Chapter 202 - Chapter 202: Chapter 164 Archaeology, Im So Familiar With It (Please Subscribe) (2/2)

The Little Landlady was taken aback and her face instantly flushed red. “Chairman, you’re being indecent so early in the morning.”

Lin Chuan laughed heartily. “Am I?”

“Humph.” The Little Landlady pouted slightly. “Let’s get to serious matters. Sister Qianqian replied to the message. She said she and the staff from the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute are coming to pick you up.”

“Alright,” Lin Chuan nodded.

The wind on a summer morning was always so refreshing.

The sun had not yet climbed high into the sky, only a pale golden glow seeped through at the horizon, tinting the edge of the clouds with a gentle golden hue.

Situated by the riverbank, Linjiang Mansion was serene and elegant; the chirping of birds, the sound of flowing water, and the faint noise of traffic from afar all mingled together. The surface of the river shimmered, like a silver ribbon gently swaying at the edge of the city.

“Lin Chuan.”

A white SUV stopped outside Linjiang Mansion, and from the driver’s seat, Shen Qianqian got out.

“Weren’t you dealing with anti-fraud? How did you end up managing a project for the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute?” Lin Chuan teased from the roadside as he looked at Shen Qianqian.

Standing under the sun, Shen Qianqian’s shadow stretched to Lin Chuan’s feet. Clad in a blue uniform, she looked spirited and charming, with her sweet oval face wearing a familiar smile.

“It’s all because of you. I was given a new project last minute,” Shen Qianqian said with a smile.

“Can you reveal what the project is?” Lin Chuan smiled back, asking.

“The project is… you.”

“Me?” Lin Chuan was taken aback.

“You’re now considered a talent in Anling City. The bureau values you highly. Just recently, the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute excavated a batch of relics, some of which need restoration. Director Zhang highly recommended you to restore these relics. He wasn’t content with just that, he also arranged for me to follow up,” Shen Qianqian explained with a smile.

Thanks to the promotion of the anti-fraud app and the exposure of a large number of real scenes in the Old Street Factory District, the anti-fraud situation in Anling City was very good.

Shen Qianqian’s work at the Anti-Fraud Center had become more relaxed.

Director Zhang Biao even planned to transfer some of the anti-fraud police back to their original posts after a while.

“You’ve worked hard,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.

“Hardly as much as you. Going to Modu on a business trip, you even cracked a big case on the side. I was thinking if I really get transferred back to being a detective, should I hold on to your coattails?” Shen Qianqian winked and laughed.

“Don’t let me miss out on the bonus for solving the case.”

Lin Chuan chuckled cheerfully.

Under the bright sunlight, Shen Qianqian’s face also revealed a hint of a smile.

At that moment, a sedan drove up slowly and stopped in front of Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian.

A girl in her mid-twenties got out of the car, about 170 cm tall, dressed in a simple T-shirt with a modest color, and jeans that outlined her slender legs. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, adding a casual touch to her look.

She wore a high ponytail, her fair skin glowing with healthy color. With a calm demeanor, a high nose bridge, rosy lips, and a smile at the corners of her mouth, she seemed warm and approachable.

“Let me introduce you. This is my high school classmate, Qin Sisi, also an excellent staffer at the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute,” Shen Qianqian introduced, looking at Lin Chuan and Qin Sisi.

“Writer Lin, I’ve heard so much about you.”

Qin Sisi extended her hand, her face adorned with a calm and gentle smile.

Lin Chuan lightly shook Qin Sisi’s hand, feeling the soft coolness on the back of her fingers, while her fingertips had a faint sandpapery sensation, like a thin layer of callus, and he said with a smile,

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“I wouldn’t dare, how could I, in front of a frontline archaeological excavator, falsely claim to be an expert.”

Qin Sisi raised an eyebrow, a touch of surprise appeared on her gentle and serene face as she smiled and asked, “There are cultural relic restorers, archaeological researchers, and archaeological excavators at the institute, how does Writer Lin know I work in archaeological excavation?”

As she spoke, she glanced at Shen Qianqian beside her.

Shen Qianqian explained with a smile, “Sisi, I didn’t tell him that.”

Lin Chuan also smiled, “I write online novels, and I often have to do research on various characters for my stories, so over time, I’ve remembered these things.”

If it’s a cultural relic restorer or an archaeological excavator, the calluses on their palms are distributed differently.

The former generally have calluses on the pads of their thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers, while the latter have them on their ring fingers and little fingers as well.

Qin Sisi had new calluses.

The moment Lin Chuan touched her hand, he knew she was a frontline archaeological excavator who handled excavation shovels.

Archaeology, I know that all too well.

“Writer Lin really has a wide range of interests,” Qin Sisi said with a glint in her eyes and a smile.

Shen Qianqian muttered with a slight look of confusion, “Lin Chuan, you haven’t written any novels about archaeology, have you?”

She was Lin Chuan’s most devoted book fan.

As soon as a new novel was released, she would subscribe to the whole series, then curl up on the sofa or lie in bed after work, immersing herself in the worlds created by Lin Chuan.

It was her way of peering into Lin Chuan’s inner world, one of the few ways she had.

Lin Chuan smiled, “The time is coming soon.”

“Touch Gold Notes,” the first volume, I plan to publish it in a few days.

“Does Writer Lin also write archaeological novels?” Qin Sisi asked curiously.

Archaeology was her profession as well as her interest.

Many individuals in archaeology take their experiences and write them down as diaries, notes, or even novels, documenting these bizarre and magical adventures.

She was no exception and very interested in archaeological novels.

“Archaeology…” Lin Chuan paused, then smiled and said, “Well, sort of.”

“You really do know a lot.”

As an old acquaintance of Lin Chuan’s and having interacted with him for quite some time, Shen Qianqian knew the characteristics of Lin Chuan’s novels and couldn’t help murmuring softly.

She guessed that if Lin Chuan didn’t know it, he wouldn’t write it.

If he wrote about it, then he knew it.

“Then I must look forward to reading Writer Lin’s masterpiece.”

Qin Sisi smiled, like a breeze caressing the face, willows swaying gently.

“You better not read it, I’m afraid you’ll get addicted, he writes so realistically, people say his novels are criminal… ahem, autobiographical,” Shen Qianqian cautioned Qin Sisi with a laugh.

“Qianqian, I’m even more interested in an archaeological novel with a sense of realism, what should I do?”

Qin Sisi’s lips curved into a smile as she spoke.

Off to the side.

Lin Chuan quipped, “This novel has a touch of magical color to it, so it shouldn’t be too realistic.”