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

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"What can't you handle?"

Little Landlady brandished her fist with a laugh, "Chairman, you're flirting again!"

Lin Chuan burst into laughter.

Ding Dong Ding Dong—

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?"

Lin Chuan, wiping off his sweat, asked.

"It should be Sister Qianqian. She asked me this morning if I was free, so I invited her over to the house."

Zhang Xinxin explained as she walked towards the door.

As expected, it was Shen Qianqian.

This time, Shen Qianqian was not in her police uniform but in casual clothes—a simple white top with stonewashed blue jeans—highlighting her fair skin, slender figure, and her overall fresh and vibrant aura.

"Sister Qianqian."

Little Landlady showed a delighted smile and pulled Shen Qianqian by the hand into the living room.

"Xinxin, what's with this getup? What are you up to?"

Shen Qianqian looked the Little Landlady up and down with a smile and asked.

"The Chairman was just teaching me some fighting moves."

Little Landlady grinned broadly, "Sister Qianqian, take a seat. I'll go wash some grapes for you."

"Okay."

Shen Qianqian, smiling like a blossomed flower, walked into the living room. She glanced at Lin Chuan, also in sportswear, and joked, "Fighting master, when will you teach me?"

"My meager skills are no match for someone with your professional training. You'd have me pinned in no time."

Lin Chuan poured a glass of water for Shen Qianqian with a laugh.

Shen Qianqian chuckled: "If I were really better than you, you wouldn't have acted alone last night."

Lin Chuan laughed dryly: "Speaking of which, has Yu Keke confessed yet?"

"Not yet. She hasn't said anything, been completely silent the whole time," Shen Qianqian sipped some water and replied.

"Just as I thought," Lin Chuan nodded.

"Do you have a way to make her talk?"

Shen Qianqian asked.

Lin Chuan shook his head: "I suspect she's an important figure within the Morgan Group, so as long as she wants to stay alive, she'll keep silent and refuse to confess."

"It doesn't matter if she doesn't confess."
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Shen Qianqian smiled, "With the evidence we currently have, it's enough to prosecute her."

"Any more leads?"

Lin Chuan unavoidably inquired further about the Morgan Group.

Shen Qianqian shook her head and explained: "The Morgan Group has been operating their black market operations for a long time. They use a mature industry chain model and they do not interfere with each other. Even if we've caught Yu Keke and this 'addictive drugs' industry chain, we haven't found more leads on other industries."

Lin Chuan nodded.

Shen Qianqian was right; a group involved in black market operations would certainly excel in keeping things confidential.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to operate for so long under the strict surveillance of various countries.

"This case has also come to a conclusion for now."

Lin Chuan smiled, then looked at Shen Qianqian and asked, "Last night, you seemed to have mentioned a weapons competition?"

Shen Qianqian's eyebrows lifted, she nodded and said: "Yes, the National Weapons Design Competition. I'm here today because I'd like your advice on it."

"Right, the National Weapons Design Competition,"

Lin Chuan said with a focused look and a smile.

"Sister Qianqian, what do you need advice on?" At the side, Xinxin, having washed the grapes, placed them on the table and asked curiously.

"There's a weapons design competition going on, and I want to design a new type of firearm to enter the competition. Since Comrade Lin Chuan knows a lot about firearms, I thought I might have him help me with some ideas," Shen Qianqian explained as she pulled Xinxin to sit down.

"Designing a firearm?"

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Little Landlady's eyes lit up, a look of admiration on her face, "It sounds really cool; last night I even asked the chairman to teach me Shooting Techniques."

Shen Qianqian plucked a grape, offered it to Little Landlady's lips, then smiled, "He is the King of Guns, let him take you to the shooting range to practice, and within a month you'll become a Gun God, hitting the target every time."

Zhang Xinxin gently bit into the grape, her cheeks puffing out slightly, "Being a Gun God is even cooler! Then I can join you in playing real-life shooting games!"

"Ahem."

Lin Chuan cleared his throat.

The two girls in front of him, Xinxin and Shen Qianqian, once they started chatting, were unstoppable.

If he didn't interject, Lin Chuan would be relegated to a listener.

Shen Qianqian smiled, "Comrade Lin Chuan is about to talk business."

Little Landlady nodded obediently.

"It's not really business; I just want to understand this National Arms Innovation Design Competition a bit better," Lin Chuan chuckled, replying.

Shen Qianqian knitted her brows, smilingly inquired, "You seem interested in this contest?"

"Yeah, a bit interested,"

Lin Chuan laughed.

"Last night, you said that apart from writing novels, you can't do anything else. Today your hands are itching to get involved personally?" Shen Qianqian asked half-jokingly.

Lin Chuan gave an awkward smile, "After thinking about it last night, staying in a small room every day writing novels is so boring. Participating in the competition can broaden one's horizons, which is helpful for writing novels."

On the side, Xinxin agreed wholeheartedly, nodding repeatedly.

It was only when she started writing herself that she realized writing novels was not an easy task.

Especially when writing about things she didn't understand, like real drugs, fake drugs, it was awkward and bumpy, but when it came to 'real estate' 'companies,' these kinds of subjects, writing was smooth and natural.

No wonder readers would say, "The novel I read before described poverty in great detail, but once the character suddenly got rich, it was hastily glossed over."

Because web novel writers are genuinely poor!

In the realm of poverty, a web novel writer could truly be called an 'expert.'

In the living room, Shen Qianqian laughed, "You're really going all out for your writing."

"Do I qualify to enter the competition?"

Lin Chuan asked.

Shen Qianqian's smile was luminous as she replied, "Of course, you qualify. This National Arms Innovation Design Competition is the inaugural event, open to everyone."

"It's public, right?" Lin Chuan asked again.

"Of course, it is."

Shen Qianqian nodded and added, "There will also be online live judging, opening online voting channels, etc., it's very popular with the public."

"Nice!"

Lin Chuan felt a surge of joy and couldn't help but exclaim.

Assessment task—create a novel weapon that has not yet appeared in the world and gain approval from no less than 100,000 people.

The higher the popularity, the better chance to complete the task.

After all, 100,000 is not a small number.

"Comrade Lin Chuan, you seem really pumped," Shen Qianqian teased with a smile, "Are you planning on designing firearms?"

"Firearms?"

Lin Chuan shook his head, laughing, "Since you chose to design firearms, I won't compete with you. I'm planning to design a Rocket Launcher."

"What?"

Shen Qianqian's expression froze, her eyes narrowing, "You, you know how to make a Rocket Launcher?"

"Is it that strange?" Lin Chuan countered.

"Shouldn't it be strange?"

Shen Qianqian asked, stunned.

Gosh, a person whose main job is writing novels plans to make a Rocket Launcher—who would believe that if you told them?

Lin Chuan smiled, "Sister Qianqian, I must solemnly declare to you that every web novel writer has a massive database in their head, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to design a Rocket Launcher!"