The Most Random System

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Almost felt guilty about taking the commission fee.

But on the way to driving Lin Li to the second-hand car dealership parking lot, Brother Sun instantly felt maybe he should take the money after all.

After all, it’s hard to imagine, having a passenger ask you questions like "Brother Sun, with so many skewers at your BBQ place, are there people always flaming you online, even threatening to skewer you to death," or "Brother Sun, do you think the business experience of running a BBQ joint can work in a funeral home, and from an energy-saving perspective, would combining funerals with BBQs be more profitable?"

These questions made Brother Sun’s mind feel completely unblocked.

Guilt? What does that mean?

In any case, the ride deepened Brother Sun’s understanding of Lin Li.

Obviously, a parking lot for non-luxury second-hand cars can’t be in the downtown area, so after driving for a little over twenty minutes, they arrived at a place that was somewhat the edge of city and country. This place was relatively desolate, most of it still awaiting development, and the rent was cheap.

After all, when Brother Sun inquired about Lin Li’s requirements, Lin Li, who actually hadn’t planned on really buying, directly stated his budget was limited, so Brother Sun naturally wouldn’t contact those dealers with relatively high-end vehicles.

"We’ll be there in about five minutes, just wait a bit in the car."

Upon reaching the parking lot entrance and finding the gate locked, Brother Sun contacted the other party, received an answer, and relayed it to Lin Li.

"Okay, okay."

Lin Li nodded indifferently, but rather than waiting in the car, he got out to observe the parking lot.

The parking lot was surrounded by a stone wall about two meters high. The walls were mottled, littered with traces of weathering and some stubborn, dry vines.

Sharp, climb-deterring broken glass was embedded at the top of the wall, glinting coldly. Apparently thinking this wasn’t enough, there was also a ring of barbed wire wrapped around the enclosure.

Facing the road, there was a window set into the wall with large panels of frosted glass.

This glass probably didn’t get much use, its surface covered in dust and grime, like a layer of murky film that distorted and blurred everything inside the wall.

Lin Li leaned in a bit to try and make out the interior of the parking lot, but could only vaguely discern, amidst the flickering, distorted dim light beyond the glass, the outlines of several rows of vehicles at different heights and some piles of clutter.

Hearing a strange sound beneath his feet, Lin Li looked down, then raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "What the heck?"

"What’s up, Lin Li?" Brother Sun, who had turned off the car, got out upon hearing this and looked over questioningly.

"Found some money." Lin Li said, looking down at a banknote pinned by a stone.

Ten yuan.

Brother Sun clapped his hands suddenly, "Lin Li, I remember now, I lost five yuan here before, it must’ve merged with other people’s fives to form your ten, remember to give me back my five later."

Lin Li gave a thumbs up, praising this explanation.

"What the heck?"

"What now?" On hearing Lin Li’s second exclamation, Brother Sun looked over again.

"This money was left here on purpose."

"Huh?" Brother Sun approached and then saw that the ten yuan in Lin Li’s hand was accompanied by a piece of paper, with rough handwriting saying — "By taking this, you’ve borrowed a year of lifespan, thanks."

Is there a hospital nearby?

After all, in theory, this type of money is most frequently found near hospitals.

"Ha—" Brother Sun couldn’t help but snicker, "Seriously, this is way too stingy."

Other people play this lifespan-borrowing money game with bigger notes, but here you want to do it with ten yuan, what a joke.

This kind of thing, if you believe it, it’s true; if not, there’s ten yuan.

Though borrowing lifespan money does carry risks, Brother Sun once picked up three hundred and nearly ate himself to death.

"Just take it, there’s this saying, accepting a gift doesn’t mean consent, snatch it quick."

Brother Sun didn’t worry about it at all, but instead spoke more cheerfully.

Joking aside, Zhuge Liang failed to borrow success with the Seven Stars Array, so how could this guy borrow anything with a note and some pocket change?

But then, Brother Sun was somewhat surprised to see Lin Li placing the money in his palms, pressing his index fingers against his forehead, closing his eyes in a praying posture, seemingly muttering something under his breath.

Brother Sun blinked, then quietly asked, "Lin Li, do you believe in this stuff?"

"Yeah, I do." Lin Li nodded.

"Ah... well, if that’s the case, we should put the money back then."

When it comes to matters of belief, Brother Sun didn’t plan on persuading Lin Li. Being socially savvy, Brother Sun understood some things were too troublesome to meddle with unnecessarily.

Pushing someone only to be misinterpreted by them is always counterproductive, as experience teaches.

He could just wait until Lin Li put it back, then Brother Sun could take it himself later, reducing potential conflicts.

Brother Sun felt proud of his approach to interpersonal matters.

Lin Li was stunned, "Why put it back?"

Brother Sun was also stunned, "Don’t you believe in this?"

"I do."

"Then why not put it back?"

"Wouldn’t refusing someone’s kindness be bad?"

"You call that kindness?" Brother Sun pointed confusedly at the note.

"Is it not?" Seemingly less certain after being questioned by Brother Sun, Lin Li looked at the note with a furrowed brow:

"This person not only loans me a year of lifespan but also gives me ten yuan for free. They’re practically a Bodhisattva, blessing everyone! If I put the money back, won’t they be sad when they ascend to heaven after accumulating all their merits?"

Brother Sun: "(;☉_☉)?"

What the hell do you mean by them loaning you a year of life?

Brother Sun looked at the note.

"By taking this, you’ve borrowed a year of lifespan, thanks."

Hold on a sec.