The System Forces Me to Spend Money

It was an ordinary afternoon. Sunlight slanted into the cramped rental room on an old street in the county town, falling across the weary face of Qin Luo, just home from work. Clutching his pay stub after deductions, he was torn between discounted dried noodles and instant noodles when a cold, tycoon-spending System suddenly bound itself to him in his mind. It ordered him to spend eighty million in Qinghe Town within twenty-four hours. If he failed, he would lose ten years of his life. The huge sum was trapped in this isolated town, and a host of spending restrictions left him at a loss. After a sleepless night spent thinking it over, this absurd spending spree began.