivals.
In Jiang Cheng's view, this kind of program is not feudal superstition.
Instead, it is a way to express remembrance of one's blood ancestors through festivals.
It is also a sign of reverence for a certain kind of spiritual heritage.
The Qingming Festival commemorates not only bloodlines, but also glorious years and an unwavering belief.
Only after completing these tasks did the group stop.
At this moment, my great-grandfather stood in front of the altar, gazing at the ancestral tablets and those yellowed photographs.
His gaze was deep, as if piercing through time, as if he were having a silent conversation with his family, old comrades, and old brothers.
After staring at the memorial tablets for a while, he whispered a few words.
"Everything is fine at home, the younger generation is doing well, don't worry."
Grandpa's voice wasn't loud, but it contained a heavy weight of power.
After the simple ceremony, the family moved to the living room.
Grandpa sat in the main seat, looking at the spring scenery outside the window, and slowly spoke, his tone filled with reminiscence.
"Thinking back to those days, there are very few of the old friends who went abroad to study with me and those who helped build Shanghai.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Cheng, Jiang Chenghong, and Li Yan.
“Your great-grandfather, and the grandfathers in the photo, didn’t get to see the good life we have now. When we celebrate Qingming Festival, it’s not just to commemorate them personally, but also to remember what they fought for and to remember the path we came from.”
Li Yan, dressed simply, chimed in softly, "Dad, Jianming may not be back, but he's always on my mind. He's working there, following your and the teachings of his predecessors, wanting to do more practical things for the local people."
Grandpa nodded: "Jianming did the right thing. He should do his job. People like us should know even more about the meaning of responsibility."
After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Jiang Cheng again.
"Cheng'er, you've started taking over the family business now. Remember, in business, integrity is fundamental, but it's even more important to give back to society. Our family's success today is thanks to the country and the people. Take from society, give back to society—that's the saying I'm giving you today. I hope you'll never forget this principle."
These words, though not harsh, struck Jiang Cheng's heart like a hammer blow.
This was the first time his great-grandfather had spoken to him in the tone of an elder.
Although his two grandfathers usually doted on him and never said anything harsh to him.
But today's words are not only Grandpa's expectations, but also an invisible family rule.
Jiang Chenghong, standing to the side, also spoke with red eyes and a hoarse voice: "Cheng'er, your great-grandfather is right. You are the only child in our Jiang family now, and the burden you will bear in the future will be heavier than ours. There is just too much left in the family."
Jiang Cheng looked at his second grandfather and clearly saw that his eyes were red.
His eyes held an undisguised sadness and solemnity.
He nodded solemnly: "I understand."
At this moment, Jiang Cheng completely understood his second grandfather's emotions.
It is said that people tend to become more sentimental as they get older.
That's because as the body's organs age, seeing those tragic events feels like seeing one's own end.
As people age, witnessing the passing down of family traditions and the continuation of the clan on such a festival inevitably brings to mind their own impending death.
This sense of despondency and melancholy is enough to evoke empathy.
Seeing this, the great-grandfather reached out and gently patted Jiang Chenghong's shoulder, his tone softening with the comfort of an elder brother: "Alright, Chenghong, don't think too much about it. The most important thing right now is to take good care of your health."
Jiang Cheng also chimed in, "Second Master, don't worry. I will definitely find a way to cure your illness. Medical technology is constantly advancing. Whatever you need, I will find it and ask for it."
Seeing Jiang Cheng's serious expression, Jiang Chenghong felt a warm current surge in his heart.
He knows his own body best.
Although she has recently received the best treatment and her health seems to have improved somewhat, the shadow of late-stage cancer hangs like a sword of Damocles, and no one knows when it will fall.
He knew the illness was probably incurable, but the child's intention was enough.
"No need, I'm already this old. When you have time in the future, come back and visit me during the Qingming Festival."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown.
It's true that he has the healing cards that Jiang Chenghong used on him, but Jiang Chenghong himself doesn't know it.
While it's important for sick people to actively seek treatment, their mindset is also crucial.
Now that things have come to this, Jiang Cheng feels it is necessary to resort to some white lies.
Jiang Cheng considered his words carefully, then looked at Jiang Chenghong with a somewhat conflicted expression.
"Second Master, I didn't really want to tell you about this, but seeing your state today, I feel I should."