Chapter 125 - Chapter 125: Chapter 121: The King of Fraud, Never Fails! (Please Subscribe) (1/2)
Chapter 125: Chapter 121: The King of Fraud, Never Fails! (Please Subscribe)
The next day.
May 28th.
As the sun began to rise, a warm orange-red hue gradually spread across the sky. On the roadside, leaves and blades of grass were covered in glittering dewdrops, twinkling in the morning light.
A gentle, cool breeze brushed across Lin Chuan’s face, slowly eroding his drowsiness.
Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady had arranged to meet President Li at Yueming Tea House.
To demonstrate the importance they placed on this batch of antiques, they did not ride in a small electric vehicle, but instead called for a luxury car specifically for the trip.
The car: Mercedes-Benz GLC.
The driver: Wang Zikai.
“Old Lin, you… wow!” Wang Zikai, sitting in the driver’s seat, turned his head and saw Lin Chuan getting into the car with the Little Landlady. He couldn’t help but raise his thumb.
This guy!
He had been worried about him not being able to find a girlfriend before, but it turned out, one girl after another kept showing up around him.
The girl today was wearing a floral dress and was as pretty as a movie star. According to Old Lin, she was his landlady, as well as his Chief Financial Officer, Head of Human Resources, and the main investor in his company!
Since the Little Landlady was present, Wang Zikai could only give a hearty greeting to Lin Chuan, to save face for his brother.
But in his heart, he was quietly cursing Lin Chuan.
Old Lin must be the incarnation of the God of Marriage, binding himself with so many red strings—two policewomen and a little landlady who’s a rich investor?
I’m not like him; I only have one novelist rich investor.
“Driver, to Yueming Tea House,” Lin Chuan instructed from the back seat, with the Little Landlady beside him, giving orders to Old Wang.
Old Wang curled his lip, but since his brother was with a girl, he could only comply, saying, “Passengers in the back, please fasten your seatbelts. We are now headed to Yueming Tea House.”
Lin Chuan laughed, “Old Wang, you got up early in the morning to pick us up. Didn’t interrupt your sweet dream, did we?”
“Dear highly-subscribed author passenger, I am at your service anytime!” Old Wang replied again.
“Cut it out, be serious.”
Lin Chuan said, laughing.
“My anti-fraud novel ‘Inescapable’ has already concluded, so recently Qiqi suggested I go to bed earlier. Otherwise, it’s easy for my liver to overheat, affecting kidney function,” Old Wang explained.
“You better take care of yourself,” Lin Chuan teased.
“What are you doing heading to Yueming Tea House so early in the morning?” Old Wang asked curiously.
Patting the box in his hand, Lin Chuan smiled, “I’ve recently got my hands on a few antiques. I’m taking them for someone to appraise.”
“Antiques?”
Old Wang was surprised. “You’ve started getting involved in the antiques circle. You have a wide array of interests. How about the anti-fraud writing competition?”
“The competition for advancing to the next round will be settled on May 31st. There are three more days,” said Lin Chuan with a smile.
“That’s true. Old Lin, do you think I can win a prize?”
“Second prize, maybe.”
“And what about you?”
“First prize.”
“There’s only one first prize—it’s highly competitive, with film adaptation and rights development at stake!”
Old Wang spat dismissively.
The second round would be judged by professional jurors—anti-fraud experts, anti-fraud police, and fraud victims—whose standards would be distinct from the popular traction gained through mass marketing campaigns.
This judging panel would place more emphasis on exposing the evils of fraud to achieve the effect of anti-fraud awareness.
“Just wait for my adaptation, and I will take you to see the movie,” Lin Chuan said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
“I think my fraud plots were written very well. I have a better chance of adaptation!” Old Wang protested.
Lin Chuan chuckled, “Have you forgotten who taught you those fraud schemes?”
“Uh…”
Old Wang found himself at a loss for words.
The Mercedes-Benz GLC sped through the pale golden morning sun, its engine roaring down the street. Shortly after, they arrived at the Yueming Villa.
Old Wang waited in the car for Lin Chuan.
Holding the box, Lin Chuan walked into Yueming Tea House with the Little Landlady.
It was the same waitress as before, dressed in a qipao with a welcoming smile. They entered the same private room as last time, pushing open the door to find President Li already waiting for them.
“President Li, sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Lin Chuan put the box aside and shook hands with President Li amiably.
With a warm smile, President Li said, “Director Lin, Little Director Zhang, I’ve only just arrived myself. Shall we have Pu’er tea again?”
“Sure,” Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady nodded in agreement.
As President Li held the teacups with tongs, he said, “My wife really liked the hundred-year-old Southern Red Agate bracelet that Little Director Zhang brought yesterday. She specifically asked me to thank you.”
“It’s us who should be thanking President Li. You’re like a guide for us in the antiques circle,” Lin Chuan complimented President Li.
“Haha, Lin Chuan, we are just exchanging and exploring ideas together,” President Li chuckled.
Each exchanged pleasantries, but both harbored their own cunning plots.
“Did you two pick up quite a few nice things at East Street yesterday?” President Li asked with a smile, pouring a cup of tea for Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady.
“I’m just trying my hand at it. Whether they’re authentic or not, good or bad, I’ll have to rely on President Li to appraise them for us,” Lin Chuan replied with a smile.
Then, he opened the box, took out the antiques he had picked up the day before, and laid them out one by one for President Li to examine.
President Li took a sip of tea, picked up the ‘Xuande Furnace’ closest to him, and examined it carefully.
“President Li, feel free to speak your mind,” Lin Chuan prompted.
“Director Lin, how much did you pay for this furnace?” President Li gently brushed his hand over the ‘Xuande Furnace’, frowning slightly as he asked.
“Three thousand five hundred.”
Lin Chuan quoted the overpriced offer made casually by the seller.