Chapter 202 - Chapter 202: Chapter 164 Archaeology, Im So Familiar With It (Please Subscribe) (1/2)
Chapter 202: Chapter 164 Archaeology, I’m So Familiar With It (Please Subscribe)
Real world.
Anling City, Qingxiu District, Linjiang Mansion.
The night had not yet faded, and the bright moonlight shone on the surface of the Anling River, like a silvery gray ribbon, slowly flowing and winding eastward.
At this moment.
The system’s voice rang out—
[Congratulations to the host for a complete experience of the ‘Seven Stars Lu King Palace’ instance.]
[You’ve acquired the ability: Touching Gold Secret Skill.]
[Based on your career experience in the ‘Touch Gold Captain (Instance: Seven Stars Lu King Palace)’, a novel titled “Touch Gold Notes” (Volume One) has been auto-generated, approximately 300,000 words in length, and is now being auto-exported for you. It will be completed in about 3 hours, please check for it then.]
[Additionally, “Touch Gold Notes” (Volume One) must be published, signed, and reach one hundred thousand collections before activating the second instance.]
[Special note: Any data manipulation is strictly prohibited.]
“One hundred thousand collections, the requirement for the first instance isn’t too high, though judging by the system’s typical behavior, the difficulty to unlock the tomb robbing instances in the future will probably increase progressively,” Lin Chuan muttered to himself.
He then took a deep breath, calming the thoughts in his mind.
He had just cleared the ‘Seven Stars Lu King Palace’.
In his mind, the scenes from the ‘Seven Stars Lu King Palace’ were still vividly etched.
The Green-eyed Fox Corpse, Calamus draco, Nine-Headed Serpent Cypress, Blood Corpse, Red Corpse Beetle, Jade Figurine, Purple Gold Box, Snake Eyebrow Copper Fish, King Lushang, King Zhou of Mu, Seven-Star Suspicious Coffin, and so on, all gave Lin Chuan a sense of magical realism.
Many of these things were beyond imagination and seemed difficult to explain with science.
Not quite real.
But for Lin Chuan, this was definitely a good thing!
Unreal is good!
It saves readers from teasing him every day that the books he writes are autobiographies, crime records.
“This time, I’m absolutely innocent,” Lin Chuan hummed to himself.
It was still the early hours of the morning, 2:35 a.m.
The flow of time in the virtual world differed from reality, and the Seven Stars Lu King Palace instance had not taken up much of Lin Chuan’s time.
The night wind was slightly cool.
Lin Chuan and Little Landlady Zhang Xinxin’s new place had good ventilation, with the evening breeze blowing through the window, bringing a chill into the bedroom.
At this moment.
The Little Landlady was still deep in sleep, her body slightly curled up like an obedient little cat.
Lin Chuan looked at the Little Landlady with a touch of warmth in his heart, gently covered her with a blanket, then lay down beside her. It wasn’t long before Lin Chuan’s breathing became even and steady, and he drifted off into sleep.
The night receded, and dawn’s light spread.
In the blink of an eye, it was 9:30 in the morning.
Lin Chuan slowly woke up, opening his drowsy eyes.
The rising sun was already hanging outside the window, its light falling on the curtains, casting a faint glow, while a few chirping bird calls reached Lin Chuan’s ears.
The Little Landlady was no longer by his side, but from the kitchen, there came a faint noise.
Shortly after.
A small head peered out from the bedroom door, blinking eyes as bright as spring: “Chairman, breakfast is ready.”
“Sure.”
A knowing smile spread across Lin Chuan’s face.
This might just be the meaning of life.
At least for him, it is.
“This morning, Old Zhang sent a message,” the Little Landlady said, handing Lin Chuan an egg.
“What did Old Zhang say?”
“The Antique Shop is popular now.”
Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, “The Antique Shop is popular too?”
The Little Landlady nodded lightly, her lips curving into a smile: “The commotion you caused over in Modu was too big. I’m guessing netizens used Tianyancha to find out that Goldstone Edge Antique Shop in Anling belongs to you and then they started coming in to check in.”
“So our shop has become an internet celebrity spot?” Lin Chuan inquired.
“Seems like it,” the Little Landlady nodded, then added, “It’s not just that, our Antique Shop might even become an official partner. This morning, Qianqian told me that there’s an institute in our city that wants to collaborate with Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.”
“What institute, what kind of collaboration?” Lin Chuan asked, his brow furrowing slightly in wonder and contemplation.
“Let me check the information,” the Little Landlady took out her phone and browsed through it before saying, “Found it. Sister Qianqian said that the institute is called Anling City Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute.”
“Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute… Did she mention how exactly they plan to collaborate?” Lin Chuan asked with curiosity.
The Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute is an institution in Anling City that holds qualifications for archaeological excavation and the restoration of movable cultural relics. Its primary responsibilities include the preservation of cultural relics within the city and proactive excavations of sites and tombs.
It is an organization formed from the merger of the Cultural Relics Bureau and the Archaeological Research Institute.
“The name of the collaboration project sounds quite professional; it’s post-archaeological excavation cultural relic identification, restoration, and protection,” the Little Landlady said with a blink, smiling.
“Perfectly relevant to my field,” Lin Chuan chuckled.
“Chairman, do we go ahead with the collaboration?” the Little Landlady asked Lin Chuan for his opinion, “If you’re interested, I can reply to Sister Qianqian.”
“Sure, I should make some extra income too, instead of just living off someone else,” Lin Chuan said half-jokingly.
“Doesn’t it taste good?”
With eyes clear as autumn water, the Little Landlady’s face glowed with a bright smile.
Lin Chuan was taken aback, then laughed, “Living off someone else tastes good, but the meals are even better.”
“Am I your meal?”
“Hmm… how could you not be?”
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“What dish is that?” asked the Little Landlady, blinking her eyes.
Lin Chuan looked at the Little Landlady’s pretty face, pondered for a moment, and slowly uttered two words, “Pickled mustard.”
“Pickled mustard…”