2015.
Xinghen Country, Jiangzhen City.
This was Lin Xian's third month in this parallel world.
Although it was a different world, the two shared nearly identical features—
the fundamental technology and historical progress had a 99% similarity.
The only differences lay in certain small details.
At this moment, the entire city of Jiangzhen felt like a giant furnace.
The sun blazed overhead, and the shimmering heat waves distorted the air,
giving the illusion that the asphalt r were melting.
From the green belts lining the streets came an endless chorus of cicadas, rising and falling.
Already sweltering pedestrians grew even more irritable with the relentless sound.
Inside a simply decorated ride restaurant,
Lin Xian sat behind the cashier's counter, blinking rapidly.
After just a few minutes,
his eyes began to feel sore, and his eyelids turned slightly red.
Despite the growing discomfort in his eyes,
Lin Xian's mood was one of pure astonishment—
You can make money just by blinking?
That's insane!
In his mind, lines of data appeared…
Host: Lin Xian
Level: LV1
LV1 Privilege Reward: Earn 0.1 yuan for every blink
Upgrade EXP: 0/10000 (EXP can only be earned through spending; borrowed or earned money does not count!)
System Store: Locked
Item: [LV1 Privilege Gift Pack] *1
Skills: None
Balance: 23.3 yuan
...
That 23 yuan was the result of his rapid blinking just now.
Each blink earned him 0.1 yuan...
Lin Xian's brain started spinning.
An average adult blinks about once every three seconds.
That's roughly 20 blinks a minute.
Minus 8 hours for sleep,
a person blinks about 19,200 times a day.
Round it off—19,000 times!
At 0.1 yuan per blink,
that's 1,900 yuan per day for doing absolutely nothing.
That's 57,000 yuan a month,
and 684,000 a year!
Hmm…
That doesn't actually sound like that much.
To be honest, tens of thousands a year wasn't exactly life-changing for Lin Xian.
This restaurant belonged to his family.
Thanks to its great location near several office buildings, foot traffic was always strong.
With his dad's excellent cooking skills and fair pricing,
business thrived. Even without exaggeration,
they could easily make hundreds of thousands a year.
Besides, Lin Xian's dad was always generous with pocket money,
not to mention red envelopes during every holiday.
So even though the idea of a system generating passive income made him happy,
he wasn't exactly overjoyed…
Of course, this was only the benefit at LV1.
As his level increased, the money earned per blink would definitely go up—
though how much it would increase remained to be seen.
"Should I try leveling up to LV2 first?"
Spending generated EXP, and to reach LV2 he needed to spend 10,000 yuan.
Lin Xian's personal savings amounted to well over 100,000 yuan,
so spending wasn't a problem at all.
As he was contemplating whether to level up,
his mother, Wang Hongmei, suddenly called out with concern.
"Son, why are your eyes so red? Are you feeling okay?"
At the same time, Lin Guodong stepped out from the kitchen,
lit a cigarette, and asked, "What's wrong? Not feeling well, Lin Xian?"
"No big deal. My eyes were itchy, so I rubbed them a bit,"
Lin Xian waved it off casually, making up an excuse.
Then, eyeing the cigarette in his dad's mouth, he couldn't help saying,
"Dad, give me a cigarette."
To be honest, Lin Xian had always been quick to adapt,
but he was still just a student fresh out of high school.
Suddenly acquiring a system had left his mind reeling,
and he just wanted a smoke to calm his nerves.
Before his words even finished,
his mom's disapproving voice rang out.
"No way!"
"You're just a kid and already thinking about smoking? Why don't you go fly to the moon while you're at it?
Lin Xian, you must be itching for a beating again. I swear, you're begging for it!
Wait till we get home tonight—I'll deal with you properly."
While his mom was ranting on and on,
Lin Xian casually rolled his eyes and looked over at Lin Guodong.
When it came to Lin Guodong's personality,
there were only two words to describe him: chill guy.
That's right—purely chill.
He lived an easy-going life and wasn't too obsessed with making money.
As long as there was enough, he was content.
He'd had plenty of chances to expand the restaurant or open a second location,
but he turned them all down.
If he hadn't, the family's assets might have tripled by now.
That laid-back nature also shaped how he raised Lin Xian—
a completely hands-off, free-range approach.
As long as his son didn't do anything illegal or immoral,
he could pretty much do whatever he wanted.
That attitude had a huge influence on Lin Xian,
which was probably why he was able to stay so calm in the face of a money-making system,
instead of jumping up and down in excitement.
Sure enough, his dad didn't disappoint him.
After thinking for a few seconds,
Lin Guodong pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.
With a serious face, he said,
"You're an adult now, about to start college. One cigarette isn't a big deal.
But you're still young—smoking's bad for your health, so try not to overdo it."
Wang Hongmei immediately snapped,
"Then why do you smoke so much if you know it's bad for you?"
Clearly, women have their own unique logic.
Lin Guodong wasn't having it.
"What, I only have this one hobby left and now you want to take that from me too?"
To be fair, Lin Guodong really was a text'model husband.'
No gambling, no drinking, no partying—
his only vice was the occasional cigarette.
Seeing him pull out his trump card,
Wang Hongmei could only mutter, "Go ahead and spoil him, Lin Guodong."
Puffing lightly on the cigarette,
Lin Xian grinned as he watched his parents bicker.
It felt oddly heartwarming.
He had no real stress in life.
His grades weren't the best,
but he still got into a second-tier university.
His family wasn't filthy rich,
but they were comfortably well-off.
After graduation, he wouldn't have to worry about housing or cars.
And now he had a system
that literally made him money while doing nothing.
Thanks to his dad's laid-back worldview,
Lin Xian was already leaning toward a chill, low-key lifestyle—
the idea of being a Super Tycoon was pretty appealing.
Buy a few nice villas,
pick out a few dream cars,
travel when he felt like it,
flirt with a few girls,
do whatever he liked.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Sigh! The life of the rich is always so plain,
so boring!"
…
The restaurant only got busy at lunchtime and dinnertime.
In the afternoon, they usually closed.
After cleaning the kitchen,
Lin Guodong, cigarette in mouth, strolled next door to the hardware store to chat.
Wang Hongmei took over the cashier,
checking the lunch revenue.
Lin Xian picked a random seat,
pretending to browse his phone,
but in reality, he was focused on the system interface,
ready to open the privilege gift pack.
Ding!
"Congratulations, Host! You've opened the [LV1 Privilege Gift Pack] and obtained a skill."
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