Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

7: Chapter 5 This system is a ”cool and aloof” type.[The next piece of intelligence will refresh after 12:00 AM!]

[Remaining time until the next intelligence refresh: 42 minutes]

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out, causing his hand to jerk and nearly dropping his phone on the floor.

He froze for a moment and tentatively asked, ”System, you can actually chat?”

No response.

”Besides providing intelligence, do you have any other skills? Like... conjuring up some money?”

Still no response.

Zhang Fan curled his lips. It seemed this system was the ”cold and aloof” type, only responsible for issuing tasks and not for small talk.

That was fine too; it saved him from being led around by the nose by the system like in those novels.

He looked at his phone again, but there were no messages, no missed calls, and even his WeChat groups were quiet.

That made sense! Today was Valentine’s Day, and everyone was likely busy on dates. Who would remember an ”unlucky guy” like him who had just been fired?

He opened his Moments, and the top post was still from Gu Feifei. The nine-grid photo layout was eyesore-inducing: the first was a seafood feast, the middle one featured 99 red roses, and the last was a selfie of her with a wide grin, captioned ”Thank you for the love, Brother Yuan. Please look after me for the rest of my life.”

Zhang Fan stared at her flower-like smiling face in the photo and suddenly felt nauseated.

He long-pressed her avatar and clicked ”Delete Contact,” then left all the work and department groups of Blue Whale Games.

”Out of sight, out of mind.”

Zhang Fan grabbed his phone and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it onto the pillow. The phone hit the pillow with a thud, and the moment the screen went dark, it felt as if a whole world full of miserable things had been shut off.

He collapsed onto the bed, letting out an involuntary ”Ooh” as his back sank into the mattress.

So comfortable.

The sheets smelled of fresh sunlight mixed with the light scent of laundry detergent, unlike the hard, old mattress in his rental room that used to make his lower back ache.

The mattress had just the right amount of firmness, supporting every bone in his body perfectly, and even the wound on his forehead didn’t seem to hurt as much.

He rolled onto his side and buried his face in the pillow, the softness of the fabric brushing against his cheek like the pillowcases his mother used to wash when he was a child.

So what if he didn’t have a job anymore?

So what if he had been cheated on?

He had a system now.

He would be able to get by in the future.

As soon as this thought surfaced, his eyelids began to feel heavy. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, sweeping away all those messy thoughts.

This sleep was dreamless.

He didn’t groggily open his eyes until the morning light shone through the gap in the curtains and onto his face.

Zhang Fan suddenly bolted upright in bed, the wound on the back of his head stinging from the sudden movement, but he didn’t even bother to rub it—the first thought in his mind was: Oh no! He had forgotten to check the intelligence the system refreshed at midnight!

Just as the thought occurred to him, a burst of deep blue light exploded before his eyes, and a virtual panel appeared like a curtain torn from thin air, floating clearly in mid-air:

[daily intelligence system]

[Level: LV1]

[One piece of basic intelligence can be obtained for free daily. Paid intelligence requires Intelligence Points (Current Balance: 1)]

[Today’s Intelligence: At the Jiangcheng Road lottery station, a ”Chinese New Year” scratch-off ticket with the serial number ending in 33 contains a 50,000 yuan grand prize.]

”Whew...” He let out a long breath, and the sweat on his back instantly dampened the thermal underwear inside his windbreaker.

A 50,000 yuan grand prize! Fantastic!

What he lacked most right now was money. Although it wasn’t a multi-million jackpot, it was at least enough to live on.

His gaze fell on ”Intelligence Points: 1,” and he paused.

It was 0 yesterday. Could it be because he completed the ”picking up the necklace” intelligence task?

He tapped the panel twice with his fingertips, but there was no response.

”Forget it, focus on the present first.” He shook his head. There was no point in overthinking this now. The priority was to turn the necklace into cash; otherwise, food and lodging would be a problem.