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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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Yueming Tea House.

After President Li had spoken with Liu Qing on the phone, he already had a plan in mind. He then returned to the private room with long strides and an energetic spirit:

"Director Lin, Little Director Zhang, sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It's no problem at all," Lin Chuan waved his hand, smiling, "Today it's us who have troubled President Li. It's only right that we should wait."

"You're too kind, Director Lin."

President Li seated himself, laughing heartily.

Lin Chuan took a sip of tea and immediately passed the 'Fengtian One Tael' coin back to President Li: "President Li, we've already looked at the stove, hairpin, and fan earlier, and now only this coin remains."

President Li took the coin, glanced at Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady, then fixed his gaze back on the coin that had his nerves trembling.

He slightly furrowed his brows and summarized the origin of the coin.

Next, he began analyzing its appearance: