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The torrential rain lashed against the windows of the returning bus as Lin Xiaofan stared at the blurred mountain scenery outside, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the screen of his phone. Three days without signal in the mountainous region had caused him to miss seventeen missed calls and over thirty debt collection messages, but the seven-figure balance quietly resting in his account made those red notifications seem trivial.
"Here."
Su Yuqing suddenly handed him a plastic bag containing two steaming tea eggs and a bottle of mineral water. Lin Xiaofan was taken aback—this was the first time she had spoken to him in five days.
"Thank you." He took the food, his fingertips brushing against Su Yuqing's cold hand, which felt almost lifeless.
Su Yuqing quickly withdrew her hand and turned to look out the other window. The rainwater meandered down the glass like a small river, obscuring her profile. Ever since their argument two days ago about the distribution of "financial aid for impoverished students," the atmosphere between them had dropped to freezing point.
Lin Xiaofan peeled open one of the tea eggs, and the aroma awakened his long-suppressed hunger. On their last night in the mountains, he had given his dinner—a bowl of thin porridge with a few leafy greens—to a little girl who used a fertilizer bag as a backpack. The system rewarded him with double cash back for that, but the gnawing emptiness in his stomach was all too real.
"Arriving at: Chengnan Bus Station. Please prepare to disembark..."
As the mechanical voice announced their arrival, Lin Xiaofan realized he had fallen asleep. He sat up abruptly, feeling a lingering chill on his shoulder—Su Yuqing's hair had somehow brushed against his shirt.
Outside the station, the city's clamor surged like a tide. The sounds of horns, street vendors, and ringing phones intertwined, forming a stark contrast to the silence of the mountains. Lin Xiaofan took a deep breath of air laced with exhaust fumes and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"I'm leaving first." Su Yuqing turned to leave, dragging her suitcase behind her.
"Wait!" Lin Xiaofan called out impulsively, "About... the accounts..."
Su Yuqing paused but did not turn around. "I'll send it to your email."
Her slender figure quickly vanished into the crowd. Lin Xiaofan stood still, suddenly noticing that his leather shoes were caked in mud, making them look unrecognizable compared to the shiny shoes around him. He chuckled self-deprecatingly and pulled out his phone to check system messages.
[Task Completion: 92%]
[New Feature Unlocked: Indirect Income]
[Note: Commercial value generated through charitable acts can be partially withdrawn]
[Current Withdrawable Ratio: 5%]
Lin Xiaofan's eyes brightened instantly. Based on his current balance, 5% meant he could immediately withdraw nearly one hundred thousand in cash! But when he excitedly clicked the withdrawal button, a warning popped up from the system:
[No valid commercial activity detected]
[Please create commercial value related to charity first]
A taxi pulled up in front of him as the driver impatiently honked. Lin Xiaofan opened the door, and a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.
"Driver, take me to the Creative Industry Park—faster!"
The office of Aurora Media was even more shabby than he had imagined. At the end of a corridor with peeling walls, a scruffy middle-aged man was puffing smoke at his computer. The desk was cluttered with instant noodle cups and empty beer cans; the only decent piece of equipment was a camera labeled "Valuable Item."
"Director Wang, right?" Lin Xiaofan knocked on the open door. "I'm Lin Xiaofan, the one you spoke with on the phone."
The man looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in his bloodshot eyes. "Mr. Lin! Please, come in!" He hurriedly cleared a chair and wiped off the dust with his sleeve. Lin Xiaofan noticed several dusty trophies piled in the corner, one of which was engraved with "Best Public Service Advertisement of the Year."
"I heard you want to make a documentary?" Director Wang asked, rubbing his hands together.
Lin Xiaofan nodded and pulled out his phone to show a few pictures of children from the mountainous region. "I want your team to accompany me into the mountains to film a documentary about impoverished children."
Director Wang's eyes widened. "This... this is a big project! The budget..."
"Five hundred thousand. Is that enough?" Lin Xiaofan said casually.
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