Chapter 245 - Chapter 245: Chapter 181: Call Mr. Lin over! (Please subscribe) (1/2)
Chapter 245: Chapter 181: Call Mr. Lin over! (Please subscribe)
“An archaeologist and a web novel writer?”
On the other end of the phone, Zhong Xunfeng’s tone was slightly surprised.
“Right, it turns out he’s about your age,” Old Yao said with a smile.
“In Anling, I’ve heard of a web novel writer my age, but a web novel writer and an archaeologist, that I didn’t know,” Zhong Xunfeng said with a chuckle.
Old Yao raised his eyebrow slightly: “The one I’m talking about writes some pretty impressive tomb-robbing novels.”
“Tomb robbing, crime themes…”
On the other side of the call, Zhong Xunfeng frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Old Yao asked.
Zhong Xunfeng pondered for a moment, “Isn’t his name Lin Chuan?”
“Ah hah?”
Old Yao was momentarily surprised, “You know him?”
Zhong Xunfeng gave an awkward laugh, “Not personally, but my old man keeps nagging about him to me; I’ve heard it a few times.”
“Elder Zhong knows him?” Old Yao’s brow furrowed tighter.
Old Yao and Zhong Xunfeng were close friends, even naming his novel ‘Antique Wind Quest’ after him; naturally, he knew a thing or two about Zhong Xunfeng’s family.
At first, he even wished Zhong Xunfeng had joined the police force.
Now, hearing Elder Zhong also knew Lin Chuan, Old Yao couldn’t help but be puzzled; was this web novel writer so well-connected?
“Right, last time he even compared Lin Chuan to me, told me to learn from him,” Zhong Xunfeng said, self-deprecating.
Old Yao caught the underlying meaning in Zhong Xunfeng’s words and laughed it off, “You two are the young elites, it’s inevitable to be compared. In a class of a few people, they still distinguish who is the class flower and who is the class hunk.”
“That’s true, I’m quite curious about what kind of person Lin Chuan is,” Zhong Xunfeng laughed.
“Haha, I haven’t met him either.”
Old Yao was quite curious too. He planned to arrive in Anling and have Qin Sisi introduce him. Even if Lin Chuan did not join the Archaeological Team, getting to know him and asking for advice on archaeology and tomb-robbing secrets would be beneficial.
And hey, they could also talk about novel writing.
“Old Yao, you’ll be heading to Anling in a couple of days, right?” Zhong Xunfeng asked.
“Yes.”
“Then we’ll scout ahead, and when you arrive, we can start work immediately!”
“That works for me, I’ll just ride on your coattails then,” Old Yao laughed.
Old Yao let out a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, and immediately began preparing the relevant materials; he was soon to represent the Archaeological Team in an interview with the journalists.
Knock knock knock.
Knocking sounds came from the door of the office.
“Captain Yao, did you want to see me?” At the doorway, Qin Sisi stood in her simple casual clothes, her hair tied in a ponytail.
Old Yao looked up, “Qin, I just got a call from the deputy head of Archaeology Team Eight. I’ve agreed we’ll set off for Anling the day after tomorrow to support them.”
“What about here?”