Chapter 137 - Chapter 137: Chapter 128: I Want to Survive! (Please Subscribe) (1/2)
Chapter 137: Chapter 128: I Want to Survive! (Please Subscribe)
In the early morning, several little birds frolicked on the branches, emitting clear and crisp chirping sounds.
Strands of sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, falling on the slightly worn houses, and penetrating into a rented room in Happiness Community, spreading on the floor, bright and warm.
The breeze blew gently, carrying the freshness of the old city’s dense trees and a hint of life, and it entered the small room, as well as Lin Chuan’s dreams.
Hu—
Lin Chuan exhaled a large breath of stale air, stretched lazily, then rolled out of bed and opened the metal door.
“Morning, Little Landlady.”
Lin Chuan looked at Zhang Xinxin, who had just reached the staircase, and revealed a sincere smile.
The Little Landlady today was wearing stone-washed blue skinny jeans, paired with a white cartoon T-shirt. The killer was the casual and loose T-shirt, which the Little Landlady wore tightly, outlining unspeakable, exquisite curves from top to bottom.
When she saw Lin Chuan waiting for her at the door, her face immediately showed a hint of surprise, and her eyes sparkled: “Chairman, I didn’t even knock yet, and you knew I was here. Is this what they call telepathy?”
Leaning on the iron door, Lin Chuan smiled: “Not really, I’m just hungry.”
“Humph.”
The Little Landlady pouted, her pretty face revealing a bright smile, “Then I’ll cook breakfast for you.”
“Sure,” Lin Chuan replied with a smile.
Zhang Xinxin then squeezed into the rented room, tied on a blue and white checkered apron, and got busy in the tiny kitchen.
Before long, she brought out a big bowl of millet porridge, a plate of steamed dumplings, two eggs, and some prepared soy milk, a hearty breakfast that appeared on the table.
“You drank last night, eat something light.”
The Little Landlady placed the peeled eggs in front of Lin Chuan, smiling.
“Little Landlady, you’re almost becoming a nutritionist,” Lin Chuan said as he took the eggs, nodding in appreciation.
“Chairman, about Old Zhang’s plan to open an antique shop last night, where should we choose for our shop location?” the Little Landlady asked, resting her delicate, fair face on her hand while looking at Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan pondered for a moment: “Let’s go for East Street.”
“Then let’s go check out which shop is good later, and take it over,” the Little Landlady said excitedly with a laugh.
“You seem really interested?” Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow and asked.
“I was thinking about it last night. If we enter the antiques circle, wouldn’t we make money faster than the Network Security Company?” The Little Landlady blinked her eyes.
A piece of ice-type green jadeite Guanyin pendant is worth two hundred thousand.
A ‘Fengtian One Tael’ coin is worth forty-six million.
In the antiques circle, money seems to be just a string of numbers.
Lin Chuan took a sip of the millet porridge, smiled, and said, “If you have the right connections, it is indeed a lucrative line of business. However, because of the mixture of good and bad, and the prevalence of fakes, there are also many people who have gone bankrupt.”
“With our capabilities, we won’t lose money, right?”
The Little Landlady blinked her eyes again.
Though she was a little rich lady, she loved the sensation of money rushing in—not for the money itself, but for the feeling of achievement it brought, a reflection of self-worth.
In her eyes, collecting rent was really boring.
Lin Chuan lifted his eyes to look at the Little Landlady and shook his head: “We’re not ruthless enough; we won’t make much money. It can only be a side hustle for us.”
“Ruthless, like the kind Liu Qing does with mixing fakes among the real?” the Little Landlady asked with a twist of her mouth.
“Something like that,” Lin Chuan nodded.
“So where will we get our stock from?” the Little Landlady asked.
“That’s easy. Once we take over the shop, suppliers will naturally come to us, and we just have to choose the best. There’ll also be some mysterious people who will bring items to sell to us,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.
“Mysterious people?” The Little Landlady seemed curious.
“You know, ‘Touch Gold Captains’, especially some independent ones. They don’t have a fixed buyer, so they’ll roam between shops to secretly sell their finds,” Lin Chuan explained with an air of experience.
“Touch Gold Captains?”
“Tomb Robbers.”
“So they’re from Tomb Robbers.” The Little Landlady had an epiphany, “Then let’s go check out the shops this afternoon, how about that?”
“No problem,” Lin Chuan replied with a smile.
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Myanmar area Old Street Factory District.