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

Modu Police Station.

After interrogating Hu Shu and Gao Qinglin, dusk had already fallen.

The post-rain twilight painted the city in a full spread of golden yellow, as if even the air had been tinged with color.

Inside the reception room, Lin Chuan leisurely admired the thin-walled jade vase in front of him.

This one, seized from the Ancient Moon Museum, was the genuine "Qing Dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase".

"Indeed, the real thing is different."

Lin Chuan took a flashlight and shone its light from top to bottom on the thin-walled jade vase.

In the interplay of light and shadow, he could distinctly perceive a mysterious charm emanating from the vase, possibly from years of refinement, or perhaps a psychological effect.

"Comrade Lin."

At that moment, Director Zhao Gang entered the reception room with a brisk stride, his face beaming with a smile.

In his eyes, there was an 'ardent' admiration for Lin Chuan.

Seeing that look, Lin Chuan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, squeezing out a smile, "Director Zhao, is the case all settled?"

"Hu Shu and Gao Qinglin were very cooperative and confessed without reservation to their crimes. Our police station staff is currently organizing materials and collecting related evidence," Zhao Gang laughed heartily.

Lin Chuan nodded and smiled, "So now my friend and I are cleared of the false charges?"

"Comrade Lin is joking. You are now a great hero of our police station!"

Director Zhao Gang was dressed in a white shirt, his complexion rosy and glowing with vitality. He looked at Lin Chuan increasingly fondly, liking him more and more.

Crushing the large Antique Forgery Gang led by Hu Shu and Gao Qinglin was a sensational case for both Modu and the nation as a whole.

The amount of money involved and the breadth of their organized trade were both staggering.

For Zhao Gang, solving this case was a brilliant feat that would mark his career with a bold stroke.

And Lin Chuan was the one who wrote that stroke.

Simply put, this was a significant achievement Lin Chuan had handed to him.

Therefore, in the heart of Modu Police Station's Director Zhao Gang, there lingered a sliver of fantasy regarding Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan said modestly, "I just didn't want to be stuck in a police station."

"Comrade Lin is being too modest."

Zhao Gang chuckled, then asked, "Comrade Lin, coming all the way from Anling to Modu, how do you find this city?"

After a moment of thought, Lin Chuan spoke truthfully, "Modu gives me a sense of splendor that is both heavenly and dreamlike, an almost illusory prosperity. It's been an eye-opener for a country bumpkin like me."

"Ha, Comrade Lin must not sell himself short. With your skills, making your mark in Modu is as easy as turning your hand over. No, you've already made your mark," Zhao Gang implied meaningfully.

"By sheer luck."

Lin Chuan responded modestly.

"Comrade Lin, we currently have a talent recruitment program in Modu. Are you interested in finding out more?" Zhao Gang asked opportunely.

"Hmm?"

Lin Chuan looked slightly taken aback.

Zhao Gang smiled and continued, "With your ability, our police station can definitely hire you out of the regular process."

"Does that comply with regulations?" Lin Chuan asked with raised eyebrows and a smile.

This was an appointment!

Lin Chuan couldn't help but laugh inwardly. His mother had tried everything to get him into a stable job, a golden rice bowl with insurance and benefits, all worries behind.

The earnest hope of an elder for the younger generation, isn't the ideal job just that?

For ordinary families, as long as their children secured a position, the parents would stand tall among their neighbors and fellow villagers.

This was virtually the edge of the universe, the origin of civilization!

"Of course it complies. We can't do anything unlawful or disorderly. For special talents, our police system can indeed make exceptions," Zhao Gang said earnestly.

"This is a significant matter, and I cannot give Director Zhao an immediate answer. Please forgive me," Lin Chuan used the tactic of 'delay' in response to the olive branch thrown by Zhao Gang.

Moving to Modu to be a criminal detective seemed a bit far-fetched.

His home base was still in Anling.

If he really wanted to be a detective, Anling Police Station would be a good choice. After all, he knew the place well—Shen Qianqian, Xia Qingqing, Yu Shan, Hu Daqiang, Zhang Biao—going to work was like going home.

How pleasant that would be.

"Comrade Lin, you can consider it carefully. With your ability, starting your career at Modu Police Station, you're guaranteed at least this white shirt I'm wearing. An administrative jacket isn't out of reach either. There's a broad scope for growth," Zhao Gang's mouth curled upward, glancing at Lin Chuan and tugging at his white shirt.

Lin Chuan was somewhat surprised.

The white shirt was the basic attire for a third-class Police Monitor.

Both Zhao Gang and Zhang Biao were of the white shirt rank.

As for the administrative jacket—

That was already on the level of Zhong Chengming from Han River Province.

"Comrade Lin, don't rush your reply to Old Zhao. If you don't want to be a detective, you can come to our Cultural Relics Bureau. Your expertise is the perfect fit," just then, Li Zeguang strode in.

Zhao Gang's mouth twitched, "Old Li, this is the police station. Is it appropriate for you to poach my person in front of me?"

"Eh! Lin hasn't agreed to you yet, how did he become your man?"

Li Zeguang laughed.

"Comrade Lin is a natural-born detective genius. Just think, with him here, is there any case Modu Police Station can't solve? For Comrade Lin, rising to the top is absolutely no problem," Zhao Gang stated directly.

Many things are hard to articulate.

Perhaps, like in "The Name of the People", ah spit, "Game of Thrones", where factions intertwine, the Great Gangs are numerous, and even if ordinary people want to rise up, there's a limit.

It's not like for Hou Liangping, where striking the bell heralds a bright and wonderful future.

But.

Zhao Gang believed that Lin Chuan could ignore all of this; he was the talent that the police system had been dreaming of.

In the case of the Antique Forgery.

Zhao Gang found out that Lin Chuan uploaded a video to lure Hu and Gao into his trap. During this process, Hu Shu contacted personnel from the overseas hacker organization AW in an attempt to hack into Lin Chuan's computer backend and take down the video directly, but Lin Chuan counteracted and forced them to compromise.

It was this small detail that allowed Zhao Gang to "get" a few key words.

Lin Chuan, Anling, Hacker, AW.

When these words were put together, it was difficult for him not to think about the recent major event where "the Overseas Hacker Organization AW invaded the Han River Network and was crushed by a mysterious person's counterattack."

Although the details of the mysterious person had been sealed by Han River, Zhao Gang's years of experience in criminal investigations were not for naught.

He had a very strong premonition that Lin Chuan was that mysterious person.

This was also the key reason driving him to offer Lin Chuan an olive branch today!

If he had Lin Chuan, it meant possessing the ability to confront a large overseas hacker organization!

Hence, he must attempt to win Lin Chuan over!

Otherwise, he would regret it in the middle of the night, just like when he hadn't confessed to his crush back in his graduation days—what if... what if she had said yes?

"Old Zhao, you're underestimating my Cultural Relics Bureau. We directly connect with the Ministry of Culture,"

Li Zeguang did not show weakness as he said with a smile.

"We're on the same level; don't tell me my police station doesn't have departments to connect with?" Zhao Gang raised an eyebrow.

Lin Chuan, listening to all this, was getting a headache.

Between the police station and the Cultural Relics Bureau, who could handle this?

'Ring ring ring—'

Just as Li Zeguang and Zhao Gang launched into a competition for him, Lin Chuan's phone rang.

The incoming call displayed: Little Landlady.

'Excuse me, Directors, I need to take a call.'

Lin Chuan found an excuse to slip away quickly.

Li Zeguang and Zhao Gang exchanged glances and both let out a forced laugh.

Lin Chuan stepped aside and pressed the answer button: "Xinxin..."

"I miss you."

From the other end of the phone, came the slightly aggrieved and a bit resentful voice of the Little Landlady.

Lin Chuan's heart instantly softened: "I've already dealt with things in Modu, so what if I fly back overnight?"

"You're flying back overnight?"

On the other end, the Little Landlady's eyes lit up, glimmering with a bright radiance, but then she quickly composed herself, "You must be exhausted today, you should rest well tonight, fly back tomorrow, and I have prepared a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow, "That makes me even more keen to come back tonight."

"Be good, don't rush for the flight now, I'm worried it will tire you out. Have a good night's sleep, and I'll pick you up from the airport with full energy tomorrow," the Little Landlady said with a phone in hand, a bright smile curling up at the corner of her mouth.

"Alright, I'll go to bed early tonight."

Lin Chuan shared a tacit understanding with the Little Landlady in one aspect.

During this period, the Little Landlady Zhang Xinxin often spent time with Shen Qianqian, paying close attention to Lin Chuan's case.

The Little Landlady didn't care whether Lin Chuan had damaged any cultural relics.

All she wanted was for Lin Chuan to come home quickly.

If it weren't for Lin Chuan telling her 'the cultural relic is a fake', there's no need to worry, this little rich woman was ready to liquidate assets and raise funds.

And now.

Shen Qianqian told her that Lin Chuan had directly helped the Modu police arrest two core members of the Antique Forgery Gang, and she quickly phoned Lin Chuan.

"Now to talk business."

The Little Landlady spoke with a smile brimming with laughter.

"Didn't we talk business just now?" Lin Chuan retorted with a laugh.

On the other side of the phone, the Little Landlady blushed, biting her lower lip lightly: "When you come back, we'll immediately get down to business."

"Ahem."

Lin Chuan coughed lightly, and then laughingly said, "What was it you were going to say just now?"

"Oh, that. Sister Qianqian said that her Director was also asking when you'll come back, saying there's important business to discuss that will be beneficial for our 720 Network company as well," the Little Landlady said.

"Qianqian, Zhang Biao?"

Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow, glanced at Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang in the room, and then laughed, "Xinxin, tell Qianqian not to worry about me not coming back."

"Why would she worry about you not coming back?"

The Little Landlady, not knowing the ins and outs, asked innocently.

"Haha, maybe she's worried I'd be tempted to stay in Modu," Lin Chuan chuckled.

"Tempted by Modu? Chairman, if you want, we could also buy a house in Modu. It might be stressful in the city center, but the suburbs should be okay," the little rich woman Zhang Xinxin suggested with a pair of clear eyes, speaking plainly.

Lin Chuan was taken aback, such pure and sincere words.

That was the Little Landlady for you.

Compared to the olive branches thrown by the police and Cultural Relics Bureau of Modu, the Little Landlady made them seem a lot less appealing.

Who could resist this!?