Searching for Treasures in the Clouds

Yu Ru didn't learn the details of her manager's public embarrassment until after her engagement party. She hadn't expected him to be electrocuted while turning off the power and need emergency medical help. It was a rare event. Even if it were a made-up story, it would have sounded outrageous, but she didn't expect it to be true. She didn't know if he was dead or not, but the only thing she knew for sure was that the videos went viral, causing quite a stir online in Han Country.

At the moment, the manager should be too busy to take care of others, and Park Ya-yeon is safe for the time being.

"Mom, if that manager goes to the hospital, Park Ya-yeon will be safe, right? We don't have to worry about her anymore." Shan Ci asked. Yu Ru was half lying on the bed eating her favorite rice milk peach gum soup, and Shan Ci was standing next to her, watching her.

"It's safe for now. That mess is enough for him to deal with. With so many things going on, he should have no time to play tricks on others. Plus, those virus files he sent out caused people's money to be transferred away. He also needs to deal with the relationships with people around him." After saying that, Yu Ru scooped a big spoonful of peach gum and put it in his mouth, until his mouth was stuffed full.

"Mom, are we just going to let Park Ya-yeon off like this? Why does it feel like we're not punishing her, but actually helping her? (.???)?"

"Yeah, so I'll contact her later and ask her to transfer money to me and assign her a task."

"Mom, what can she do? She just begs you and cries.?[┐'_'┌]?"

"She's an internet celebrity with a lot of fans online. We'll ask her to promote our culture in the future."

As they were talking on their phones, Park Ya-yeon sent a message, and Shan Ci was the first to detect it. "Mom, that Han country guy sent you a message."

"Then let's take a look now." Yu Ru casually placed the peach gum in her hand on the bedside table, then stood up and walked to the table beside her to check the messages on the computer.

Park Ya-yeon: God's messenger, I have good news. The manager seems to have been electrocuted and is now in the hospital. His crime is now known to everyone. Did you do all this? (Korean)

Yu Ru: If not me, who else could have done this? Transfer 3 yuan to me. (Korean)

Park Yayan readily transferred 3 yuan and continued, "God's Messenger, I really don't know how to thank you. My family and I should be safe now, right?" (Korean)

Yu Ru: You're safe for now. The manager can't do anything to you now. Although your family was captured by his men, they haven't had time to do anything to them yet. Your family is fine; they haven't been injected with anything strange. As long as they act cautiously and keep a low profile, and don't get too close in public, you'll be safe.

Park Ya-yeon: That’s great, thank you, thank you.

Yu Ru: Okay, that's all I can do for you. Remember, you have to give me 20,000 yuan every month. Transfer it here, and don't bother me unless necessary. Also, I want you to spare no effort in promoting Chinese culture. You're a designer, and as a good designer, you can't create beautiful works without understanding history. Therefore, you have a responsibility to present accurate historical information to your audience. You can draw on Chinese culture to create your designs, but you must clearly communicate that they are Chinese.

The best way to get along with people from other countries is to face your own history, face the history of others, and respect and understand each other in truth and reality. Fighting each other will only lead to mutual destruction. Justice and fairness are the path to greater happiness for humanity. I hope you understand this truth. If I find out again that you plagiarize culture, blur history, and do bad things to disgust the Chinese people, your life will return to its original state: watched by thousands of people. No matter who you are, I will punish you with divine retribution and make you pay for your mistakes.

On the other side of the screen, Park Yayan's expression, originally jubilant, subsided after reading these words. This was a difficult task, and she wasn't sure she could complete it. After staring at the screen for a long moment, she replied, "Okay, I understand. I'll do it." Then... God's Messenger, it seems that there was a heated discussion online in China recently about that competition. Should I take the initiative to admit my mistake and tell everyone that this is Chinese culture? (Korean)

After receiving the message, Yu Ru checked it and frowned slightly. "This Han country girl is really wishful thinking. How can she give her such a good thing?"

Yu Ru had already anticipated the netizens' reaction if she actually made this clarification. The result would undoubtedly be Park Ya-yeon's fame and fortune. Netizens would praise her for having a conscience, inviting her to their homes and praising her for her righteousness and willingness to step forward and clarify amidst the public outcry. Admitting one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue. No one would know the immense effort she, the driving force behind all this, had put in to make it happen. The thought of that outcome was sickening.

What's more, the focus of the public opinion storm caused by the competition was not on her, a Han Chinese, but on the people who guided and supported her in doing so. Those corrupt people were the ones who should be exposed and retaliated against the most - spies.

Yu Ru rejected her proposal without hesitation: "There's no need for that. You should just stay in your own country." The Chinese people all know that ink painting belongs to the Chinese. You just don't know. You only need to clarify that ink painting belongs to the Chinese in your own territory. Clarifying something that the Chinese already know belongs to them in China is foolish and unnecessary. (Korean)

"Yes, I understand, Messenger of God." (Korean)

"Okay, it's nothing. Stop harassing me. Goodbye. Also, I want to emphasize again that I hope you will keep your promise and stick to it." (Korean)

Elsewhere, Park Ya-yeon watched the words on the screen, sensing the other person's resoluteness. She felt a strange sense of sadness. In her most helpless and painful moments, no one could help her, dared to help her, or was willing to help her. Only this so-called God suddenly appeared. Everything seemed like a miracle created just for her, leaving her feeling incredulous. So, is there really a God in this world?

Maybe……

Perhaps the one manipulating all this might be someone in a higher position of power rather than "God", but it is undeniable that this did alleviate her pain, and she was very grateful to this messenger who suddenly appeared.

After a long moment of reflection, she sent a message: "God's Messenger, please rest assured. I will do as you say. After this incident, I have come to a profound realization of the error of my past actions. I shamelessly stole culture and humiliated the Chinese people. Back then, I was naive and believed that everything was as I imagined it would be.

Only now have I seen a wider world. I finally understand that my previous education was flawed, deliberately misguided, raising me to be such a despicable person. And I was so foolish, completely unaware of the reality of everything, unwilling to actively seek the truth, and content with the status quo. I used to really hate China and its people, but after studying abroad here, I've experienced a lot of kindness. Although Chinese and Han people often argue and belittle each other online, in real life, I always encounter Chinese people who are eager to help me. My view of China has completely changed.

So, in order to repay the kindness shown to me by the Chinese people and your kindness to me, I will do my best to complete the task you have given me. (Korean)