Chapter 92 - Chapter 92: Chapter 91 I Suspect You’re Carrying Several Cases (Please Subscribe) (1/2)
Chapter 92: Chapter 91 I Suspect You’re Carrying Several Cases (Please Subscribe)
Lin Chuan laughed, “Old Wang, what do you mean by that? Your thoughts are quite dangerous.”
Old Wang also burst into roaring laughter, “If I didn’t know you so well, I’d think you were up to some fraud.”
“Go on, stop spreading rumors, you can’t just say things like that!” Lin Chuan jokingly scolded.
After exchanging a few words with Lin Chuan, Wang Zikai felt rejuvenated, and his mood greatly improved.
“Old Lin, if we both enter the anti-fraud writing contest, we’d definitely be The Two Heroes. When I adapt it and you publish it, how should we spend all that money?” Wang Zikai fantasized about a bright future.
“You think everyone else is a pushover?” Lin Chuan threw a wet blanket on Old Wang’s enthusiasm.
The online literature circle is far from a comfort zone.
It’s pretty competitive, too.
Especially for a nationwide anti-fraud writing contest with generous prizes, including the potential for film adaptations. Just the royalties from a film adaptation could be a significant sum.
If turned into a major IP, it could be worth tens of millions or even billions.
Of course.
Lin Chuan had never experienced any of this firsthand, only through hearsay.
But seeing the support for this anti-fraud contest, it seemed like all the big names were enthusiastic.
“Speaking of that, it reminds me of the original ‘The Two Heroes’,” Old Wang stroked his chin and pondered.
“What ‘The Two Heroes’?” Lin Chuan was taken aback.
“The ones who started out with you, Handon and Hongmei,” Old Wang said with a smile, “Handon just knocked off ‘King of Cheating’ and is now fully committed to the anti-fraud contest. An author with ten thousand subscriptions is indeed formidable!”
Fine works, major fine works, ten thousand subscriptions, Heavenly King, Influent Author, Platinum.
Over the 20-year history of Sailing Novel Website, there have only been a little over 1200 books with ten thousand subscriptions, which is why authors with that many are known as ‘little gods’.
Recalling the time when “Swindler” first came out alongside Handon, Lin Chuan said with a smile, “To shatter the darkness with a thunder strike!”
Old Wang spit out, “It’s not appropriate for you to say that now.”
“Then what should I say?” Lin Chuan was puzzled, “Thirty years in the east river and thirty years in the west river, don’t bully the poor anymore?”
“What if Handon bellows, ‘Don’t bully the poor with ten thousand subscriptions’?” Old Wang chuckled.
“Then I’ll just go ‘heh heh heh heh’.”
…
The refreshing breeze from the Anling River blew from night into day, from the riverside into the city. As the warm sun began to rise, it painted the eastern sky red. The morning mist gradually dispersed, revealing the full view of Anling.
The Little Landlady had arranged with the police to meet today at 9:30 AM at the Anling Police Station’s meeting room to discuss a cooperative matter.
So, Lin Chuan got up early.
“Director, how do I look in this outfit?” Downstairs from the rental property, the Little Landlady beamed with a smile.
Lin Chuan glanced up.
For this cooperative matter, the Little Landlady had “carefully dressed up in her Sunday best.”
She wore a white shirt underneath a casually chic blazer on top and a light gray long skirt that wrapped around her waist and fell just past her knees, revealing a small section of her fair legs. Paired with black leather shoes, she exuded the youthful vibe of a college student while still maintaining propriety.
“Not bad, you kind of look like a financial director,” Lin Chuan said with a laugh.
Pleased by the compliment, Zhang Xinxin’s smile brightened, “Director, why don’t you wear a suit to discuss business?”
Lin Chuan, still dressed in casual attire, replied with a smile, “A cultured inner self is naturally adorned, I focus on inner cultivation.”
“So full of twisted logic.”
Xinxin spat out.
Taking the route of bus 13, the two hailed a cab to the Anling Police Station.
They had agreed on the time, so the police station had arranged for someone to greet Lin Chuan and lead him to the meeting room.
And that person was Xia Qingqing.
Dressed in a dark cyan uniform, Xia Qingqing looked bold and valiant. When she saw Lin Chuan getting out of the cab, she revealed a smile, “Lin Chuan, over here.”
Lin Chuan smiled back, “Qingqing, how come it’s you receiving us?”
“Well, it’s because I know you,” Qingqing replied with a smile, then turned to look at the Little Landlady beside Lin Chuan, smiling politely, “Comrade Lin, who might this be?”
“Hello, police officer. I am Zhang Xinxin, the financial director of Studio 720,” Xinxin introduced herself with a twinkle in her eye.
“Hello.”
Xia Qingqing extended her hand, giving Xinxin a friendly handshake.
“Comrade Lin Chuan, I didn’t expect your studio to have a financial director, and such a beautiful one at that,” Xia Qingqing asked with interest.
“Uh, she’s also a founder of the studio.”
Lin Chuan scratched his head, feeling something off in the air, and quickly said, “Let’s head to the meeting room.”
“This way, please,” Xia Qingqing replied with a courteous smile.
As they walked, the Little Landlady murmured quietly to Lin Chuan, “Director, you seem to be quite familiar with this officer?”
Lin Chuan’s mouth twitched, “We know each other, we know each other.”
The Little Landlady pursed her lips and inwardly questioned, Director, do you just know this police officer?
Tsk!
A man’s mouth, a liar’s ghost!
One could tell at a glance that something was amiss!
Along the way, Xia Qingqing blinked and suddenly asked, “By the way, Writer Lin, did you enjoy the shrimp last night?”
“Ah?”
Lin Chuan forced a smile, “It was good… very good.”
“Is peeled shrimp tastier?” Xia Qingqing teased.
“Tasty, all tasty.”
Lin Chuan grimaced as two lines of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Seeing Lin Chuan like this, Xia Qingqing smiled satisfactorily and continued to lead Lin Chuan and Zhang Xinxin toward the meeting room.
For Lin Chuan, the walk from the entrance to the meeting room seemed exceptionally long.
Even longer than the riverside walk he took with Xia Qingqing the night before. The air seemed to carry a subtly different scent, although Lin Chuan couldn’t quite identify it.
This scene, why did it feel like a showdown from a novel?
Dammit, when I was single, I complained about not knowing any girls. Now that I’ve gotten to know a few, new troubles arise.
Alas…
Fortunately, just as they reached the floor of the meeting room, Lin Chuan saw a group of people waiting outside.
One of them was particularly prominent.
A man dressed in a white police uniform, middle-aged in appearance, with black hair flecked with grey, radiated vibrancy and energy.