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"Enough! That's more than enough!" Director Wang exclaimed, nearly sliding off his chair in excitement. "We can finalize the proposal tomorrow..."
"There's a condition," Lin Xiaofan interrupted him. "The end credits must include 'This film is fully sponsored by Mr. Lin Xiaofan,' for no less than ten seconds, and it must feature my photo and contact information."
Director Wang's smile froze on his face. "This... this isn't standard practice, is it? Public service films typically don't involve commercial interests..."
"Add fifty thousand," Lin Xiaofan said, raising a finger. "In cash."
The office fell silent for a few seconds, the only sound being the hum of the computer fan. Director Wang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he finally nodded heavily.
As Lin Xiaofan left the advertising company, he felt particularly elated. The system's "indirect revenue" feature seemed tailor-made for him! Once the documentary aired, he would not only be able to cash out a significant sum but also gain exposure that might even resolve his employment issues.
Suddenly, his phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
"Lin Xiaofan?" Su Yuqing's voice was as cold as ice. "What do you mean by this?"
Lin Xiaofan was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Stop playing dumb!" Su Yuqing nearly shouted. "I just got a call from Principal Li saying you contacted them about reshooting some documentary? And that you want the kids to hold thank-you signs?"
Lin Xiaofan's heart sank—he hadn't expected the news to spread so quickly.
"This is a win-win situation," he tried to explain. "The documentary can help the school gain more attention and donations..."
"That's nonsense!" Su Yuqing rarely cursed, but now she did. "You just want to use those kids as props to promote yourself!"
The two argued fiercely over the phone. Lin Xiaofan emphasized his financial investment, while Su Yuqing accused him of exploiting impoverished children. Finally, she dropped a bombshell: "If you dare to bother those kids, I'll report your foundation to the civil affairs bureau!" Then she hung up with a sharp click.
Standing on the bustling street, Lin Xiaofan listened to the busy tone echoing in his ear. Passersby glanced curiously at the young man staring blankly at his phone, unaware of the veins bulging on his forehead and his clenched fists.
"Damn it!" He kicked an empty soda can down the street.
Back in his rented apartment, Lin Xiaofan collapsed onto the sofa. The landlord's considerate lock replacement service had cost him two thousand yuan, but at least he wouldn't have to sleep on the streets. He turned on the television; local news was covering a charity gala hosted by some entrepreneur, showing tables laden with delicacies and guests wearing insincere smiles.
"Hypocrites..." Lin Xiaofan scoffed but suddenly remembered the meager scraps of meat floating in the bowls of children in the mountains.
His phone vibrated; it was a draft proposal from Director Wang. Lin Xiaofan skimmed through it and frowned deeper—everywhere were phrases like "heart-wrenching" and "tear-jerking," with suggestions to find particularly unfortunate children to "highlight."
【System Notification】
【Potential ethical risks detected】
【Recommendation: Reassess collaboration partners】
Lin Xiaofan irritably dismissed the notification. All he wanted now was to finish this damn documentary quickly, cash out his money, and then...
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