Chapter 518 - Chapter 518: Chapter 321: The Second Time_2 (2/2)
Lin Chuan frowned.
Every ethnic group’s facial bone structures are unique, and the anti-gambling expert facing Old Zhang appeared to be a businessman from Southeast Asia.
However, appearances can be deceiving; one cannot discern much from just a photograph.
But this gave Lin Chuan an idea.
Thus, next to the name “Xinxin” on the paper, Lin Chuan wrote “Old Zhang.”
Time flew by.
Two days had passed.
During this time,
Squirrel truly cooperated with some hackers within Baisheng Group, deploying new network security protections to guard against Lin Chuan’s “sneak attacks.”
Squirrel’s original skills weren’t that advanced.
It was just that, after getting the “Lin Chuan” add-on, his skills improved dramatically, as if he had an ‘old grandpa’ in his head, which thrilled him.
For this, Chairman Zhao of Baisheng Group took another careful look.
He patted Squirrel on the shoulder contentedly, “Young man, you’re doing really well. Keep it up! How about you come and manage our department of network technology?”
Squirrel agreed, albeit hesitantly.
On Lin Chuan’s end,
That evening,
Old Zhang, unusually, called him, “Lin, want to grab some dinner together?”
“Old Zhang, what’s up?”
Generosity without cause, usually has ulterior motives.
Old Zhang seldom contacted Lin Chuan. His special invitation tonight was strange and unexpected.
It was like a long-lost friend suddenly reaching out.
Either he was getting married, or he wanted to borrow money.
Ninety percent of the time, it was one of these two scenarios.
“I just want to have dinner together and ask you a few questions,” Old Zhang said cheerfully.
“About Cheating Techniques?”
Lin Chuan asked.
Old Zhang nodded, “Yeah, the more I work in anti-gambling, the more I feel my skills are lacking.”
“Are they that challenging? Even with your techniques, they don’t believe the games are rigged?” Lin Chuan asked, guessing the reason.
“Let’s talk more when we meet,” Old Zhang suggested.
“Alright then, I’ll bring Xinxin along, or she’ll go hungry tonight,” Lin Chuan joked.
“No problem, let’s meet at the same place last time; I think the food there is good,” Old Zhang cheerfully proposed.
“Sounds good.”
Lin Chuan put away his phone and prepared for the meeting.
The night was as dark as ink; the hazy moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, dappling the winding stone path. The theater built by Youran Villa had upturned eaves that cast deep shadows on the ground.
The night wind, carrying red lanterns, swayed gently, bringing a chill that brushed against one’s face, fluttering the Little Landlady’s hair.
The Little Landlady, brushing her hair with one hand and holding Lin Chuan with the other, walked into Youran Villa and chuckled, “It’s rare for Old Zhang to treat us to two meals in a row.”
“All thanks to my expertise!”
Lin Chuan boasted.
“Old Zhang still claims he’s a natural talent. Now he realizes the importance of learning; he used to brag that he could pass his tests without attending classes,” the Little Landlady mercilessly teased.
Old Zhang was waiting ahead, and hearing this, his face reddened a bit: “Mainly because I’m getting older, and my hands are slower. Plus, your old man hasn’t really gambled much, and I don’t quite get many of the tricks in casinos.”
“Maybe Lin Chuan can teach you a few tricks on gathering information?”
The Little Landlady suggested cheerfully.
“After eating your dish, Lin and I will just discuss it a bit; I trust his skills and strategies,” Old Zhang waved his hand and walked into the private room, sitting down.
Lin Chuan smiled and played the mediator, “A swindler needs practice; just keep at it. As they say, the older, the craftier. Old Zhang has the advantage of life experience.”
“Ha ha!”
Old Zhang was quite pleased with these remarks and winked at the Little Landlady, “See, our son-in-law knows the score.”
“Tch, son-in-law my foot!”
The Little Landlady snorted, her cheeks flushing red.
“It’s only a matter of time,” Old Zhang looked at Lin Chuan more approvingly, chuckling happily.