Asked you to write a book, not to confess your crimina

Chapter 61: The Summit of the Forbidden City

Lin Chuan turned his head and saw in the couple’s area in front of him, two people were sitting.

The guy had slick, shiny hair, a handsome face, sunny and quite good-looking, with a light smile on his mouth that exuded an enchanting self-confidence.

The girl had long, slightly curly hair that fell over her shoulders, wearing over-the-ear gaming headphones, looking radiant with energy.

They were dressed in matching printed shirts.

In the middle was a cup of bubble tea, with two straws, having just finished a game.

“Old Wang?”

Lin Chuan looked at Wang Zikai and Xue Qiqi, furrowing his brows.

Showoffs, huh!

When Wang Zikai heard Lin Chuan’s voice, his eyes lit up: “Old Lin, what brings you here?”

Lin Chuan showed a smile, walked over to Wang Zikai, and said with a laugh, “I’ve been working on a side job recently, came here to discuss some business.”

“A side job? You’re hardcore, Old Lin!”

Wang Zikai took off his gaming headphones, chuckled, and patted Lin Chuan on the shoulder.

“This is a legitimate side job!” Lin Chuan replied earnestly.

Smiling radiantly, Xue Qiqi said from the side, “Old Lin, do you know what Qianqian is worried about?”

Qianqian?

Officer Shen?

Lin Chuan’s mind conjured up the image of Shen Qianqian, and he asked in confusion, “Did Officer Shen give any orders?”

Xue Qiqi smiled and said, “Qianqian is worried that you might stray off the right path.”

“Right, Officer Shen said she is concerned about your ability to scout and fabricate crime scenes—it’s too worrisome. She hopes you won’t go astray.”

Wang Zikai immediately echoed this concern.

Uh.

The lovey-dovey couple provided their input in tandem.

Two black lines immediately appeared on Lin Chuan’s face: “Cut it out, what ‘straying off the right path’? I’ve always abided by the laws, and my side job is properly registered with the commercial bureau.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Wang Zikai nodded, showing a relieved expression.

Xue Qiqi sipped her bubble tea, curious about Lin Chuan’s side job: “Old Lin, what kind of side job do you have that brings you to discuss business at an internet cafe?”

Lin Chuan smiled and didn’t intend to keep it a secret: “I provide technical expertise in network security.”

Upon hearing this.

Wang Zikai looked Lin Chuan over carefully: “Old Lin, you never mentioned you had these skills; don’t tell me you’re into fraud!”

“Get out of here!”

Lin Chuan waved his hands dismissively, “Don’t talk nonsense, Old Wang. I’ve got plenty of skills; relying solely on writing, I’d end up eating dirt sooner or later.”

According to incomplete statistics.

Writers who earn over ten thousand a month across the net don’t exceed ten thousand people.

However, the Writers’ Association revealed that there are over ten million registered online literature authors, with nearly a million becoming contracted authors.

Some writers just end up working in factories as they write.

“No worries, with brothers like us, we definitely won’t let you eat dirt,” Wang Zikai said with a chuckle.

Lin Chuan looked back at Wang Zikai and frowned, “Old Wang, what are you doing at the internet cafe?”

“Playing team games.”

“You can play team games at home too, can’t you?”

“That just goes to show, you bachelor don’t appreciate the ambiance; it feels different playing at the internet cafe,” Wang Zikai replied, raising his eyebrows smugly.

Looking at Wang Zikai and then at Xue Qiqi, Lin Chuan was puzzled: “You two always play games and romance like this, aren’t you writing anymore?”

Xue Qiqi’s smile was brilliant: “I have a book that’s being adapted into a short series, with royalties coming in.”

Uh.

I’ll leave you be then.

Lin Chuan turned to Wang Zikai: “Is your masterpiece getting adapted too?”

Wang Zikai shook his head, “I finished a few days ago, and now my new book is already being stockpiled.”

“That fast?” Lin Chuan’s face showed a faint surprise.

Wang Zikai nodded, getting serious for a change, “Old Lin, did your editor tell you? In a while, the Anti-Fraud Center will be collecting ‘anti-fraud’ themed novels and scripts from all over the net.”

“He did.”

“Then aren’t you going to prepare? When the time comes, the two of us brothers will join, and it’ll be a massacre!” Wang Zikai laughed.

Lin Chuan also chuckled, “Alright, you handle the massacre, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Anti-fraud… If next time I randomly land a job related to anti-fraud, I might have the chance to participate.

“Play a couple of games together?” Wang Zikai suggested.

Lin Chuan glanced at the time and said, “I have a business meeting soon, probably won’t be free until tonight.”

“Then tonight we team up for a five-man game!” Wang Zikai said eagerly.

“Okay, I’m going to go get some stuff done first; you guys play.”

Afterwards.

Lin Chuan fired up a computer nearby, his hands on the keyboard, beginning to ‘play a piano sonata’.

On the computer screen, strings of characters scrolled by.

He was checking for firewall vulnerabilities at the ‘Forbidden Summit Esports Internet Cafe’.

After a while.

Lin Chuan was confident.

…

“Master, I’m back for the second time,” the Little Landlady sent a message on the phone, and Lin Chuan turned off the computer and walked toward the small office next to the internet cafe’s front desk.

In the small office.

A bald middle-aged man who looked seven or eight points similar to Old Zhang, slightly portly, was leisurely making tea.

He was the Little Landlady’s uncle, Zhang Ren.

“Lin, Li, have some tea.”

Zhang Ren poured a cup of Pu’er for both Lin Chuan and Li Qing, a smile on his face. Then, to the Little Landlady, he said, “Xinxin, you should have a cup too.”

Zhang Xinxin accepted it with ease and took a sip.

Then the Little Landlady went straight to the point, “Uncle, Lin Chuan and I have opened a network security studio together. We are here to talk about a partnership with you.”

“Of course, I know,” Zhang Ren replied.

He glanced at his niece and laughed, “However, my Forbidden Summit has had Jintang Network Security Company set up our network firewall a long time ago. We don’t really need any new protection now.”

“Jintang Network Security Company?”

The Little Landlady had not heard of the name but felt a twinge of concern.

“Right.”

Zhang Ren took a delicate sip of Pu’er and nodded, “Niece, you might not have heard of them, but Lin and Li must know.”

Then, Zhang Ren turned his gaze toward Lin Chuan and Li Qing.

Lin Chuan smiled, “Yes, Jintang is a large network security company in Anling City. A few days ago, they reached a cooperation deal with Anling Cyber Security, responsible for the network protection of the Anling Police.”

Zhang Xinxin pouted slightly.

“However.”

Lin Chuan’s tone shifted, a confident smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, “Director Zhang could also consider our 720 Studio, because the firewall that Jintang set up for Forbidden Summit is not as solid as its name suggests.”

“Hmm?” Zhang Ren’s eyes narrowed slightly, puzzled.

Immediately.

Lin Chuan’s eyes sparkled as he laughed, “As far as I know, two weeks ago, ‘Forbidden Summit’ was frequently attacked by hackers from abroad, which caused the internet cafe to be paralyzed for two days.”

“That did happen,” Zhang Ren’s hand holding the teacup stiffened slightly.

“How long did Jintang’s technicians take to maintain ‘Forbidden Summit’?” Lin Chuan asked.

Zhang Ren thought for a moment, “Three days.”

Lin Chuan smiled, “What if I say I can bypass Jintang’s newly built network firewall and take control of this cybercafe in under half an hour, would Director Zhang believe me?”