Chapter 397 - Chapter 397: Chapter 256: Lin Chuans Counterattack (2/2)

A web novel writer aspiring to buy Sailing Novel!

Sailing Novel’s market value had already reached hundreds of billions, and Lin Chuan had a long way to go to reach this goal.

Relying solely on writing books as a legitimate method, dreaming of earning hundreds of billions, seemed unlikely.

Fortunately, Lin Chuan had a bit more going on with his side businesses.

Network security, antiques, technology patents, military orders, and so on; if that wasn’t enough, he could always capture a few criminal groups and grab some bounty money. There was a chance for the future.

Regarding the system’s assessment task—

—Develop an unseen new type of weapon and gain approval from no fewer than 100,000 people.

Currently, Lin Chuan had not yet gained the approval value.

So, Lin Chuan took the opportunity to ask Leo about the situation.

“We’re still assembling it, but we expect to start testing in the next two days and deploy it on the battlefield next week,” Leo replied directly without any evasion.

“I see.”

Lin Chuan smiled, noting mentally that Haas Armed Forces still needed to improve their assembly capability for such new weapons.

“Lin, sorry to embarrass you,” Leo chuckled, “This guidance system of yours is different from the ones we’ve used before. Our engineers have been studying it for a long time, which is why it’s taking a while.”

“It’s no trouble. Any problems, just contact me. Let’s schedule a time, and I’ll conduct an online training session for your engineers,” Lin Chuan offered readily.

“That would be really appreciated!”

A smile appeared on Leo’s face.

Many armed organizations’ engineers were actually quite makeshift, often no better than slightly skilled engineering students, so they always had to spend a lot of money on training.

An online training session like the one Lin Chuan offered would cost a fortune if it were organised by the Morgan Group.

Lin Chuan was indeed accommodating!

Leo internally praised earnestly.

…

The night grew deeper.

The moonlight seemed diluted by the early winter chill, casting a faint glow over the scattered cityscape. A serene silver sheen glimmered on the river surface outside the window, wrapping the mountains, rivers, and buildings in a layer of soft gauze.

It was getting cold, and fewer street racers were on Linjiang Road, with only the occasional young couple passing by, strolling along the road, basking in the river breeze, then slipping into a nearby motel.

Lin Chuan, holding a cup of light tea, stood by the window.

He watched the road below and chuckled at those young couples, wondering why he had never ducked into a motel when he was younger.

Soon,

he shook his head.

I only graduated from college two years ago; I’m still a young man.

Motel escapades were for the youth, just like a Little Landlady sneaking into a small rental apartment—it was something young people would do!

Lin Chuan sipped his tea, his thoughts not straying far.

He glanced at the Little Landlady next door, who was seriously organizing lawsuit-related documents.

In front of the Little Landlady, a smartphone was displaying a video call with Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing.

The three of them joined hands, tackling this lawsuit late into the night.