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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!!!!!!

Cabbage, cabbage, ah · 都市
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Chapter 129: The Trade (Please Subscribe)_3

"Alright, alright, alright!" the man in the blue T-shirt said with a grin, then pointed at another item.

The other item was a stove.

"A bronze incense burner," Lin Chuan uttered with a chuckle upon a brief glance.

The bronze incense burner stood on three legs, its body round and lines soft, carved with exquisitely detailed auspicious cloud patterns, with just the right density between the clouds, and the lid was openwork in the shape of clouds, complementing the mouth of the burner.

Overall, the patina of the bronze incense burner had a deep color, as if covered in a layer of light gold or reddish-brown gloss, which made it look even more antique.

"A Qing Dynasty bronze incense burner, I'll give you an estimate of just under twenty thousand," Lin Chuan concluded.

"Young man, you've got a good eye," the man in the blue T-shirt said, giving Lin Chuan a thumbs-up, then started to pack the bronze incense burner and the fighting color floral scroll-grass pattern bowl into his bag.