Chapter 7 Is His Second Uncle Really a Con Man?

Xiao Zhang's full name is Zhang Xinxin. She is one year younger than Lin Chuan. She is currently a senior and working on her graduation project at home.

At this moment, she was standing outside Lin Chuan's rental house. She was wearing a cartoon sweatshirt on her upper body and gray cotton casual sports pants on her lower body. Although she looked ordinary, she couldn't hide her plump figure.

Her skin was also very white, and it was so watery that it seemed like water would come out of it.

Lin Chuan sighed, this is what youth is like.

There is just one bad thing about her. She likes to watch short videos. Lin Chuan has seen her watching short videos more than once.

It's embarrassing.

Zhang Xinxin's face was not right: "Lin Chuan, I want to..."

Lin Chuan took a step back: "Xiao Zhang, I know that Lao Zhang was arrested. You are in a bad mood now and urgently need to do something pleasant, but I am not a casual person."

Zhang Xinxin frowned and looked at Lin Chuan unhappily: "What good things are you thinking about!"

"Then why are you looking for me?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Your rental contract will expire next month, will you renew it?"

Lin Chuan nodded.

Zhang Xinxin took the rental contract from the pocket of her sweater and handed it to Lin Chuan: "See if there are any problems. If there are no problems, just sign it."

Lin Chuan glanced at the landlady and turned his eyes to the contract.

Wow, the rent has increased by 200 yuan.

Zhang Xinxin pursed her lips: "In this area, our rent is the lowest. It has increased by 200 yuan, but it is still the lowest."

Lin Chuan's face darkened.

The original rent was 800 yuan per month, and now it has increased to 1,000 yuan. I have lost all my full attendance for writing a book for a month.

The already tight life has become even more difficult.

Lin Chuan thought for a while and asked: "Xiao Zhang, are you interested in playing a game?"

Zhang Xinxin frowned and asked in confusion: "Play a game?"

dudu protects the whole process and runs for love.

Play a game!

Lin Chuan smiled: "Well, I mean, playing poker?"

Zhang Xinxin frowned even deeper: "You are talking about jargon, are you playing poker seriously?"

"Serious!" Lin Chuan smiled awkwardly.

"No." Zhang Xinxin refused directly.

"Uh..."

Lin Chuan frowned, why is the plot not going right?

If she plays poker, then I will let her lose all the rent.

But she doesn't play poker directly?

Impeccable!

Is she going to play improper poker?

Before Lin Chuan had time to think about it, he heard Zhang Xinxin say: "Old Zhang was imprisoned for playing cards, I don't want to repeat the same mistake."

"Okay, why did the rent suddenly increase?"

Lin Chuan asked in confusion.

The last time they met, Lin Chuan heard Old Zhang say that he had never thought about raising the rent. At that time, he thought that he was a very conscientious landlord.

As a result, he said it would increase.

Zhang Xinxin bit her lip: "Lao Zhang lost 600,000 last night, so he decided to raise the rent."

Lin Chuan's eyes widened, his face twitched: "How much did you say!?"

"600,000."

Zhang Xinxin pouted.

Oh my god!

600,000!

Lin Chuan was shocked.

He experienced the life of a con man last night and saw a lot of money. 600,000 is not a lot of money in the eyes of 'Lin Mou'.

But that is a virtual life after all.

In reality, Lin Chuan is not even a 'leek'. He belongs to the group of people who drag down GDP. He has not made much money and has no strong consumption power.

But what about the landlord Lao Zhang?

600,000 is lost at any time.

Gambling hurts people!

Lao Zhang lost money, causing me to increase the rent by 200 yuan, and I am always the one who gets hurt.

"By the way, do you want to renew the lease?" Zhang Xinxin blinked and asked.

"Renew."

Lin Chuan nodded.

In this neighborhood, the rent collected by Lao Zhang is more than 300 yuan lower than that of others. There is indeed no one who charges lower than him.

Before making money, I have to stay here.

"Wait for my water and electricity bills this month." Lin Chuan said, "In exchange, I can provide you with a legitimate website, which has what you want to see."

Zhang Xinxin looked up at Lin Chuan: "What website?"

Lin Chuan smiled, sent the legitimate website to Zhang Xinxin, and then watched the little landlady leave.

Back to the computer.

Lin Chuan got down to business and flipped through the beginning of "The Swindler".

'I am a Swindler. '

'I am the king of the gambling table. '

'Once, I became rich overnight. '

'Once, my wife and children were separated. '

'I want to use the life of a Swindler to tell you the simplest truth. '

'The moment you sit at the gambling table, your life has already been lost. '

'Nine out of ten gamblings are frauds! '

'Ten out of ten gamblings are losses! ’

‘The one who doesn’t gamble is the ultimate winner. ’

‘…’

Lin Chuan reviewed it very carefully.

Then, he opened Youyou's chat box. He sent the file and attached a message: "Youyou, this is the first 20,000 words of my new book, please review it."

The rest is to wait for Youyou to review it and reply.

"No, I have to eat!"

Lin Chuan then remembered that he didn't even have breakfast and was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back.

I really can't eat instant noodles.

Let's go out and eat something.

...

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

Youyou made a cup of instant coffee and stood in front of the French window of the company's office building.

Outside the window, the high-rise buildings in the Magic City were lined up one after another, and in the bright sunshine, they were shining with silver light, like stars falling to the earth.

She took a sip of coffee, slightly bitter.

She refreshed herself and returned to her job.

It was supposed to be lunch time, but she had to "voluntarily" work overtime.

All walks of life are very competitive.

Qihang Novel Network implements the last-place elimination system in the editing field.

Her performance in the past two years has been ranked in the middle and lower levels.

If this year's performance is still the same, she will be eliminated at the end of the year.

Ding-ding-ding!

A message popped up on the computer.

Youyou took a look.

Source of the message: Lin Chuan.

Youyou was still quite impressed with Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan had been following her. Although his performance was always unsatisfactory, he always persisted and kept updating.

"A con man?"

Youyou glanced at the file sent by Lin Chuan and muttered, "Did you really write it out?"

Youyou thought that Lin Chuan was just on a whim. When he really started writing, he would find that he would hit a wall everywhere and had no idea where to start, and then give up.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chuan wrote a 20,000-word opening.

"Let's see if you are a real con man or a toothpick."

Youyou teased to herself and opened Lin Chuan's "Con Man Life" with interest.

"I am a con man... Not gambling is the ultimate winner. ’

When Youyou first read the beginning, she couldn’t help but put away some of her contempt: “These few paragraphs at the beginning have the flavor of a gambler’s confession, which makes him worth his years of failure.”

Read on.

‘My surname is Lin, and I have no name. Let’s call me Lin. ’

‘My father is a gambler. ’

‘When I was seven years old, he was hacked to death in the street without leaving a last word. ’

‘I hid in the alley and witnessed it all. ’

‘.’

Youyou’s brows were getting tighter and tighter.

Only after she finished reading 20,000 words did she take a deep breath.

A complete con man!

Without decades of con man experience, it is impossible to write such an opening.

Editor Youyou couldn’t help but mutter: “Could it be that his second uncle is really a con man?”