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The morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains, and Lin Xiaofan squinted at his phone—5:30 AM. It was the seventh day since he checked into this budget hotel. The springs in the mattress dug into his back painfully, but at least it was more comfortable than a gaming café.
"Ding dong—"
The notification sound from the banking app echoed sharply in the quiet room. Lin Xiaofan sat up abruptly, rubbing his eyes at the numbers on the screen: a balance of 1,287,652 yuan. This was the amount returned to him by the system under the guise of a "Crisis Response Package" after his anonymous donation.
"That's way too much..." he murmured to himself, his finger hovering over the screen, hesitating to confirm.
In the past week, the media storm had miraculously calmed down. The focus shifted to Zhao Tianming's tax issues, and the topic of "finding the anonymous donor" gradually lost steam. What surprised Lin Xiaofan the most was that the system's return multiplier had quietly increased to 120%, and the withdrawal limit had been relaxed to 15%.
His phone vibrated suddenly—it was a text from Su Yuqing: "See you at two this afternoon, same place. We have a project to discuss."
A brief message, yet Lin Xiaofan read it four or five times. Ever since public opinion turned in his favor, Su Yuqing had reached out to him three times, transitioning from an initial apology to inquiries about projects; her softened attitude made him somewhat uneasy.
As the sunlight grew stronger, Lin Xiaofan pulled back the curtains and looked down at the busy breakfast stall below. The woman selling pancakes moved quickly, always handing food to customers with a genuine smile. He suddenly recalled a little girl in Mountainous Primary School's cafeteria who used a fertilizer bag as a backpack, her serious expression while serving food.
"Maybe... that's the key?" A thought flashed through his mind.
Lin Xiaofan opened his notebook and quickly jotted down this new discovery: when he did not deliberately seek returns, the system rewarded him even more. This applied to his anonymous donation as well as his previous trip to the mountains.
"True charity + soft marketing..." He drew a circle on paper. "Do real good deeds but allow for reasonable commercial exposure."
At 1:50 PM, Lin Xiaofan arrived early at the agreed café. He had deliberately changed into a new shirt and got a haircut; he didn't want Su Yuqing to see him looking disheveled.
"You’re early."
A familiar voice came from behind him. Su Yuqing wore a light blue shirt today, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, with faint dark circles under her eyes.
"Thank you for what you did regarding the mountain situation," Lin Xiaofan blurted out.
Su Yuqing paused for a moment before shaking her head. "I just spoke the truth." She set down her briefcase and pulled out a stack of documents. "Take a look at this—the Left-behind Children Art Education Program."
For the next half hour, Lin Xiaofan listened intently as Su Yuqing explained the project details. The plan aimed to provide art and music courses for children in mountainous areas, but it had a meager budget of only two hundred thousand yuan.
"I’ve calculated it," Su Yuqing said, biting on her pen cap. "If we cut administrative expenses and find some volunteers, we might barely manage for three schools for half a year..."
"I'll give you two million." Lin Xiaofan said suddenly.
Su Yuqing dropped her pen on the floor. "What?"
"Two million as an initial investment." Lin Xiaofan leaned forward. "But I have conditions—complete transparency in accounts, moderate publicity allowed, and no gray transactions."
This was precisely what Su Yuqing had been advocating for on social media—a concept of "transparent charity." She narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized Lin Xiaofan, seemingly assessing whether there was a trap behind this sudden generosity.
"Why so suddenly..."
"Because I discovered a secret," Lin Xiaofan said with a smile. "Even the most self-serving act of kindness is better than the highest form of indifference. But what if we could make 'self-interest' transparent and controllable?"
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the table between them, where the edges of the documents shimmered with a faint golden hue. Su Yuqing's fingertips gently tapped on the coffee cup, producing a crisp sound.
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