The phone screen suddenly lit up, and the bank text message was like a needle, piercing into my eyes:
"Your account with the last number 0814 spent 1,500.00 Yuan on October 11, with a balance of 83.76 Yuan."
It's the utility bill I just paid. This month's salary has almost bottomed out just a few days after it arrived. The scene at the company during the day reappeared: the supervisor, Manager Wang, was swollen, with spittle splashing on his face, scolding him for making a plan that was "like mud," and even deducting his project bonus.
"With your level, it would be great if you can make a living here. Don't be ungrateful!"
With the harsh words still ringing in his ears, Lin Fan slammed the key on the table with a "clang" sound. He was fed up - fed up with the two-hour commute on the subway, fed up with looking at people's faces, fed up with the embarrassment of having to buy a bottle of drink for half a day. He slumped on the creaky old sofa and stared at the moldy spots seeping from the rain on the ceiling. A feeling of despair crawled up his spine, making him feel bitingly cold.
"If only... If only I had money." He murmured with his eyes closed. These words were like a routine prayer every night. He knew it was useless, but he couldn't help but say it.
At this moment, an emotionless electronic sound suddenly sounded in his head:
[The host's strong and persistent desire for wealth is detected, which meets the binding conditions.
[The Shenhao system is starting... The binding progress is 10%...50%...100%...]
