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

President Li laughed heartily and then added, "Director Lin, my friend can't show his face, so he asked me to handle the handover on his behalf."

"No problem, please."

Lin Chuan extended his hand, gesturing for them to take a seat.

At a cue from President Li, two bodyguards immediately placed two briefcases on the table and opened them in front of Lin Chuan.

Inside the cases, stacks of yuan filled them to the brim, a full three million in cash, catching Lin Chuan's eye.

Lin Chuan, not minding the trouble, took out several stacks of yuan to examine.

In the "Antique Forgery" Virtual World, as a grandmaster-level figure in antique counterfeiting, Lin Chuan naturally dealt with quite a bit of money.

Therefore, he had some research into the authenticity of currency.

After confirming there was nothing wrong with this batch of cash, Lin Chuan closed the briefcases and laughed, "Seeing so much cash for the first time, I'm scared of being poor; President Li must find this amusing."

President Li smiled, "Director Lin jests. With your strength, such amounts are but a trifle."

"You flatter me, the remaining 300,000..." Lin Chuan smiled and said:

"The remaining 300,000... will be transferred immediately into Director Lin's account after we have verified the goods and confirmed they are correct," President Li said with a laugh.

"No problem."

Lin Chuan nodded his head in agreement, swiftly taking out a coin identified as a substandard 'Fengtian One Tael' from his pocket, placing it on the table, and gently sliding it towards President Li.

President Li and the old Master Zhang exchanged glances.

Then,

Master Zhang picked up the coin and held it before his eyes.

His expression was one of excitement, his eyes shining strangely, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

Perhaps because his eyesight was failing him, he even brought a magnifying glass and kept scrutinizing the details of the coin through it.

It's no exaggeration to say,

this was as meticulous as a criminal detective surveying a crime scene, sparing not a single minute detail.

President Li, standing by, was also watching.

In his heart, there was more excitement and exhilaration.

He had not slept all of the previous night.

Because he knew he was about to acquire a gold coin worth 46 million yuan.

Whether as a member of the antiques circle or in his other identity, this was a tremendous honor and achievement.

After a while,

Master Zhang, proclaimed as a grandmaster of the Anling Antique Circle, nodded solemnly to President Li, slightly excited, "Yes, this is the one."

President Li let out a sigh of relief.

Then, he immediately took out his phone and sent a message.

Soon after, Lin Chuan's phone received a message.

Three million yuan received!

The corners of Lin Chuan's mouth curved slightly, a smile appearing on his face: "President Li, Master Zhang, it's been a pleasure working with you."

"A pleasure."

President Li and Master Zhang both nodded in acknowledgment.

After the usual pleasantries, Lin Chuan, easy and confident, carried the two briefcases out of the private room and walked out of the Tea House to meet the Little Landlady.

A one hundred yuan note weighs about 1.15 grams; three million in cash is about 34.5kg, split between two briefcases, which Lin Chuan found easy to carry.

His steps were firm, nearly sweeping the ground.

"Chairman, here's your pearl milk tea," the Little Landlady said, visibly relieved to see Lin Chuan emerge unharmed.

Truth be told, the Little Landlady was quite worried about Lin Chuan going alone to the transaction.

But if she had gone too, should there have been a conflict, she knew she might become a burden to Lin Chuan, so she dutifully waited in the milk tea shop, ready to call the police at any moment.

"Didn't take long, the pearls in the milk tea aren't too soft, still chewy," Lin Chuan commented after taking a sip.

"You're in the mood to care about whether the pearls are soft or not, I was worried sick. Thankfully, no need to call the cops," the Little Landlady pouted, still feeling the residual fear.

"They knew to play nice, so no need to call the cops," Lin Chuan said with a laugh.

If they truly had to call the police, the effect wouldn't be so much to protect Lin Chuan, but to protect President Li and Master Zhang.

After all, in a 1v4 situation, fearing their counterattack and hitting a bit too hard would be quite reasonable, right?

And one of them was an old man?

Cough, the four of them were crazed, attacking me fiercely. Although I dodged each blow, I had no time to discern who was old or young; I just wanted to survive!

The rough course of events is just like that.

"Let's get going then," Little Landlady said as she grabbed two cups of milk tea and pulled Lin Chuan away.

Lin Chuan had been an assassin with strong anti-tracking abilities, and after circling around a few times, vanished in the vicinity and got into a Mercedes GLC.

"Old Lin, what's in these two briefcases you're carrying?" asked Wang Zikai curiously in the Mercedes GLC.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Old Wang, just focus on driving."

"Where to?"

"Anling Police Station."

"What are you doing at the police station for no reason?"

"I'm going to turn myself in!"

"Ah!?"

Wang Zikai was stunned, and then with a touch of desolation in his voice, "Chuan, when you're in prison, I'll come to visit you!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll never end up in a cell in this lifetime. Even Jesus can't catch me, I'm telling you!"

...

Wang Zikai was a skilled driver.

As Lin Chuan's good buddy, as soon as he heard Lin Chuan was going to surrender, he couldn't help but speed up, with the whooshing sound of the wind outside the car window, eagerly enforcing justice for Lin Chuan.

Soon, 'true brother' Wang Zikai brought Lin Chuan to the Anling Police Station.

It was now a little after four in the afternoon.

Lin Chuan, a familiar face at the Anling Police Station, was well known by the security personnel at the gate, so after a simple registration, he entered the interior of the station.

Lin Chuan passed through the reception hall and reached the floor where the Anti-Fraud Center was located.

"Lin Chuan, what brings you here?"

At that moment, Shen Qianqian, dressed in her police uniform and holding documents, just happened to bump into Lin Chuan entering the Anti-Fraud Center. Her face showed a hint of surprise, and a gleam of joy flashed through her bright eyes.

That's right, it seemed like it had been a long time since she'd seen Lin Chuan.

Counting on her fingers, it had been ten days.

"I've come to deliver you a performance boost!" Lin Chuan grinned.

Shen Qianqian's brows lifted playfully as she laughed, "Last time in Yundian Lincang, we caught 15 fraudsters, and Qingqing and I both received commendations. Now you're here to boost my performance again, who's in trouble?"

Lin Chuan smiled, "I'm in trouble."

"Ah?"

Shen Qianqian was taken aback and immediately pulled Lin Chuan into the reception room. With furrowed brows and an anxious expression, she asked, "Lin Chuan, what trouble have you caused?"

"I orchestrated an antique forgery scam, this is the money from the fraud, three million in cash, and there's another three million in my bank account, six million in total."

Lin Chuan smiled and spoke truthfully.

Then, he opened the two briefcases to reveal stacks upon stacks of bright yuan notes in front of Shen Qianqian.

Shen Qianqian frowned tightly, "Lin Chuan, you really committed fraud?"

Six million wasn't a small amount!

Lin Chuan nodded and hummed affirmatively.

Shen Qianqian pondered for a moment, then turned to walk out of the reception room, "This is really something! Comrade Lin Chuan, please wait here for a minute."

"Officer Shen, where are you going?" Lin Chuan asked.

"I'm going to get handcuffs!" Shen Qianqian turned and laughed.

At this moment, Little Landlady, who had been by Lin Chuan's side all along, quickly spoke up, "Officer Shen, Lin Chuan has some other inside information he hasn't told you yet."

Shen Qianqian then pursed her lips in amusement, "This must be Comrade Zhang, right? Writer Lin just loves to tease people, I have to give him a little scare."

Lin Chuan stretched his mouth in amusement, "Still, you don't have to actually handcuff me, right?"

Shen Qianqian rubbed her hands together and smiled, "My hands are itching to handcuff someone!"

"I confess!"

Lin Chuan's face darkened as he thought to himself, Shen Qianqian definitely had a bad habit!

"Just a moment; I'll call over Director Zhou. Given your current status in the Anling Police Station, it's best if Director Zhou interrogates you," Shen Qianqian said with a smile.

Lin Chuan sat down, waiting for Shen Qianqian to call over Zhou Tong, the head of the Anti-Fraud Center.

Two minutes later.

Director Zhou Tong appeared in the reception room, in a hurry, and upon entering spotted Lin Chuan, Zhang Xinxin, Shen Qianqian, and the three million in cash on the table.

He first shook hands with Lin Chuan amicably, then turned to Shen Qianqian and asked, "Officer Shen, what's the situation now?"

Shen Qianqian's mouth twitched, "Comrade Lin Chuan... he came to surrender."