Chapter 515 - Chapter 515: Chapter 320: So, You Want to Go to the Police Station, Dont You? (1/2)

Chapter 515: Chapter 320: So, You Want to Go to the Police Station, Don’t You?

Anling City.

Night had fallen, and the moonlight spread a faint glow through the thin layers of clouds, whitening an area with its pale light.

Youran Villa, yet again, a familiar old place.

If the weather had been slightly warmer, Lin Chuan figured he would have driven the small electric car and taken Little Landlady for a ride to enjoy the fresh, cool evening breeze in the suburbs.

But it was still cold.

Especially at night, which made one shiver.

Lin Chuan and Little Landlady got out of the Audi A8, leisurely walked into Youran Villa, and passed through the winter greenery typical of the south. The street lamps illuminated unknown wildflowers nearby.

“Old Zhang!”

From a distance, Little Landlady spotted Old Zhang in the corridor outside the private room talking with a middle-aged man. Seeing Old Zhang look their way, she called out.

“Zhang, you’ve arrived.”

Old Zhang, dressed in a down jacket, breathed out a warm puff of air and cheerfully regarded Lin Chuan and Little Landlady.

“Old Zhang,” returned Lin Chuan with a smile.

It had been some time since they’d seen each other. Old Zhang seemed to have lost a bit of weight.

“Writer Lin,” said the middle-aged man next to Old Zhang, smiling warmly at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan turned to look.

The man was in a suit and leather shoes, his face ruddy, though he was somewhat bald on top, sporting a monk’s ring of hair.

Suddenly, Lin Chuan remembered the man and immediately smiled. “Expert Chen!”

Chen Ming, Anling’s Anti-Gambling Expert.

Back in March of ’24, after Old Zhang was caught gambling and implicated Lin Chuan, it was the Anti-Gambling Expert who read Lin Chuan’s novels to determine if he was a swindler.

Later, Old Zhang joined the Anti-Gambling Association at his invitation.

“Writer Lin has a good memory. You still remember me,” said Chen Ming with a broad smile.

“How could I forget? I was almost mistaken for a swindler and labeled as teaching criminal methods,” Lin Chuan said jokingly.

Chen Ming grinned and sighed, “Looking back now, I should have clung to Writer Lin’s leg in that interrogation room!”

“It’s not too late to cling now, Old Chen.”

Old Zhang laughed heartily.

Smiles appeared on everyone’s faces.

“Expert Chen, care to join us for a couple of drinks tonight?” Lin Chuan politely invited.

Chen Ming glanced at the group, showing good sense, “It’s rare to have an invitation from Writer Lin, but sadly I am tied up tonight. Another time, then.”

Lin Chuan nodded.

Chen Ming waved at them and then turned to leave for another private room.

It was clear he indeed had important matters to attend to.

“Let’s go inside too, it’s rather chilly out here,” Old Zhang said, wrapping his down jacket tighter.