Over the past six months, Qing Yun had faced quite a few choices.
Several leading companies had extended olive branches, offering generous salaries, excellent positions, and promising career development paths. His advisor hoped he would stay on for further study and had even already arranged a direction for his future research.
A senior acquaintance he got along well with had also seemingly casually remarked over dinner a few days earlier, "With your abilities, pursuing public affairs might well be a good choice, if you're willing."
He had said no more, but that was enough.
Yun Qing understood. If that senior was willing to give him a helping hand, that road would be smooth as well.
He stood at a crucial crossroads in his life, and someone had already opened the first door for him along every path ahead.
It was rather remarkable, really.
He had been born in a remote rural orphanage, with no family to rely on, no resources or background, and no connections to support him. His greatest childhood wish had simply been to leave that orphanage one day.
Then came studying, exams, and competitions. He kept moving forward, gained admission to Capital University, and fought his way out of the encirclement of countless heaven-blessed talents, gradually reaching where he stood today.
Yun Qing had always felt he was lucky. He had met many good people along the way.
The elderly director at the orphanage, the teacher who waived his secondary school tuition and fees, the homeroom teacher who secured his place in competitions. And the university advisor and senior acquaintances who were willing to give him opportunities.
That was why he rarely lamented the unfairness of fate. Life was simply a matter of cutting through mountains when they blocked his way and building bridges when he came