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章 5: Chapter 5 I've Become a Taoist!

The gambling hall erupted into chaos as the gamblers bolted, scattering in all directions, not even bothering to collect their chips.

"This way," someone said.

Lin Chuan also ducked his head, quickly blending into the departing crowd.

In reality, he hoped the swindler would be caught.

But in the virtual world of "Experience Life," he was the swindler, and all he wanted to do was escape.

If he were to be caught, wouldn't his "Experience Life" come to an abrupt halt?

That simply wouldn't do.

If the "Experience Life" wasn't complete, he might not even be able to take the Cheating Techniques back to reality.

Lin Chuan's card skills were terrible, he always lost to all three players when playing with friends. Learning this poker cheating technique, he didn't need to swindle, just not losing so badly would suffice.

Life was already tough enough, there was no need to rub salt in the wounds.

If he could pick up a thing or two, maybe when he got a girlfriend in the future and had to play mahjong with his mother-in-law, he wouldn't be at such a loss. Losing everything.

Cough, wishful thinking.

Lin Chuan was still a single dog, with no end in sight to his bachelorhood.

Real world.

Night rain shattered against the windowsill, blooming in a burst of fleeting flowers, the cool breeze carrying the chill of early spring, blowing into Lin Chuan's room.

The experience of "Life" continued.

Scenes after scenes, as if from a first-person point of view, projected like a movie before Lin Chuan's eyes.

Lin Chuan, a master of Cheating Techniques, could play dice, poker, mahjong, Pai Gow... Every game was his domain in the Martial World, and he seldom met his match!

Life, as fascinating as a novel.

The night rain in Anling City had stopped.

Outside Lin Chuan's window stretched a clear night sky, with moonlight faintly filtering through the clouds and the crystal-clear glass, illuminating the room.

A sweet female voice echoed in Lin Chuan's mind.

[Congratulations, your 'Swindler's Life' experience has been completed.]

A smile spread across Lin Chuan's lips.

He waited for the system's next announcement.

[You have acquired 'Cheating Techniques'.]

[Your swindler career experience has been automatically converted into the novel "Swindler".]

[Would you like to export it now?]

Lin Chuan laughed, "Export it! Export it ruthlessly!"

How to export?

It turned out that the system had installed an exporting software on Lin Chuan's computer.

As soon as the 'Experience Life' was complete, this software could automatically generate the text.

However, it required some time.

[Exporting...]

[Due to the lengthy nature of the 'Swindler's Life' experience, the novel is expected to be about 1 million words, requiring 10 hours to export.]

[Current progress: 5%.]

...

The following morning, Lin Chuan woke up.

Reflecting on last night's experience, his mind was still foggy and in a daze.

Compared to the 'Thief's Life', the 'Swindler's Life' contained much more information. Even after sleeping, Lin Chuan's temples were still throbbing.

This was clearly a sign of overusing his brain.

Lin Chuan rubbed his temples, then checked the exporting progress.

[Current progress: 80%.]

"It's not finished yet; I'll go buy a couple of decks of playing cards to try out the Cheating Techniques."

Lin Chuan quickly washed up and headed downstairs.

His rental apartment was on the sixth floor, a walk-up building without an elevator. Below was a small supermarket owned by Old Zhang, the landlord.

Today, the sun was shining bright.

Inside the small supermarket, it wasn't Old Zhang behind the counter but a rather pretty girl in a loose hoodie and gray sweatpants, sucking on a lollipop.

Lin Chuan recognized her.

She was Old Zhang's daughter, Zhang.

Lin Chuan strode into the supermarket: "Zhang, grab me a couple of decks of playing cards."

Zhang jumped up flusteredly, pulling at her sweatpants, "What do you need?"

But the tablet on the table was still on, showing a video playing softly and suggestively: 'Madam, you surely don't want to...'

Lin Chuan's eyes sharpened.

That's the new series that just came out, right?

Lin Chuan remembered very well, the series number was ************

Zhang's face flushed as she hurriedly pressed the power button on the tablet, "You just said... what do you need?"

Lin Chuan smiled, "Two decks of playing cards for me."

Zhang immediately took two decks of cards off the shelf, "That's four yuan."

"Zhang, you surely don't want to..." Lin Chuan grinned.

"Just take it, hurry up."

Still blushing, Zhang pushed the playing cards towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan blinked, "Could you also give me a couple of dice?"

Zhang pursed her lips, deftly fetching the dice from a drawer.

"Where's Old Zhang?"

Lin Chuan asked casually.

"He played cards all night yesterday, and he's probably still at it," Zhang said with a sneer, "You, a novelist, why are you always prying into other people's privacy?"

"Cough cough, girls should watch less explicit stuff!"

Lin Chuan burst into laughter and then took off.

He was a long-term tenant in this neighborhood and frequented the local store for daily necessities, so he was acquainted with Old Zhang and Zhang.

As for the landlord, Old Zhang, his only job was collecting rent, and his hobby was playing cards and mahjong—often till midnight, even all night.

Sometimes when he lost too much, he'd even raise the utilities fees.

Therefore, Lin Chuan had no qualms about tricking Zhang out of the two decks of playing cards and the dice.

Lin Chuan was even considering, should he challenge Old Zhang to a couple of games and win back his rent?

No!

He'd also have to let him owe a few years' rent.

Hahaha…

Lin Chuan returned to his rented place, a one-bedroom, one-living room apartment.

The rain last night had washed away the oppressive and heavy air.

Now, the morning sun, unobstructed, barged into his room aggressively, almost filling up the entire cramped space.

Lin Chuan took a deep breath and took out his props.

First to try rolling the dice.

He found the dice cup, put three dice in it, and started shaking.

The system might have rewarded the skill, but it was just theory; he had to experiment to find out if it was real "Cheating Techniques."

The dice cup, the crisp sound reverberating inside the cup.

Clack!

The dice cup came to rest.

"Triple sixes, open!"

He opened the dice cup—three sixes!

A real triple!

Let's go again!

Clack!

Clack!

Clack!

With continuous practice, Lin Chuan's hand shaking the dice cup started blurring in the sunlight.

Every time, three sixes, triple!

"I truly am a Cheating Sect genius!"

Lin Chuan showed off his eight shiny teeth in the sunlight.

Strike while the iron's hot. If dice Cheating Techniques were no problem, it was time to test the card Cheating Techniques.

Lin Chuan immediately took out the playing cards.

The hand speed honed over twenty-four years of singledom was indeed fast.

The brand-new playing cards, in Lin Chuan's hands, were as he wished; he had any card he wanted.

This level of skill was at least that of a Cheating Sect's Righteous General with decades of experience!

"I've made it, taoist master here!"

"From now on, I'm the king of the gambling table!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Chuan got slightly carried away, his laughter filling the small apartment.

At this moment.

The neighborhood suddenly erupted with a cacophony of noise.

As a writer used to failure but professional in spirit, Lin Chuan instinctively walked to the window and looked down to capture material from real life.

On the ground, several police cars were parked haphazardly.

A group of people, escorted by officers in blue uniforms, formed a line and got onto the police cars, while onlookers gathered around curiously.

"What's happened?"

Lin Chuan muttered curiously.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Landlord Old Zhang!

His daughter, Zhang, was wiping away tears ceaselessly nearby.

Yikes!

Lin Chuan inhaled sharply, immediately realizing what was happening.

Landlord Old Zhang and the others had been caught for hosting a gambling gathering.

Lin Chuan looked at the dice and playing cards in his hands; it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his heart, chilling him to the core.

Gamble?

That's something you can't afford to get involved with!

Once you descend into the gambling world, life just gets more and more difficult.

Lin Chuan pursed his lips.

After much contemplation, he put away the playing cards and the dice.

"Forget it, let's see if anyone likes 'Swindler's Life'?" Lin Chuan mumbled to himself.

Gambling is never the right path.

Writing is the ultimate destination!


章 6: Chapter 6: No More Pretense, I'm a Cheating Techniques Expert, I'm Laying My Cards on the Table

```

As a child, Lin Chuan watched many Hong Kong "gambling"-themed movies.

Be it God of Gamblers or Sparrow Saint, after experiencing the life of a swindler and acquiring the skills of cheating techniques, he felt secretly delighted and couldn't wait to play a few hands.

After all, a master of the Cheating Sect is super cool!

But when his landlord, Old Zhang, was caught, the tears of his family brought him back to reality from his self-satisfaction.

Using cheating techniques to show off in front of friends is fine, but once you step into a casino, things go beyond control.

Not to mention that there's always someone better, "often walking by the river, one's shoes are bound to get wet".

The moment you get involved in gambling, you've already lost.

Lin Chuan snapped back to reality, sunlight streaming through the window and falling on his correct moral compass and handsome features.

Face the light, fear not the darkness.

Lin Chuan walked from the narrow living room into an even narrower bedroom, sat in front of an old desktop computer, his slender fingers resting on the keyboard, typing a sentence quickly to remind himself always.

[Crime is something I can't commit, in this lifetime I won't commit crime!]

Lin Chuan realized.

This Life Experience Card is quite a tease, now finally having experienced two relatively complete lives.

But what identities were they?

Thief, swindler.

Yep, very criminal, very much a sentence-head!

"I'd better count on novels to make money."

Lin Chuan touched the stubble that he hadn't shaved for two days, lost in thought.

He vaguely remembered that the swindler theme was once very popular.

In those days, an influent author posted on a forum with this theme of swindlers, and in just over half a year, created a brilliant record of 6 million hits and over 60,000 replies.

These numbers, seen today, might not compare to some videos casually posted by female celebrities.

But back then, the internet was not yet widespread, and the number of netizens had just barely passed one hundred million.

Swindlers, there's potential!

Finally.

[Ding!]

[Export of "Swindler's Life" complete, word count: 1,026,000.]

[Work: "Swindler's Life".]

[Status: Unpublished.]

[Popularity Value (Average Subscription): 0/1000.]

Lin Chuan immediately began to flip through "Swindler's Life".

It must be said, the life of a swindler Lin Chuan experienced in Virtual Reality, was perfectly replicated into text by the system.

This writing style was completely identical to Lin Chuan's.

Afterward.

Lin Chuan opened the chat box, typed a message, and contacted his editor Youyou, "Youyou, I have a new book ready for release."

Youyou replied quickly, "A new book? Is it still a thief series? I've seriously read the last thief one, it's quite good, but the identity of a thief, readers find it hard to empathize with."

Lin Chuan nodded.

Little thieves and robbers, indeed, do not easily resonate with readers.

His readers were either curious or learning lock-picking skills.

Lin Chuan, "So I'm thinking of changing the theme."

Youyou, "What theme?"

Lin Chuan typed two characters decisively, "Swindler."

"?"

Editor Youyou immediately typed a question mark.

As everyone knows, when the other party sends a question mark, it isn't that they have a problem, but that they think you have a problem.

Lin Chuan's mouth twitched, "Is this theme not okay?"

He had been writing novels since his college days, and although his results had always been dismal, Youyou still replied impatiently, willing to discuss themes and plots with him.

If it were another editor, they'd probably have already started berating him, telling Lin Chuan to 'find a class to join' or 'to go work in a factory screwing bolts' might be possible!

Cough, just speaking of Lin Chuan's current financial situation, it might be better to work in a factory screwing bolts.

Youyou, "This theme is very good, and it also has a large audience."

Nowadays, there are still many people fond of gambling.

```

The "God of Gamblers" series of movies still had a significant impact, and as soon as "Gao Jin" appeared on the scene, many people automatically filled in the God of Gamblers' BGM in their minds.

The market for the special genre of "swindler" novels was broad.

"But swindlers are special, and I'm worried you can't handle it," Youyou said her view tactfully.

Her concerns were reasonable.

Wanting to write well about the profession of a "swindler," there was a threshold, and just that threshold thwarted many people.

The current swindler novels on the market that were popular mostly took the form of "autobiographies."

That is to say, to write well about "swindlers," it's best if you're a swindler yourself, or related to the profession.

At the very least, you should be familiar with swindling.

If you've never even seen a swindler, that's like "playing the lute in your pants"—utter nonsense!

Lin Chuan smiled faintly, now understanding what Youyou meant.

So.

He replied, "I know a bit about swindlers, which is why I wanted to give it a try."

Not long after,

Youyou sent three messages in a row.

"As a full-time writer who graduated from university a year ago, where did you learn about swindlers?"

"Don't go to those underground gambling dens just to write books, it's too dangerous."

"Flopping is temporary; I believe you can definitely write a good book, but don't resort to those crooked paths."

In between the lines, Youyou's worries and anxieties were apparent.

She feared Lin Chuan would do something foolish.

People obsessed with creation, when they face a bottleneck, may do many baffling foolish things for a shred of creative inspiration.

From club models to police station detentions, a 15-day package, all are common occurrences.

For an author like Lin Chuan who had been flopping for years, for the sake of writing about swindlers, it's entirely predictable for him to run off to chess and card rooms or underground gambling dens, Editor Youyou could guess as much.

"Youyou, don't get ahead of yourself, I'm writing books seriously, I've never been to a gambling den," Lin Chuan replied.

Youyou: "If you haven't been to gambling dens, then I don't recommend you write about this theme; it's easy to flop."

Lin Chuan: "I'll tell you the truth, some days ago, my long-lost second uncle returned home. He used to be a gambler, encountered quite a few swindlers, and picked up some tricks, so I thought about artistically processing his experiences into a novel."

Youyou: "/SmilingFace.jpg"

Lin Chuan: "Youyou, believe me, I really do know some tricks."

Youyou: "/CuteNod.jpg"

Lin Chuan: "I'll send you the beginning later, Youyou, help me review it."

Youyou: "/FullOfExpectations.jpg"

Editor Youyou's demeanor obviously showed she did not believe he understood swindling, let alone believed he knew "Cheating Techniques."

But Lin Chuan wanted to write, so he decided to give it a go.

If it wasn't good, he could just reject the draft with a click, and deal with it swiftly.

Lin Chuan chuckled.

He really wanted to recreate Wang Duoyu's famous scene: Stop pretending, I am a master of cheating techniques, I'm laying my cards on the table!

But alas, cheating techniques, they're not for displaying.

During the virtual reality experience of a swindler's life the night before, Lin Chuan realized that most swindlers kept a low profile.

Brazen swindlers either truly had unmatched skills, invincible to all, or they met with a miserable end.

In the gambling dens, who there was the kind sort?

Similar to the tattooed individuals in nightclubs, which one of them was a good... good boy?

"I'll send the beginning to Youyou first," Lin Chuan muttered to himself.

Just when Lin Chuan was about to send it out…

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The banging noise came from the iron gate outside the house.

"Who's looking for me at this hour?"

Lin Chuan frowned and murmured under his breath.

Stepping out of the room, he opened the iron gate and was visibly taken aback when he saw the person knocking.

It was Zhang.

Lin Chuan's frown deepened in confusion, "Zhang, aren't you watching movies, ah, I mean, shouldn't you be checking on Old Zhang instead of looking for me?"


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