The Most Random System

Saturday.

4:50 AM, Lin Li gets up again.

Although today is the break between the weekly exercise task and the monthly task, and it's also the weekend, theoretically the best chance to rest.

But Lin Li considers his willpower not very strong, worrying that if he rests today, he'll want to rest tomorrow too.

Tomorrow comes again and again, there's always more tomorrows, and since there are so many, why not delay a bit more.

To prevent falling into this situation, he might as well push himself.

However, today Lin Li didn't go downstairs to the community park, instead, he started exercising at home after waking up early.

——To test if exercising must be done downstairs.

[Get up seriously before 5:00 AM for one month continuously to practice the Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique, at least half an hour before 7:00 AM (1/30).]

Test completed, as long as he wakes up and practices diligently, the location is not limited, even at home it doesn't affect completing the task.

Exercising at home has no disadvantages, unless you say there's no fresh air and open view, along with the living room space feeling a bit confined, and without Xiaozhou watching over him, it feels like something is missing.

At the same time, Lin Li further realizes the significant changes brought by Qi Blood improvement.

Although he is as exhausted as usual by the end, this hour Lin Li didn't sit down to rest at all.

In the past, to meet the requirement of a serious hour, Lin Li had to rest at least two or three times, each lasting several minutes.

Effort can bring achievements, it's an unchanging truth.

But the benefits brought by the cheat ignore logic.

It's still satisfying to add points.

Lin Li dives into a sweet nap.

But not everyone can enjoy sweetness.

"Where did he go? Where did he go?"

Up from 3:30 AM to the community park, sat for four whole hours, then wandered around the community several times looking for a young figure, Zhou Youwei is in a daze, lips shivering.

The once robust physique is like a withering candle in the September wind.

——"Where's Lin Li's mom gone?"

——"Where's that wicked little brat! Ah!!"

...

Lin Li wakes up, the thing he's been waiting for finally arrives.

Song Luping: "Compressed file."

Song Luping: This is the first edition, later if I have updates, I'll accumulate them and send you the second edition. Of course, if you find anything worth updating, feel free to let me know right away.

Don't feel obligated to accept all my opinions just because I'm senior, let's encourage each other and improve together.

Welcoming the great Xiling Chicken Farm document to the faithful Lin Li's phone.

Lin Li: No problem, Brother Ping, I'll definitely polish our map, align the granularity, iterate the existing tactics, form a combination punch, effectively empower the ecosystem, with a dimensional strike, ultimately nourishing the entire Xiling Farm.

Song Luping: Can't understand, but awesome!

Song Luping: By the way, the grain-type baby hiccup bag is really useful, you should try it.

After brushing off Song Luping, Lin Li opens the document on his computer, then his eyes light up.

Lin Li initially felt some complaint about Song Luping's delay, after all, it's been so many days.

But now all those complaints vanished.

Song Luping truly has substance.

This document is meticulously organized, even clearer than Bai Bufan's online drive.

The part about small shareholders and hotel delivery is also included by Song Luping, taking quite a large portion, which Lin Li skips entirely.

For physical stores, the names, addresses, business hours of chicken farms, naturally all this basic information is here.

The opaque prices and secret codes for services related to the poultry industry inside the store need no further explanation.

But there's only one thing that only Song Luping could do, which is including detailed information and introduction videos of ladies in the store—not the same as those seen earlier at Light Bar, what Song Luping sent over is more detailed, with fuller perspectives, more variety.

These are videos that will be removed if watched too late.

"Isn't this damn thing pornographic."

Lin Li remarked while analyzing frame by frame.

Some of these videos have angles that don't look self-recorded by the ladies themselves, seemingly to avoid Lin Li thinking he violated the playboy code, Song Luping specially highlighted in red:

"Many of these videos Madam doesn't even have, because they were privately sent to me after getting to know these sisters and adding their real contacts voluntarily! Some are even willing to serve me privately for free, even want to date me."

"Bufan, in future, you'll have such treatment too, but remember, even if you get contacts from a chicken farm, you still need to go through their channels."

"Otherwise, if private contacts are discovered, you'll be blacklisted, it's not worth saving a little money."

"For short-term gains, losing the future path, is not a wise choice."

Looking at Song Luping's introduction, Lin Li's mouth twitched slightly.

To think you could still mooch like this, you're impressive.

Lin Li knew that in the past, famous scholars were given free bed services by brothel prostitutes, but he never imagined seeing a virtuoso like Song Luping in this day and age.

Lin Li would like to call him Song Yu.

Because according to historical records, Han Yu, the top of the Eight Great Prose Masters of the Tang and Song, had so many wives and concubines that he couldn't manage them, and eventually died from overdosing on aphrodisiacs.

The document had annotations regarding these videos, noting how closely they matched the person in question and, if not, what the differences were.

Mastery of skills and abilities, whether they had high emotional intelligence, and if they were considerate or gentle.

This was a real encyclopedia.

Something some people dream of having.

Since the item was now in hand, it's time to start taking action.

Lin Li took out his phone.

"Lin Li: This comment contains spoilers."

"Bai Bufan: I still want to see it!"

"Lin Li: Everything is in place, only the east wind is missing. Are you ready to strike together?"

"Bai Bufan: We must strike! Strike hard and fiercely! Should I meet you at your place first? Your address hasn't changed, right?"

"Lin Li: Remember to change into your own clothes, don't wear the school uniform."

...

Bai Bufan's eyes lit up, almost wanting to stick his head into the screen.

"Isn't this pushing the envelope? Can't believe there's so much of it at Xiling." Bai Bufan, who changed into his own clothes as soon as he received the notification and arrived at Lin Li's house, licked his lips.

"Most are independent operators; it's hard to define paying for a romp as a crime. These few marked in red are our real targets. But just before you came, I did a little comparison, and it's still more reliable to go with the place I checked out earlier, the only issue is that it's a bit far."

From the perspective of the chicken farm now, Xiling is in the era of a dark, Great Qing purge, being more cautious, with many places only serving old customers like Tianhong.

The new customer is in the most pitiful episode, clearly being treated like a treasure on Pinduoduo.

"I'll definitely listen to you, you're the expert on this. Tell me what to do." Bai Bufan simply let his brain stop thinking, and started rummaging through Lin Li's bedroom, trying to kick off a Holy Grail War.

"Then go fry a couple of dishes in the kitchen and get me a hundred thousand bucks, thank you."

"…You're actually quite polite." Bai Bufan gave a middle finger.

Lin Li looked at Bai Bufan's butt, high-raised and swaying as he dug under the bed, breathing deeply to suppress his desires.

Couldn't hold it in any longer, the beastly nature was about to erupt.

—"Thousand Years of Death!"

"Ah——!!"

Bai Bufan curled up on Lin Li's bed, turning his head toward the half-filled trash can: "Lin Li, you're not seriously abstaining, are you? How come there's not a single paper ball in the trash can?"

"Who keeps smelly stuff in the bedroom?"

"Let's go downstairs, have a meal and head out, let's go to Tianhong's." Lin Li finally decided.

...

After dinner, they withdrew some cash. It was already 6 PM.

Lin Li's bike didn't have a back seat, and even if it did, riding someone for more than half an hour would be too torturous.

Xiling's shared electric scooters had stopped services due to appeals from the rental company and management difficulties, leaving Lin Li with the final choice of taking a taxi.

Splitting it between two wasn't expensive, and they figured they'd get a dedicated ride back too.

"Hey, remember one thing, I don't care who you are, but from now on, Bufan is me, I am Bufan," Lin Li reminded Bai Bufan while waiting for the car.

"First, my name's not 'hey,' it's Zhou Baowei, second, remember the first, and third, remember the second." Bai Bufan gave an OK gesture.

And Lin Li then took out his phone again, this time, making more preparations to avoid mishaps.

"Lin Li: Uncle, what are you up to? Are you working today?"

Yangliang replied after a minute or two.

After all, in their positions, they couldn't keep their phones away for long; it's hard to say they could ever have a true break.

"Yangliang: I'm not on shift today, just resting at home on the weekend, what's up Xiaolin 'smile'."

"Lin Li: I wanted to see you."

"Yangliang: Absolutely no problem 'OK'! Uncle's been waiting for you to say that for a long time, do you have any life troubles you need to talk about? Are you at home now? Should Uncle pick you up from your neighborhood downstairs? Have you eaten? If not, eat at Uncle's place 'rose' 'rose' 'rose' 'like' 'like' 'like'."

"Lin Li: I'm not at home right now."

"Yangliang: Then where are you?"

"Lin Li: On my way to a massage, foot bath, and SPA."

"Yangliang: ?"