Chapter 9 Technical Author

The spring breeze blows gently on the book of time.

In the blink of an eye, the night fades away and it is morning.

The sky is clean and bright, and the sunlight shines into the room through the window, soft and warm, quiet and silent.

Outside the window, the birds chirp softly, as lively as a song.

Lin Chuan's keyboard has made a pleasant sound, and the keycaps have been pressed by Lin Chuan.

Yes, Lin Chuan has opened the book.

Early in the morning, as soon as Youyou came online, she helped Lin Chuan to handle the signing procedures.

Lin Chuan began to publish chapters frantically.

After all, a novel of 1 million words requires a while to publish just a few hundred chapters.

Serialization?

Not possible!

The book is completed as soon as the contract is signed!

All will be published until noon.

Ding, the system panel is updated.

[Work: "The Swindler"]

[Status: Available]

[Popularity (average subscription): 0/1000)]

"One thousand average subscriptions will open the next experience career."

Lin Chuan said to himself.

Afterwards, he x-on:all members in the reader group: Brothers, the new book has been released, welcome to subscribe!

This group of readers is always so active.

[Great! New book is here! ]

[I just got out of the detention center. Doesn't the author write about the life of a thief? ]

[Why did you go to the detention center? ]

[Last time, I wanted to try the author's lock-picking skills, so I pried open the door of the black-hearted manager, but I forgot that his house had surveillance. ]

[What a punishment! ]

[What new book is the author writing? ]

[The Swindler! ]

[I'll be the first reader! ]

[I've been thirsty for a long time! ]

[I've already entered the chess and card room, just waiting for the author's technical support! 】

This group of old readers opened "Qihang Novels" and quickly found Lin Chuan's new book by following his author homepage.

"The Swindler"

This directly shocked the readers, and they all returned to the group, x-on:Lin Chuan.

[Author, you call this a new book? A new book with one million words? ]

[The donkey in the production team wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, right? It's too scary! ]

[My goodness, what did I see? ]

[Author, be more restrained. ]

[If you are so arrogant, you should consider whether your colleagues can bear it! ]

...

Happy Community.

In a slightly luxurious living room, a middle-aged man slumped on the sofa, staring at the fish tank in front of him in a daze, his eyes dull.

He was a little fat, and his hair was a little gray.

This middle-aged man was Lin Chuan's landlord, Lao Zhang.

He was arrested yesterday for gambling in a group, and spent a night in the police station detention center. He paid bail early this morning and finally returned home.

"I told you not to gamble, but you lost hundreds of thousands of dollars last night and ended up in the police station."

Zhang Xinxin sat opposite Lao Zhang, looking at her father unhappily.

Lao Zhang's skin was a little loose, and he seemed to have aged a few years overnight, losing his spirit.

"That's all I have."

Lao Zhang pouted at his daughter's rebuke.

Zhang Xinxin continued: "You call it a hobby, but it's gambling, can you touch it?"

Lao Zhang spread his hands and turned his head to one side: "If I don't play cards with my friends, what can I do? Collecting rent all day, isn't it boring?"

Zhang Xinxin had a stern face.

She taught her father a lesson very seriously.

"There are a lot of hobbies to develop. You can go out for a walk, watch videos, read novels, aren't they all good?"

"There are so many fun things, why do you have to gamble?"

"Lin Chuan has been writing books for so long, but he still enjoys it, doesn't he?"

Facing his precious daughter, Lao Zhang knew he was in the wrong and waved his hands: "Okay, okay, I won't gamble anymore. I can watch videos and read novels at home, right?"

Zhang Xinxin stopped talking: "Okay, I'll go to the store."

Lao Zhang watched Zhang Xinxin go downstairs and pouted.

Being a landlord is really boring.

Forget it, read novels.

Lao Zhang took out his mobile phone, opened the application market, and downloaded novel software.

"Qihang novel, it has a lot of downloads, let's take this one."

But his heart was not on the novel, but on the gambling table where he lost money the night before.

Thinking back to that night.

The reason why he lost so badly was not only because he was addicted, but also because the other party was too lucky.

He suspected that the other party was cheating, but he couldn't find any evidence.

Some people insisted that the man was cheating and secretly called Yaoyaoling under the pretext of going to the toilet.

So, he was arrested.

At this time, in the Qihang Novel App, big data accurately pushed several books to Lao Zhang.

"Gambling in the Sea of ​​​​Endless"

"Cheater"

"You've lost everything, still gambling?"

Lao Zhang glanced at it and locked his eyes on the second book.

Cheater!

He suddenly became interested!

"If I know some tricks, wouldn't I be a big shot in the card game?"

Old Zhang entered the YY stage.

Of course, he didn't expect to learn tricks from the novel, but thought that the novel might satisfy his unrealistic fantasy.

Old Zhang clicked on "The Thousand Faces" and glanced at the author's pen name: Lin, but did not stop and went straight to the text.

'I am a Thousand Faces... Not gambling is the ultimate winner. '

"It can be seen that Lin has never been to the gambling table. There are many people who win in the casino, making millions and millions, faster than collecting rent."

Old Zhang complained.

His brain was insensitive and automatically ignored this exhortation.

Gamblers don't listen to advice.

Old Zhang flipped through a few pages, took a quick look, and frowned: "It seems to be well written."

"Huh? There are also dice listening techniques?"

Old Zhang sat up a little straighter on the sofa.

His eyes fell on a few paragraphs:

‘I watched intently, listening to the crisp sound in the dice cup. ’

‘The master shook the dice cup and said: The dice has six sides, and each side has a different number of concave points. ’

‘If you have studied physics, you will know that for dice of the same material, the force determines the size of the sound, and different concave points determine the different sounds of the collision. ’

‘Listen carefully! ’

‘Pah! The dice fell to the ground! ’

‘…’

Old Zhang frowned and muttered: "When I was the representative of the physics department, I heard the physics teacher talk about the propagation principle of sound. It seems to be like this."

After collecting rent for many years, I have forgotten all the knowledge I learned in school.

Now, it seems that I have recalled a little.

Old Zhang continued to read with a studious heart.

In the book, the sound comparison of the points on each side falling to the ground is clearly written.

Now, Old Zhang can't sit still!

"Is it really like this?"

Old Zhang is very confused.

He immediately took out the dice from the drawer and put them in the dice cup, intending to test it.

Lao Zhang sat up straight, holding the dice cup in his right hand and shaking it in the air, his eyes were bright, with a gambler's concentration.

He had good hearing and could clearly hear the sound of the dice falling to the ground in the dice cup.

Bang!

The dice cup fell on the coffee table.

Lao Zhang's eyes were burning: "I want to see if it's as you said!"