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Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

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Chapter 120: Mr. Lin Takes Action, This is the Real Scam! (Please Subscribe)

Anling City, East Street.

This was an Antique Street, where architecture oozed with ancient charm. With its orderly scattered green bricks and black tiles, carved beams and painted rafters, this place differed from the modern hustle and bustle, leaning closer to the style of the Republican period.

In the alleyways, there were quaint and elegant antique shops.

On both sides of the street, stands of various sizes were set up, arrayed with a dazzling range of items: porcelain, jade, paintings, and coins were all available. The vendors, dressed in traditional attire, either held pipes or gently waved folding fans, haggling with customers tinkering with antiques.

The little landlady had changed back into a loose white T-shirt and denim shorts, holding Lin Chuan's hand, they arrived at East Street.

"Old Zhang, Aunt Liu."

From a distance, they saw Old Zhang and Liu Qing. The little landlady waved to greet them.