3: Chapter 3: The Contract is Established! Ten Years of Lifespan Purchased for Fifty Thousand!

"You're overthinking it," Lin Zhe said, finding it amusing. "I'm buying something on you that you can't see or touch."

"What thing?"

"Ten Years of Lifespan." Lin Zhe put away his smile, his tone incomparably serious.

The sound of the fountain splashed loudly between the two of them.

Chen Yu was stunned for a second, then burst into a laugh, turning his head to look around.

"No way, buddy, are you filming a skit? Where's the hidden camera? Is someone squatting behind that flower bed with a DSLR?"

"Are you testing the bottom line of modern college students?"

Chen Yu pointed into the air as he spoke.

"If this fifty thousand is prop money, fine, but if you really give it to me after filming, never mind Ten Years of Lifespan, I'd sell you twenty years of lifespan too!"

Lin Zhe remained sitting on the steps, tapping his fingers on his knee.

"No video, no test. If you're willing, I'll transfer the money to you right now. You can withdraw it immediately and go swipe it for that bag at the store."

Chen Yu stopped laughing.

He stared at Lin Zhe's face, trying to find traces of a joke.

But Lin Zhe's face was written with seriousness.

"You... aren't joking?" Chen Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Not joking. As long as you say it yourself, 'I voluntarily sell Ten Years of Lifespan to you in exchange for fifty thousand yuan,' the money will be sent immediately." Lin Zhe pulled up the payment code.

Now it was Chen Yu's turn to be at a loss, with two little people fighting in his mind.

One little person said this must be a new type of scam.

The other little person said, what kind of scam buys other people's lifespan! This guy must have a screw loose! Even if it's real, Ten Years of Lifespan is nothing, why live so long, this is real, solid fifty thousand yuan!

His girlfriend Xiaoya's face, twisted with anger, flashed through his mind.

Chen Yu gritted his teeth and took out his phone.

"Come on, tell me how to say it!"

Lin Zhe nodded.

"Just read it exactly as I said, articulate clearly."

Chen Yu cleared his throat and shouted loudly at Lin Zhe:

"I, Chen Yu, voluntarily sell Ten Years of Lifespan to you in exchange for fifty thousand yuan!"

As soon as the words fell, a system prompt immediately sounded in Lin Zhe's mind.

[Detected that the voluntary contract between both parties is established.]

[Stripping part of the attributes from the target entry 'Longevity'.]

[Successfully obtained: Ten Years of Lifespan.]

Lin Zhe could clearly see the glowing [Longevity] tag above Chen Yu's head flicker.

The light dimmed, and finally, it turned into an ordinary [Healthy (Average Human Lifespan)].

Success!

Lin Zhe suppressed his wildly beating heart and quickly operated his phone screen.

Fifty thousand yuan, transfer, confirm.

Two seconds later, the phone in Chen Yu's hand vibrated.

He looked down at the screen.

Alipay account received: 50,000.00 yuan.

Chen Yu gasped, his hand shaking so much he almost dropped the phone.

He actually paid!

This person really spent fifty thousand yuan to buy a load of nonsense!

He looked up abruptly, staring at Lin Zhe as if looking at a God of Wealth, his face filled with a fawning smile.

"Big Brother, you really are a living Bodhisattva! Do you still need lifespan? My roommates have plenty, I can help you collect it, can you give me a commission?"

Lin Zhe looked at this face of his and only felt it was absurd.

A person sold his most precious Ten Years of Lifespan, exchanged it for tens of thousands of yuan to please a woman who didn't love him at all, and could still smile so happily.

"No need, go buy your bag." Lin Zhe waved his hand.

Chen Yu thanked him profusely, turned around, and ran toward the luxury store in the mall, pulling out his phone while running to send a voice message to his girlfriend.

"Xiaoya! I've scraped together the money! Where are you? I'll take you to buy it right now!"

Lin Zhe watched his back disappear behind the mall's glass doors and leaned against the steps, exhaling a breath of stale air.

Fifty thousand yuan was gone, with only a little over fifty thousand left in his card, but he didn't feel a shred of heartache.

Because in the system interface in his mind, a virtual warehouse had appeared.

In the first slot of the warehouse lay a golden tag.

[Ten Years of Lifespan (Can be sold / Can be bestowed)]

At the same time.

[Ding! Novice Quest: Complete the first entry transaction. Achieved.]

[Obtained quest reward: Random Entry Blind Box * 1 (For personal use only). Open it?]

"Open." Lin Zhe thought silently in his heart.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the passive entry: Composed in Danger (When in any emergency or dangerous situation, you can forcibly maintain absolute calmness, and brain processing speed increases by 200%).]

A cool sensation spread instantly from the back of his head throughout his entire body.

Lin Zhe's breathing, originally somewhat rapid from his first transaction, instantly calmed down.

His heartbeat was steady, his mind terrifyingly clear, and even the noisy sounds of traffic and human voices around him seemed to become orderly in an instant.

This feeling was too wonderful.

With [Ten Years of Lifespan] as this ultimate weapon, it was time to find a buyer.

This thing must absolutely not be sold cheaply.

It must be sold to those who are the wealthiest, the most afraid of death, and are about to die soon.

Outside the mall, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

Lin Zhe walked to the Starbucks across the street, pushed the door open, and was greeted by the cool air conditioning.

He ordered the cheapest Americano and found a corner seat by the window.

He opened his backpack and took out his old laptop that he had used for four years.

Power on.

His fingers tapped on the keyboard, but he didn't immediately press the search key.

The golden [Ten Years of Lifespan] entry in his mind was resting quietly in the system warehouse.

Selling this thing to ordinary people would at most get him a few hundred thousand or a million, and it would easily attract unnecessary trouble.

To sell it, he had to sell it to those standing at the top of the pyramid.

They had endless money, yet they couldn't buy time at all.

Who needs lifespan the most?

Old, dying billionaires.

Which old, dying billionaires are in Jiangcheng?

Lin Zhe entered a few keywords into the search bar: Jiangcheng, business tycoon, critically ill, hospitalized.

A large number of news links popped up on the screen.

"Shocking News! Jiangcheng's Richest Man Hospitalized After Sudden Heart Attack"

"Chairman of Qianda Group Returns from Overseas Medical Treatment, Condition Unknown"

The information was too messy.

Most of the news was hearsay; a true top-tier billionaire's health condition is absolutely top-secret commercial information, how could one find accurate news just by searching online?

Lin Zhe changed his approach.

When billionaires get sick, they don't go to ordinary Grade-A hospitals to queue up and register.

They have dedicated medical teams and stay in top-tier private sanatoriums.

As long as he locked onto the top private sanatorium in Jiangcheng and staked out the entrance, using the system to check entries would be a hundred times better than blindly searching online.

He entered "Jiangcheng" and "top private sanatorium."

Press enter.

The one ranked first was Jiangcheng Aokang Private Sanatorium.

The introduction read: Covering three hundred acres, backed by Wutong Mountain, staffed by an international top-tier medical team, providing 24/7 one-on-one health management. Entry threshold: ten million yuan capital verification, and requires internal member recommendation.

"Ten million capital verification." Lin Zhe took a sip of the bitter Americano.

This place, ordinary people couldn't even get close to the gate.

This was it, no doubt about it.