Chapter 2: Chapter 2: When Poverty Meets a System
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### **Chapter: The Broke
Lin Feng’s mattress springs groaned as he stared at the water stain on his ceiling that vaguely resembled a middle finger. His phone buzzed—probably another collection notice.
But the screen glowed an unnatural blue.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations! The Wealth System has chosen you!]
He sat up so fast his spine cracked.
"...The fuck?"
The characters pulsed like a neon sign in Hong Kong’s red-light district. Lin Feng pinched himself. Hard.
A voice like ice-cold baijiu poured into his skull:
[Stop gaping like a dead fish. Yes, I’m real.]
Lin Feng’s cheap fan sputtered in the corner like it was laughing at him.
The System explained with the patience of a mahjong auntie scamming newcomers:
1. Spend on women → Their favorability = your ROI
2. No trash gifts → Luxury only (that ¥200 fake Gucci belt? Instant -10% favorability)
3. Challenges → Random bullshit like "Buy a yacht in 30 mins or lose 50% returns"
Lin Feng rubbed his temples. "So I’m basically a sugar daddy with extra steps?"
[Sugar daddies are pathetic. You’re a...] A pause. [Financial dominatrix.]
His phone dinged again.
[Starter Bonus:¥5,000 ]
[PS: Don’t blow it all on ramen, loser.]
The deposit notification appeared. Real. Verified.
Lin Feng’s hands shook—not from excitement, but from three straight months of vitamin D deficiency.
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The convenience store auntie nearly dropped her cigarette when Lin Feng returned—not for discount noodles, but for the most expensive imported chocolate in stock (¥488, wrapped in gold foil that probably cost ¥487).
"Who’s the lucky girl?" she smirked.
"My future." He grabbed a Red Bull. "And this."
[Target Acquired: Cashier Wang Lihua]
[Current Favorability: 15% (She thinks you’re less pathetic)]
The System groaned.
[Not her, you idiot! She’s 52 and married!]
Lin Feng shrugged. "Worth a shot."