Chapter 7 - Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Is His Second Uncle Really a Swindler? (2/2)
“Give me this month’s utilities for free,” Lin Chuan said. “In exchange, I can provide you with a legit website, which has what you want to see.”
Zhang Xinxin looked up at Lin Chuan, “What’s the website?”
Lin Chuan smiled and sent the legitimate website to Zhang Xinxin, then watched as the Little Landlady left.
Back at his computer.
Lin Chuan started on the serious business and reviewed the beginning of “Swindler’s Life” again.
‘I am a swindler.’
‘I am the king who turns the tables at the gambling table.’
‘Once, I made a fortune overnight.’
‘Once, I lost my wife and children.’
‘I want to use “Swindler’s Life” to tell you the simplest truth.’
‘The moment you sit at the gambling table, you’ve already lost in life.’
‘Nine out of ten gambles are deceitful!’
‘Ten out of ten gambles are losses!’
‘Not gambling is the only way to be the ultimate winner.’
‘…’
Lin Chuan reviewed it very carefully.
Then, he opened Youyou’s chat window, sent the file, and attached a message, “Youyou, this is the first 20,000 words of my new book. Please review the manuscript for me.”
What’s left was waiting for Youyou’s review and reply.
“Wrong, I still need to eat!”
Only then did Lin Chuan remember that he hadn’t even had breakfast and was now so hungry that his stomach clung to his back.
He really couldn’t face instant noodles anymore.
It was better to go out for a bite.
…
At noon, the sunshine was brilliant.
Youyou made a cup of instant coffee and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the company office building.
Outside the window, the skyscrapers of Modu were staggered, twinkling with specks of silver in the bright sunlight, like stars fallen to earth.
She took a sip of coffee, slightly bitter.
It picked her up a bit, and she returned to her workstation.
It should have been her lunch break, but she had “voluntarily” stayed to work overtime.
Every industry was highly competitive.
At Sailing Novel Website, the editing department implemented a system where the bottom performers got eliminated.
Her performance over the past two years had also always been mediocre.
If her performance remained the same this year, by the end of the year, she would be eliminated.
Ding-ding-ding!
A message notification popped up on her computer.
Youyou glanced at it.
Message from: Lin Chuan.
Youyou had a pretty deep impression of Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan had always followed her, and although his performance was always disappointing, he persisted and never stopped updating.
“Swindler?”
Youyou muttered as she looked at the file sent by Lin Chuan, “Did he really write it?”
Youyou initially thought that Lin Chuan was just impulsive and that once he really started writing, he would know the obstacles everywhere, be at a loss for how to proceed, and then give up.
To her surprise, Lin Chuan churned out a hefty 20,000-word beginning.
“Let’s see if you’re a real swindler or just a toothpick.”
Youyou murmured to herself, tauntingly, and opened Lin Chuan’s “Swindler’s Life” with interest.
‘I am a swindler… Not gambling is the way to be the ultimate winner.’
At the beginning, Youyou couldn’t help but put aside her condescension a bit, “These opening sections do have a bit of gambler’s confessional tone, not bad for someone who has flopped for years.”
She read on.
‘My surname is Lin, no name, just call me Mr. Lin.’
‘My father was a gambler.’
‘In the year I turned seven, he was hacked to death on the street, leaving not a single last word.’
‘I hid in the alley and witnessed it all.’
‘…’
Youyou’s eyebrows furrowed more and more firmly.
Only after reading the entire 20,000 words did she take a deep breath.
Pure swindler flavor!
Without decades of a swindler’s experience, one couldn’t write such a beginning.
Editor Youyou couldn’t help muttering, “Could it be that his uncle really is a swindler?”