Chapter 31 - Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Besides writing books, do you have any other side jobs? (2/2)
She saw Lin Chuan gazing straight ahead, his eyes sharp as if he were staring at prey.
Pop!
The gun was cocked, and he pulled the trigger.
A headshot!
A pink balloon burst on cue.
Lin Chuan kept on shooting.
Pop, pop, pop, …
All 20 shots hit the target!
Shen Qianqian slightly furrowed her brow, her face showing surprise.
Not surprised by Lin Chuan’s 20 perfect hits, but because, in Lin Chuan, she seemed to see a well-trained sniper.
At least ten years of experience with guns!
“Officer Shen, thank you for subscribing to my entire novel,” Lin Chuan said as he handed over the rubber duck to Shen Qianqian.
Shen Qianqian, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Chuan, smiled and said, “Comrade Lin Chuan, are you really a writer?”
“No,” Lin Chuan shook his head.
“Then what is your real identity?” Shen Qianqian asked, slightly startled.
Lin Chuan smiled and said, “An influent author is called a writer; I’m just a no-name writer.”
Shen Qianqian covered her mouth with a smile, “I mean, besides writing, do you have any other side jobs?”
Lin Chuan scratched the back of his head, “I sometimes pretend to be a certain animal.”
“What animal?”
Lin Chuan took a rare moment to be humorous, “A single dog.”
Shen Qianqian burst into laughter, taking the rubber duck, her face unable to contain the mirth.
In sync, a few dog barks sounded out from inside Riverside Square, as if responding to Lin Chuan.
The evening breeze was cool.
The greenery by the river gently swayed in the wind, the rustling sound like the whispering murmurs between lovers.
Above, was a canvas of fine, dense stars against the dark satin sky, spreading out slowly, the scintillating starry specks intertwining to weave a heady dream.
Lin Chuan returned to his rented apartment in Happiness Community in the eastern part of the city, opened the metal gate, stepped into the familiar but simple one-room living space, and lay down on his bed.
From fantasy, he returned to reality.
That night, after getting the rubber duck, Lin Chuan did not continue to follow Old Wang’s advice but stopped abruptly instead.
He felt that he was still too far away from Shen Qianqian, this ideally perfect policewoman.
Love during one’s student days could be blind.
But as an adult, it’s known that wealthy people often end up together.
Xia Zhu might not care about money, but every moment Wang Duoyu moved her, it involved spending money, and without the inheritance from Elder Wang, Wang Duoyu wouldn’t even know who Xia Zhu was.
Was this Cupid’s arrow?
Of course not!
This was the power of cash!
The power of cash, pew pew pew, more accurate than Cupid’s arrows!
So, making money was still the primary goal!
Average Subscription had begun; using it only for dating would be such a waste, right?
Make money!
…
The next day was cloudy.
The overcast skies seemed to be covered with a veil, the occasional cool breeze blowing through the window.
Lin Chuan got up early.
Because the novel “This Assassin Is Too Professional” had already been exported and completed.
[Work: This Assassin Is Too Professional.]
[Current Status: Unpublished.]
[Popularity Value (Average Subscription): 0/3000.]
Lin Chuan opened the chat box of editor Youyou and sent a message: “Youyou, my new book is here.”
“Is it Swindler II?” Youyou replied.
Lin Chuan smiled and typed two characters: “Assassin.”
Youyou was somewhat surprised: “You really wrote about an assassin?”
Lin Chuan replied, “Yes, I’m serious!”
On the other end of the internet.
Youyou revealed a helpless smile, moved her fingers, and replied to Lin Chuan, “Send me the beginning first, let’s see if it’s exciting enough.”