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"Mr. Lin is truly a warm-hearted person," the lawyer said as he helped him adjust the online banking system. "You’re planning to donate a hundred thousand right after establishing the foundation?"
"Yeah... just testing the waters," Lin Xiaofan replied, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Once the lawyer left, he immediately logged into the foundation's donation page and entered the amount: 100,000 yuan. The success notification chimed, and he held his breath, waiting for the system to respond.
Ten seconds passed.
A minute went by.
His phone remained silent.
"What’s going on?" Sweat dripped from Lin Xiaofan's forehead onto the screen. He frantically refreshed the banking app, but the balance remained unchanged.
Suddenly, the phone screen turned blood red, and a line of bold black text appeared:
[Fraud Detection!]
[First Violation Penalty: Funds Frozen for 72 Hours]
[Warning: Further Violations Will Result in Permanent Account Suspension]
Lin Xiaofan felt darkness closing in around him. He trembled as he tried to log into the foundation account—password incorrect. He called the lawyer—phone turned off. He rushed back to the law firm—the door was locked, with a sign posted that read "Temporarily Closed."
"Scammers... all of them..."
He slumped down on the steps outside the firm as his phone suddenly rang. It was Supervisor Zhang.
"Lin Xiaofan! Where the hell are you? You haven’t answered your phone all afternoon!" The supervisor's roar nearly shattered the receiver. "President Wang just came by for an inspection and specifically asked to see this month's sales data! How dare you skip work?!"
"Supervisor Zhang, I..."
"No need for explanations! Don’t bother coming in tomorrow! You can forget about this month's salary too!"
The call ended abruptly. Lin Xiaofan sat there on the steps as dusk gradually enveloped the city. His phone screen still displayed that blood-red warning, like a stinging slap to his face.
He didn’t know how long he sat there before dragging his heavy feet toward the bus stop. The October night breeze carried a chill that pierced through his thin shirt. As he passed under a bridge, a faint coughing sound caught his attention.
In the shadows beneath the bridge sat an elderly man with graying hair, curled up in a tattered military coat. Next to him lay a chipped enamel mug with a few coins scattered inside.
Lin Xiaofan instinctively checked his pockets—besides his phone, he had only a crumpled twenty-yuan bill left. This was all he had now.
"System frozen... lost my job... rent overdue..." He chuckled bitterly to himself, "I’m not much better off than you."
The old man looked up, his murky eyes reflecting the light from the streetlamp. He extended a calloused hand and gently shook the enamel mug, causing the coins inside to clink together with a clear sound.
Lin Xiaofan walked unknowingly towards the convenience store across the overpass. He hesitated for a long time in front of the hot food counter, ultimately deciding on the cheapest option: a bowl of century egg and lean pork congee, along with two tea eggs.
Upon returning to the area beneath the overpass, he handed the food to an elderly man. The old man paused for a moment, trembling as he accepted it, then began to devour the meal hungrily.
"Slow down, it's hot..." Lin Xiaofan instinctively said, only to realize the concern in his tone, leaving him momentarily stunned.
The old man looked up, grinning with his toothless smile. "Young man... good deeds will be rewarded..."
Lin Xiaofan forced a bitter smile and shook his head, turning to leave. After taking a few steps, his phone suddenly vibrated. He pulled it out to see a system notification:
[Detected sincere good deed]
[Special Reward: 5000 yuan available funds]
[Note: No act of kindness is too small; what matters is sincerity]
Lin Xiaofan's eyes widened as he gripped his phone tightly. He abruptly turned back to look at the elderly man—who was now holding the warm congee and raising a porcelain cup towards him as if offering a toast.
In the night breeze, Lin Xiaofan found himself pondering for the first time: what exactly did this mysterious system want him to do?
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