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"Mr. Lin is truly a warm-hearted person," the lawyer said while adjusting the online banking system for him. "Just established and already planning to donate one hundred thousand?"
"Well... just testing the waters," Lin Xiaofan replied, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
After the lawyer left, he immediately logged onto the Cancer Foundation's donation page and entered the amount: 100,000 yuan. A success notification chimed, and he held his breath, waiting for the system to respond.
Ten seconds passed.
A minute passed.
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 Ban】
Lin Xiaofan felt darkness closing in around him. He trembled as he tried to log into his Cancer Foundation account—password incorrect. He dialed the lawyer's number—turned off. Rushing back to the law firm—its doors were locked, a notice reading "Temporarily Closed" posted on the entrance.
"Scammers... all of them..."
He slumped down on the steps in front of 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 earpiece. "President Wang just came by for an inspection and specifically asked to see your sales data for this month! How dare you skip work?!"
"Supervisor Zhang, I..."
"No need to explain! Don't bother coming in tomorrow! You can forget about this month's salary too!"
The call was abruptly ended. Lin Xiaofan sat there dazed on the steps as dusk gradually enveloped the city. His phone screen still displayed that blood-red warning, like a loud slap to his face.
Time passed without him noticing, and Lin Xiaofan dragged his heavy footsteps toward the bus stop. The October night breeze carried a chill that penetrated his thin shirt. As he passed under a footbridge, a faint coughing sound caught his attention.
In the shadows beneath the bridge sat an elderly man with graying hair. The old man was wrapped in a tattered military coat, beside him lay a chipped enamel mug with a few coins scattered inside.
Lin Xiaofan instinctively reached into his pocket—besides his phone, there was 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 jingle softly.
Lin Xiaofan walked towards the convenience store across the overpass as if guided by fate. 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 and two tea eggs.
Upon returning under 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 it hungrily.
"Slow down, it's hot..." Lin Xiaofan instinctively said, then realized the concern in his tone and was momentarily taken aback.
The old man looked up, grinning with his toothless smile. "Young man... good deeds will be rewarded..."
Lin Xiaofan smiled wryly and shook his head, turning to leave. After taking a few steps, his phone suddenly vibrated. He pulled it out to see a notification from the system:
【Detected a sincere act of kindness】
【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 his enamel cup towards him, as if offering a toast.
In the night breeze, Lin Xiaofan pondered for the first time: what exactly did this mysterious system want him to do?
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