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Chapter 9: Chapter 9 Technical Flow Author

Spring breezes gently fluttered the pages of time.

In the blink of an eye, the night faded, and morning arrived.

The sky was clean and bright, sunlight streamed through the window into the room, soft and warm, silent and peaceful.

Outside the window, birds chirped softly, their calls melodic and lively.

Lin Chuan’s keyboard already produced a pleasant rhythm, the keycaps worn smooth from his touch.

Yes, Lin Chuan had already started writing.

Early in the morning, as soon as Youyou logged on, she helped Lin Chuan with the signing process.

Lin Chuan began to release chapters frantically.

After all, to publish those hundreds of chapters of a million-word novel, it would take a good while to operate.

Serial release?

Non-existent!

The book was complete upon signing!

Until noon, all chapters were published.

Ding, the system panel updated.

[Work: “Life of a Thief”]

[Status: Now on sale]

[Popularity Value (Average Subscription): 0/1000]

“One thousand average subscriptions, and I can start the next job experience.”

Lin Chuan muttered to himself.

Then, he @’ed all members in the reader’s group: Brothers, the new book is out, welcome to subscribe!

Those readers were always so active.

[Awesome! Heading for the new book now!]

[I just got out of detention. Isn’t the author writing about the Life of a Thief anymore?]

[How did you get into detention?]

[Last time I was itching to try out the author’s lock-picking skills for real, ended up picking the lock of the corrupt manager’s door but forgot about his surveillance system.]

[That’s real crime!]

[What new book is the author writing?]

[Life of a Swindler!]

[I’ll be the first reader!]

[I’ve been craving this!]

[I’m already at the card room, just waiting for the author’s technical support!]

This batch of loyal readers quickly found his new novel through Lin Chuan’s author page on Sailing Novel.

“Life of a Swindler”

At a glance, they were startled and all came back to the group, mentioning Lin Chuan.

[Author, you call this a new book? Is there such a thing as a million-word new book?]

[Even a commune’s donkey wouldn’t dare to be this intense, right? This is terrifying!]

[Goodness, what am I seeing?]

[Author, take it easy.]

[With the way you’re going, have you considered whether your fellow writers can take it?]

…

Happiness Community.

In a somewhat luxurious living room, a middle-aged man slumped on the sofa, idly staring at the fish tank in front of him, his eyes lifeless.

He was slightly overweight with strands of gray in his hair.

This middle-aged man was Lin Chuan’s landlord, Old Zhang.

He had been taken away for engaging in illegal gambling the day before and had spent the night in the police station’s detention cell. Early this morning, he had paid his bail and finally returned home.

“I told you not to gamble, but look at you, you lost tens of thousands last night and even ended up in the police station.”

Zhang Xinxin sat across from Old Zhang, glowering at her father.

Old Zhang’s skin was somewhat saggy, and he seemed to have aged several years overnight, losing his vigor.

“It’s my only hobby.”

Facing his daughter’s reproach, Old Zhang retorted with a pout.

Zhang Xinxin continued, “You call that a hobby? It’s gambling. Should you even touch that?”

Old Zhang spread his hands and turned his head away, “If I don’t play cards with friends, what can I do? Collect rent all day, isn’t that nauseating?”

Zhang Xinxin’s face was stern.

She seriously scolded her father.

“There are plenty of hobbies you could take up. Go bird-watching, stream some videos, read some novels, all of those are great, aren’t they?”