Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record! - Chapter 202
Chapter 202: Chapter 164 Archaeology, I’m So Familiar With It (Please Subscribe)
Real world.
Anling City, Qingxiu District, Linjiang Mansion.
The night had not yet faded, and the bright moonlight shone on the surface of the Anling River, like a silvery gray ribbon, slowly flowing and winding eastward.
At this moment.
The system’s voice rang out—
[Congratulations to the host for a complete experience of the ‘Seven Stars Lu King Palace’ instance.]
[You’ve acquired the ability: Touching Gold Secret Skill.]
[Based on your career experience in the ‘Touch Gold Captain (Instance: Seven Stars Lu King Palace)’, a novel titled “Touch Gold Notes” (Volume One) has been auto-generated, approximately 300,000 words in length, and is now being auto-exported for you. It will be completed in about 3 hours, please check for it then.]
[Additionally, “Touch Gold Notes” (Volume One) must be published, signed, and reach one hundred thousand collections before activating the second instance.]
[Special note: Any data manipulation is strictly prohibited.]
“One hundred thousand collections, the requirement for the first instance isn’t too high, though judging by the system’s typical behavior, the difficulty to unlock the tomb robbing instances in the future will probably increase progressively,” Lin Chuan muttered to himself.
He then took a deep breath, calming the thoughts in his mind.
He had just cleared the ‘Seven Stars Lu King Palace’.
In his mind, the scenes from the ‘Seven Stars Lu King Palace’ were still vividly etched.
The Green-eyed Fox Corpse, Calamus draco, Nine-Headed Serpent Cypress, Blood Corpse, Red Corpse Beetle, Jade Figurine, Purple Gold Box, Snake Eyebrow Copper Fish, King Lushang, King Zhou of Mu, Seven-Star Suspicious Coffin, and so on, all gave Lin Chuan a sense of magical realism.
Many of these things were beyond imagination and seemed difficult to explain with science.
Not quite real.
But for Lin Chuan, this was definitely a good thing!
Unreal is good!
It saves readers from teasing him every day that the books he writes are autobiographies, crime records.
“This time, I’m absolutely innocent,” Lin Chuan hummed to himself.
It was still the early hours of the morning, 2:35 a.m.
The flow of time in the virtual world differed from reality, and the Seven Stars Lu King Palace instance had not taken up much of Lin Chuan’s time.
The night wind was slightly cool.
Lin Chuan and Little Landlady Zhang Xinxin’s new place had good ventilation, with the evening breeze blowing through the window, bringing a chill into the bedroom.
At this moment.
The Little Landlady was still deep in sleep, her body slightly curled up like an obedient little cat.
Lin Chuan looked at the Little Landlady with a touch of warmth in his heart, gently covered her with a blanket, then lay down beside her. It wasn’t long before Lin Chuan’s breathing became even and steady, and he drifted off into sleep.
The night receded, and dawn’s light spread.
In the blink of an eye, it was 9:30 in the morning.
Lin Chuan slowly woke up, opening his drowsy eyes.
The rising sun was already hanging outside the window, its light falling on the curtains, casting a faint glow, while a few chirping bird calls reached Lin Chuan’s ears.
The Little Landlady was no longer by his side, but from the kitchen, there came a faint noise.
Shortly after.
A small head peered out from the bedroom door, blinking eyes as bright as spring: “Chairman, breakfast is ready.”
“Sure.”
A knowing smile spread across Lin Chuan’s face.
This might just be the meaning of life.
At least for him, it is.
“This morning, Old Zhang sent a message,” the Little Landlady said, handing Lin Chuan an egg.
“What did Old Zhang say?”
“The Antique Shop is popular now.”
Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, “The Antique Shop is popular too?”
The Little Landlady nodded lightly, her lips curving into a smile: “The commotion you caused over in Modu was too big. I’m guessing netizens used Tianyancha to find out that Goldstone Edge Antique Shop in Anling belongs to you and then they started coming in to check in.”
“So our shop has become an internet celebrity spot?” Lin Chuan inquired.
“Seems like it,” the Little Landlady nodded, then added, “It’s not just that, our Antique Shop might even become an official partner. This morning, Qianqian told me that there’s an institute in our city that wants to collaborate with Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.”
“What institute, what kind of collaboration?” Lin Chuan asked, his brow furrowing slightly in wonder and contemplation.
“Let me check the information,” the Little Landlady took out her phone and browsed through it before saying, “Found it. Sister Qianqian said that the institute is called Anling City Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute.”
“Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute… Did she mention how exactly they plan to collaborate?” Lin Chuan asked with curiosity.
The Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute is an institution in Anling City that holds qualifications for archaeological excavation and the restoration of movable cultural relics. Its primary responsibilities include the preservation of cultural relics within the city and proactive excavations of sites and tombs.
It is an organization formed from the merger of the Cultural Relics Bureau and the Archaeological Research Institute.
“The name of the collaboration project sounds quite professional; it’s post-archaeological excavation cultural relic identification, restoration, and protection,” the Little Landlady said with a blink, smiling.
“Perfectly relevant to my field,” Lin Chuan chuckled.
“Chairman, do we go ahead with the collaboration?” the Little Landlady asked Lin Chuan for his opinion, “If you’re interested, I can reply to Sister Qianqian.”
“Sure, I should make some extra income too, instead of just living off someone else,” Lin Chuan said half-jokingly.
“Doesn’t it taste good?”
With eyes clear as autumn water, the Little Landlady’s face glowed with a bright smile.
Lin Chuan was taken aback, then laughed, “Living off someone else tastes good, but the meals are even better.”
“Am I your meal?”
“Hmm… how could you not be?”
“`
“What dish is that?” asked the Little Landlady, blinking her eyes.
Lin Chuan looked at the Little Landlady’s pretty face, pondered for a moment, and slowly uttered two words, “Pickled mustard.”
“Pickled mustard…”
The Little Landlady was taken aback and her face instantly flushed red. “Chairman, you’re being indecent so early in the morning.”
Lin Chuan laughed heartily. “Am I?”
“Humph.” The Little Landlady pouted slightly. “Let’s get to serious matters. Sister Qianqian replied to the message. She said she and the staff from the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute are coming to pick you up.”
“Alright,” Lin Chuan nodded.
The wind on a summer morning was always so refreshing.
The sun had not yet climbed high into the sky, only a pale golden glow seeped through at the horizon, tinting the edge of the clouds with a gentle golden hue.
Situated by the riverbank, Linjiang Mansion was serene and elegant; the chirping of birds, the sound of flowing water, and the faint noise of traffic from afar all mingled together. The surface of the river shimmered, like a silver ribbon gently swaying at the edge of the city.
“Lin Chuan.”
A white SUV stopped outside Linjiang Mansion, and from the driver’s seat, Shen Qianqian got out.
“Weren’t you dealing with anti-fraud? How did you end up managing a project for the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute?” Lin Chuan teased from the roadside as he looked at Shen Qianqian.
Standing under the sun, Shen Qianqian’s shadow stretched to Lin Chuan’s feet. Clad in a blue uniform, she looked spirited and charming, with her sweet oval face wearing a familiar smile.
“It’s all because of you. I was given a new project last minute,” Shen Qianqian said with a smile.
“Can you reveal what the project is?” Lin Chuan smiled back, asking.
“The project is… you.”
“Me?” Lin Chuan was taken aback.
“You’re now considered a talent in Anling City. The bureau values you highly. Just recently, the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute excavated a batch of relics, some of which need restoration. Director Zhang highly recommended you to restore these relics. He wasn’t content with just that, he also arranged for me to follow up,” Shen Qianqian explained with a smile.
Thanks to the promotion of the anti-fraud app and the exposure of a large number of real scenes in the Old Street Factory District, the anti-fraud situation in Anling City was very good.
Shen Qianqian’s work at the Anti-Fraud Center had become more relaxed.
Director Zhang Biao even planned to transfer some of the anti-fraud police back to their original posts after a while.
“You’ve worked hard,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.
“Hardly as much as you. Going to Modu on a business trip, you even cracked a big case on the side. I was thinking if I really get transferred back to being a detective, should I hold on to your coattails?” Shen Qianqian winked and laughed.
“Don’t let me miss out on the bonus for solving the case.”
Lin Chuan chuckled cheerfully.
Under the bright sunlight, Shen Qianqian’s face also revealed a hint of a smile.
At that moment, a sedan drove up slowly and stopped in front of Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian.
A girl in her mid-twenties got out of the car, about 170 cm tall, dressed in a simple T-shirt with a modest color, and jeans that outlined her slender legs. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, adding a casual touch to her look.
She wore a high ponytail, her fair skin glowing with healthy color. With a calm demeanor, a high nose bridge, rosy lips, and a smile at the corners of her mouth, she seemed warm and approachable.
“Let me introduce you. This is my high school classmate, Qin Sisi, also an excellent staffer at the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute,” Shen Qianqian introduced, looking at Lin Chuan and Qin Sisi.
“Writer Lin, I’ve heard so much about you.”
Qin Sisi extended her hand, her face adorned with a calm and gentle smile.
Lin Chuan lightly shook Qin Sisi’s hand, feeling the soft coolness on the back of her fingers, while her fingertips had a faint sandpapery sensation, like a thin layer of callus, and he said with a smile,
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“I wouldn’t dare, how could I, in front of a frontline archaeological excavator, falsely claim to be an expert.”
Qin Sisi raised an eyebrow, a touch of surprise appeared on her gentle and serene face as she smiled and asked, “There are cultural relic restorers, archaeological researchers, and archaeological excavators at the institute, how does Writer Lin know I work in archaeological excavation?”
As she spoke, she glanced at Shen Qianqian beside her.
Shen Qianqian explained with a smile, “Sisi, I didn’t tell him that.”
Lin Chuan also smiled, “I write online novels, and I often have to do research on various characters for my stories, so over time, I’ve remembered these things.”
If it’s a cultural relic restorer or an archaeological excavator, the calluses on their palms are distributed differently.
The former generally have calluses on the pads of their thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers, while the latter have them on their ring fingers and little fingers as well.
Qin Sisi had new calluses.
The moment Lin Chuan touched her hand, he knew she was a frontline archaeological excavator who handled excavation shovels.
Archaeology, I know that all too well.
“Writer Lin really has a wide range of interests,” Qin Sisi said with a glint in her eyes and a smile.
Shen Qianqian muttered with a slight look of confusion, “Lin Chuan, you haven’t written any novels about archaeology, have you?”
She was Lin Chuan’s most devoted book fan.
As soon as a new novel was released, she would subscribe to the whole series, then curl up on the sofa or lie in bed after work, immersing herself in the worlds created by Lin Chuan.
It was her way of peering into Lin Chuan’s inner world, one of the few ways she had.
Lin Chuan smiled, “The time is coming soon.”
“Touch Gold Notes,” the first volume, I plan to publish it in a few days.
“Does Writer Lin also write archaeological novels?” Qin Sisi asked curiously.
Archaeology was her profession as well as her interest.
Many individuals in archaeology take their experiences and write them down as diaries, notes, or even novels, documenting these bizarre and magical adventures.
She was no exception and very interested in archaeological novels.
“Archaeology…” Lin Chuan paused, then smiled and said, “Well, sort of.”
“You really do know a lot.”
As an old acquaintance of Lin Chuan’s and having interacted with him for quite some time, Shen Qianqian knew the characteristics of Lin Chuan’s novels and couldn’t help murmuring softly.
She guessed that if Lin Chuan didn’t know it, he wouldn’t write it.
If he wrote about it, then he knew it.
“Then I must look forward to reading Writer Lin’s masterpiece.”
Qin Sisi smiled, like a breeze caressing the face, willows swaying gently.
“You better not read it, I’m afraid you’ll get addicted, he writes so realistically, people say his novels are criminal… ahem, autobiographical,” Shen Qianqian cautioned Qin Sisi with a laugh.
“Qianqian, I’m even more interested in an archaeological novel with a sense of realism, what should I do?”
Qin Sisi’s lips curved into a smile as she spoke.
Off to the side.
Lin Chuan quipped, “This novel has a touch of magical color to it, so it shouldn’t be too realistic.”
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