Chapter 518: Chapter 321: The Second Ti_2
“That’s not the case; Qiqi and I were thinking about getting a new apartnt because the previous one was too small and not convenient enough.” On the other end of the internet, Old Wang eagerly explained.
“Your place is over a hundred square ters, isn’t that enough for two people?” Lin Chuan asked.
“You and your rich girlfriend also live in a big house, right? Qiqi and I want to set up a room for writing, one for gaming, and one for pleasure, so how could a hundred square ters be enough?” Wang Zikai replied.
“Wait, a pleasure room?”
Lin Chuan suddenly spotted an inconsistency.
“Don’t act like you’ve never seen the world,” Old Wang teased, “You sure have lots of experience with pleasure.”
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“Hehe.”
Lin Chuan grinned and then asked, “Nothing unusual recently, has it?”
“Nothing, why do you ask?”
Wang Zikai looked puzzled.
“Just checking in on you,” Lin Chuan laughed.
Wang Zikai looked wary as if afraid Lin Chuan would devour him, “Don’t suddenly care about , man. You’re not gay, are you? I knew it, you made so money and now you want sothing thrilling, right? But I have Qiqi now, sorry, living off a woman requires certain determination.”
Lin Chuan’s face suddenly showed streaks of annoyance, and he rubbed his forehead.
How did I end up knowing such a buddy?
Helpless, Lin Chuan replied, “Who the hell is gay, man? I’m straight as they co!”
“Hahaha!”
Wang Zikai burst out laughing,
Suddenly,
he ssaged, “If you really want to know sothing odd, there actually is.”
Lin Chuan looked curious, “What odd thing?”
“People keep wanting to loan money, even trying to give cash to spend. They keep bothering with ssages!” Wang Zikai complained.
“How often?”
“Quite often, especially in the last few days, it was really annoying! They probably knew I hooked up with a rich woman, it’s been less severe these past two days,” Wang Zikai explained.
“Anything else?” Lin Chuan asked.
“That’s it,” Wang Zikai replied.
“That’s fine, just don’t borrow money recklessly and end up calling to rescue you,” Lin Chuan, as an old friend, teased.
“If caught, I’ll personally hand them over to the police station!”
Wang Zikai bragged.
Lin Chuan felt sowhat relieved about Wang Zikai.
Old Wang was pretty blunt and spoke in odd ways, but tricking him might still prove challenging.
Soon after, Old Wang went off to check out more properties.
anwhile, Lin Chuan was in the office, imrsing himself as a decision-maker in Baisheng Group, trying his best to analyze certain things.
“Old Wang is probably not a concern.”
Saying this, Lin Chuan underlined Wang Zikai’s na with a small triangle.
Lin Chuan then inquired about Li Qing.
Li Qing was modest and content with his position in the company, unlikely to be a point of entry.
Finally, Lin Chuan’s focus landed on the two most likely persons.
Little Landlady, Angelina.
These two won were currently quite close to Lin Chuan and pinning down either one, he assud, would easily lead him into a trap.
Little Landlady was his girlfriend.
Angelina was his staunch supporter, who had helped him considerably.
From both an emotional and rational perspective, if either of them acted suspiciously, Lin Chuan would not hesitate to intervene.
Previously, when Old Street Factory District tried to target Little Landlady, the result was evident.
All of a sudden,
Lin Chuan picked up the cell phone on his desk and opened the chat box with Anti-Gambling Expert Chen Ming, which displayed a photo sent by Chen Ming.
The photo depicted Old Zhang in a one-on-one gambling simulation with a gambling prevention staff mber.
Lin Chuan focused on this gambling staff mber.
This staff mber, her hair tied back, bore a different aura on her roughly thirty-year-old face.
“Looks kind of foreign.”
Lin Chuan frowned.
Every ethnic group’s facial bone structures are unique, and the anti-gambling expert facing Old Zhang appeared to be a businessman from Southeast Asia.
However, appearances can be deceiving; one cannot discern much from just a photograph.
But this gave Lin Chuan an idea.
Thus, next to the na “Xinxin” on the paper, Lin Chuan wrote “Old Zhang.”
Ti flew by.
Two days had passed.
During this ti,
Squirrel truly cooperated with so hackers within Baisheng Group, deploying new network security protections to guard against Lin Chuan’s “sneak attacks.”
Squirrel’s original skills weren’t that advanced.
It was just that, after getting the “Lin Chuan” add-on, his skills improved dramatically, as if he had an ‘old grandpa’ in his head, which thrilled him.
For this, Chairman Zhao of Baisheng Group took another careful look.
He patted Squirrel on the shoulder contentedly, “Young man, you’re doing really well. Keep it up! How about you co and manage our departnt of network technology?”
Squirrel agreed, albeit hesitantly.
On Lin Chuan’s end,
That evening,
Old Zhang, unusually, called him, “Lin, want to grab so dinner together?”
“Old Zhang, what’s up?”
Generosity without cause, usually has ulterior motives.
Old Zhang seldom contacted Lin Chuan. His special invitation tonight was strange and unexpected.
It was like a long-lost friend suddenly reaching out.
Either he was getting married, or he wanted to borrow money.
Ninety percent of the ti, it was one of these two scenarios.
“I just want to have dinner together and ask you a few questions,” Old Zhang said cheerfully.
“About Cheating Techniques?”
Lin Chuan asked.
Old Zhang nodded, “Yeah, the more I work in anti-gambling, the more I feel my skills are lacking.”
“Are they that challenging? Even with your techniques, they don’t believe the gas are rigged?” Lin Chuan asked, guessing the reason.
“Let’s talk more when we et,” Old Zhang suggested.
“Alright then, I’ll bring Xinxin along, or she’ll go hungry tonight,” Lin Chuan joked.
“No problem, let’s et at the sa place last ti; I think the food there is good,” Old Zhang cheerfully proposed.
“Sounds good.”
Lin Chuan put away his phone and prepared for the eting.
The night was as dark as ink; the hazy moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, dappling the winding stone path. The theater built by Youran Villa had upturned eaves that cast deep shadows on the ground.
The night wind, carrying red lanterns, swayed gently, bringing a chill that brushed against one’s face, fluttering the Little Landlady’s hair.
The Little Landlady, brushing her hair with one hand and holding Lin Chuan with the other, walked into Youran Villa and chuckled, “It’s rare for Old Zhang to treat us to two als in a row.”
“All thanks to my expertise!”
Lin Chuan boasted.
“Old Zhang still claims he’s a natural talent. Now he realizes the importance of learning; he used to brag that he could pass his tests without attending classes,” the Little Landlady rcilessly teased.
Old Zhang was waiting ahead, and hearing this, his face reddened a bit: “Mainly because I’m getting older, and my hands are slower. Plus, your old man hasn’t really gambled much, and I don’t quite get many of the tricks in casinos.”
“Maybe Lin Chuan can teach you a few tricks on gathering information?”
The Little Landlady suggested cheerfully.
“After eating your dish, Lin and I will just discuss it a bit; I trust his skills and strategies,” Old Zhang waved his hand and walked into the private room, sitting down.
Lin Chuan smiled and played the diator, “A swindler needs practice; just keep at it. As they say, the older, the craftier. Old Zhang has the advantage of life experience.”
“Ha ha!”
Old Zhang was quite pleased with these remarks and winked at the Little Landlady, “See, our son-in-law knows the score.”
“Tch, son-in-law my foot!”
The Little Landlady snorted, her cheeks flushing red.
“It’s only a matter of ti,” Old Zhang looked at Lin Chuan more approvingly, chuckling happily.
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