Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Realm of Fine Quality? (2/2)

“Sir, please scan here to pay.”

The young lady wore a smile on her face, her service was top-notch.

This modest beef noodle shop was somehow elevated by Lin Chuan to the sensation of a high-end restaurant.

Of course.

Lin Chuan had to foot the bill for his retaliatory spending.

The beef cost eight yuan, the egg three yuan, and the soy milk three yuan and fifty cents, a total of fourteen yuan and fifty cents.

A sizeable sum was deducted from his already meager balance.

It wasn’t long.

Before the young lady brought over a new bowl of beef noodles.

The beef brimmed over the bowl, sprinkled with a few green onion flakes, and there was a plump egg nestled on top; just one whiff and I could smell the rich fragrance.

Lin Chuan hadn’t eaten such a lavish dinner outside in a long time.

Then, he laughed at himself again.

I’m really scared of being poor!

Retaliatory spending, yet I only dare to add extra beef, egg, and soy milk!

Forget it, don’t think too much.

Time to eat.

Lin Chuan thought this meal’s beef noodles tasted exceptionally good, and he ate his fill.

That bottle of ordinary soy milk also seemed to taste better than those milk tea beverages that cost several tens of yuan each, even though he had never tried them.

Man… I’m really scared of being poor.

The breeze in spring was very gentle.

Lin Chuan walked out of the noodle shop, through the old alleyways, inhaling the faint floral scent permeating the old city district, along with the slightly cool mist.

The sunlight fell, and as Lin Chuan walked on the stone pavement, his shallow shadow was cast.

Lin Chuan didn’t stop to appreciate the unique atmosphere of the old city district.

His strides were vigorous, and he quickly returned to Happiness Community.

“Zhang, watching short videos again?”

Lin Chuan greeted Zhang Xinxin as he passed the small supermarket, very amiably.

“You really think I won’t raise your rent?”

Zhang Xinxin pursed her lips.

But Lin Chuan had already sprinted away, rushing up to the sixth floor in one breath.

It has to be said.

The ‘Quality’ comment by editor Youyou had really lifted Lin Chuan’s spirits!

The Lin Chuan of now, was all about publishing his new book, publishing, publishing!

Making big money!

Lin Chuan once again sat down in front of the computer and opened his reader group.

“Guys, the new book is confirmed!”

The group immediately responded.

[Has the Influent Author already decided on the new book theme?]

Lin Chuan: Confirmed.

[What theme? / eager.jpg]

[The Author is starting a new book?]

[Whatever the Author writes, I love to read!]

[Guys, let me tell you something, relying on the theft techniques, ahem, lock-picking techniques the Author taught me, I’ve already registered as a locksmith at the police station!]

[Bro, that’s awesome!]

Lin Chuan laughed heartily: The new book’s theme is about swindlers; I estimate it will pass the review tomorrow, handle the contract, and you guys can see if it suits your taste tomorrow.

Lin Chuan’s bubbling, the previously scanty reader group, immediately livened up.

Demons and monsters, many great beings, came forth in succession.

[Swindler? Author, you’re so daring!]

[That profession is not easy to control, yo!]

[I’m already looking forward to it, what should I do?]

[May I timidly ask, is this swindler thing also a technical writing style?]

Lin Chuan replied: Of course, after all, I am a technical-style author.

In “Thief”, Lin Chuan’s finely detailed descriptions of the theft process and the miraculous lock-picking had led some authors to call him a technical-style author.

Even the police had come knocking, could it not be technical?

[Whoa! Author, can you really do it?]

[I don’t believe it! Unless you teach me a couple of tricks!]

[Author, you’re really too audacious!]

[It’s just that I’ve been losing at cards lately; I really need to study this well!]

[Your last book on realistic theft and lock-picking, and now this one on the swindler profession, you truly are a treasure trove Author!]