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"Ding ding ding—"
The harsh sound of the alarm clock jolted Lin Xiaofan awake from his stupor. He abruptly turned over and bumped his forehead hard against the upper bunk, the pain instantly bringing him to full consciousness. This wasn’t his rented apartment; it was the cheapest private room at the Fast Internet Cafe near the university town.
"Damn it!" Lin Xiaofan rubbed the rapidly swelling bump on his forehead as memories from last night surged back like a tidal wave.
He trembled as he lit up his phone screen: 8:47 AM, just 13 minutes until he had to clock in for work. The bank app icon on the screen seemed to glow with a magical allure. Taking a deep breath, he tapped it open—balance: 10,147.85 yuan.
"This isn’t a dream... it’s really not a dream..."
Lin Xiaofan's finger left a trail of sweat on the screen. He flipped through his bank statements over and over again, finally pinching his thigh hard. The pain mixed with euphoria made his heart race as if it would leap out of his chest.
A knock sounded on the glass door of the internet cafe, and a bleached-blonde attendant peeked in. "Hey man, your time's up. Wanna renew?"
"No, I’m good," Lin Xiaofan replied hoarsely, suddenly remembering something. "Wait, can you print stuff here?"
Ten minutes later, Lin Xiaofan burst out of the cafe clutching a stack of freshly printed documents. The morning sun pierced his eyes painfully, but he couldn’t afford to care—he had spent the entire night researching the registration process for charities on the cafe’s computer.
"Hello? Supervisor Zhang? I need to take a sick leave this morning... Yes, acute gastroenteritis... I’ll definitely be there in the afternoon..."
After hanging up, Lin Xiaofan dashed to the nearest seal-making shop. The shop owner was busy doing her nails and didn’t look up as she asked, "What do you need?"
"Registering a Cancer Foundation." Lin Xiaofan slammed the printed materials onto the counter. "How fast can you get it done?"
Only then did she lift her head, sizing him up with disdain as she noted his wrinkled shirt and cracked shoes. She snorted lightly, "For a full set of materials, including approval from the civil affairs bureau, it’ll be 8,000 yuan. You can get your certificate in three days."
"8,000?" Lin Xiaofan gasped.
"Too expensive?" The shop owner rolled her eyes. "Young man, do you know how long the proper process takes? At least two months!"
Lin Xiaofan gritted his teeth and pulled out his phone. He found last night’s donation record to the Cancer Foundation and calculated based on the hundredfold return rule—if he donated 8,000...
"Can I pay a deposit first? I’ll come back this afternoon to pay the full amount."
The shop owner scoffed, "If you’re broke, don’t pretend to start a Cancer Foundation."
Lin Xiaofan bolted out of the seal-making shop, sweat soaking through his back. He stood by the roadside, breathing heavily. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon a sign across the street for a legal consulting firm.
"Agent registration... charity organization..."
An hour later, Lin Xiaofan exited the legal consulting firm with a receipt and a stack of stamped blank documents in hand. The lawyer wearing gold-rimmed glasses patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Lin, we can process your 'Xiao Fan Love Fund' this afternoon. One hundred thousand includes registration funds and our service fee—it’s quite a deal."
One hundred thousand. Lin Xiaofan swallowed hard. According to the system’s rules, he needed to donate one thousand yuan first.
He stood at the entrance of a café beneath the law firm building, trembling fingers operating his phone. After transferring one thousand yuan for donation, almost instantly came a bank notification: [Income 100,000 yuan Note: Goodwill Return].
"Hahaha!" Lin Xiaofan almost jumped up in the street. He suppressed his overwhelming joy and immediately transferred one hundred thousand yuan to the lawyer.
Everything that followed went incredibly smoothly. At two o'clock in the afternoon, he received the registration certificate and official seal for the "Xiao Fan Love Fund." By three, he had opened an account for the Cancer Foundation at the bank. At four, he sat in front of the computer at the law firm, ready to make his first "self-donation."
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