I asked you to write a book, but I didn’t ask you to reveal your criminal record!

"You can watch whatever you want?" Lin Chuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Forehead……"

The little housekeeper blushed slightly and spat, "You are not serious, I am still a student!"

"College students, they are indeed college students!" Lin Chuan coughed twice.

"Master, if you keep doing this, I won't pay the bill!"

The little housekeeper was bulging with energy, her chest was rising and falling like waves, and her loose cartoon sweatshirt was worn to a tight-fitting effect.

Lin Chuan laughed happily and quickly lowered his head to eat.

Lin Chuan felt much more relaxed when dealing with the little renter.

Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other for a long time.

The little housekeeper looked at Lin Chuan cooking the rice, then turned to the freezer, opened a bottle of six-thirty soy milk, and placed it in front of Lin Chuan: "Don't eat too hastily, or you may choke."

"You're pretty good at caring about people."

Lin Chuan took a sip of soy milk and smiled.

The little housekeeper curled her lips: "Who made you the future chairman?"

Lin Chuan asked: "I am the future chairman, what position have you arranged for yourself?"

"What is the position of the person in charge of money?" The little housekeeper looked thoughtful.

"It's a money management position..."

Lin Chuan smiled and said jokingly, "Mrs. Chairman."

"Then husband..." The little charterer just took over, and suddenly realized something was wrong, and said angrily, "You want to take advantage of me again, you can take the bus back later!"

"The bus seats are too hard." Lin Chuan shook his head.

"My little electric car can't carry a giant like you!"

The little housekeeper crossed her arms across her chest, supporting the two humps.

Lin Chuan sighed: "I didn't expect that our 720 Studio would be in a state of disintegration before it even took off."

The little charterer laughed angrily: "I'll take you back after eating, and then I'll ask my second uncle if there are any other Internet cafes that want to cooperate with us and try to expand some business territory."

Lin Chuan smiled.

This little housekeeper has quite a business acumen. She is both a fan of movies and a fan of small fortunes.

However, she was very good at negotiating business and other matters, and Lin Chuan was just happy and free.

As for finances.

720 Studio has just started, and everything is very detailed. Zhang Xinxin often reports the status to Lin Chuan, especially the financial aspect.

She is a good helper.

Ah no, he is a good financial director!

…

Under the scorching sun, Lin Chuan sat behind the little renter. The little electric car walked through the busy streets and rushed to the happy community in the east of the city.

Lin Chuan wanted to take a nap.

I just experienced the life of a fraud salesperson last night, and I had another fight with AW this morning.

The energy consumption is indeed a bit high, just like the feeling of emptiness after washing your hands several times.

"Chairman, do you want to change your house?"

At the door of the rental house, Zhang Xinxin looked at the narrow rental house and frowned slightly.

"Change house?"

Lin Chuan asked, "Is this rental house bad?"

Zhang Xinxin took another serious look at the rental house. The floor tiles were slightly yellowed, and the white putty had peeled off in some places.

So, she nodded: "The environment seems a bit bad."

"Little renter, you charge me a thousand yuan in rent even if you know the difference." Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Forehead."

Zhang Xinxin was speechless for a moment, "One thousand yuan is already very conscientious. Since you are my chairman, I will change your room for you at the worst."

"Where to change?"

"Can I change my house? It's also in Xingfu Community."

"Why don't Lao Zhang chop me to death!"

"What good things are you thinking of? I don't only have one home. I'm just renting it to you temporarily. How about renting it for a thousand yuan a month?" Zhang Xinxin said with a smile.

"You also earn the chairman's money?" Lin Chuan pretended to frown.

"One code equals another. Here we are a landlord and a tenant. In the studio, we are a cooperative relationship between the major shareholder and the small shareholders." The little tenant said shrewdly.

Lin Chuan smiled: "Moving is too troublesome."

In the rental house, the decoration is a little simple, but it is clean and tidy without any mess. Moreover, through the window of the room, you can also see the old city buildings outside Xingfu Community and the bright starry sky at night.

There is also the warm sun, the bright moon, the cool breeze, the occasional singing of insects and birds, and the drizzle and rustle.

For a writer, it is a good creative environment.

The only shortcoming is that the public area environment of this community is a bit poor.

"Little landlord, I'm going to take a nap first." Lin Chuan opened his mouth and yawned.

"I'm a little sleepy too." The little housekeeper was infected by Lin Chuan's yawn, covering her mouth while yawning.

"Together?"

Lin Chuan invited.

"Um?"

The little tenant woman frowned, then pursed her lips, and her angry little fist almost hit Lin Chuan's chest.

Lin Chuan had experienced the profession of killer, and his fighting instinct made him subconsciously move to the right to avoid the punch.

But on the Linchuan side, the little charterer moved forward due to gravity. She became unstable and immediately leaned forward.

puff!

Lin Chuan put his hand around the little tenant's waist, supported her, and muttered: "Isn't this plot a bit cliche?"

This plot has been written 18,000 times in online novels.

How could it really happen in reality?

"What other plot do you want?"

The little housekeeper pouted, broke away from Lin Chuan's arms, walked downstairs, and said angrily, "If you dare to bully me again, I will raise your rent!"

Lin Chuan watched the landlady go downstairs and shouted to the bottom of the stairwell: "It was a pure accident, you can't blame me."

"Hmph!"

On the stairwell, only a cold snort came back from the landlady.

Lin Chuan smiled and turned back to his room.

He slept soundly.

...

Downstairs.

The landlady Zhang Xinxin hummed and moaned, but still walked into the 720 studio to summarize the financial data.

After working for a while, the landlady was free and opened her phone to watch videos.

"Hmm?"

"Why are all the hot searches related to hackers?"

"Mysterious hacker?"

The landlady looked at the hot searches on her phone and was very confused.

Ring, ring, ring——

At this time, the landlady's phone rang.

A strange number.

Zhang Xinxin pressed the answer button and spoke in the softest voice possible: "Hello, this is 720 Studio. How can I help you?"

A gentle voice came from the phone, sounding like a spring breeze: "Hello 720 Studio, we are the Anling City Internet Monitoring Brigade."

The other party introduced himself right away.

Internet Monitoring Brigade?

The little landlady was stunned and hurriedly said: "Comrade police, is there anything?"

"Don't be nervous, let's verify some information. 720 Studio was registered by Lin Chuan, the business number is *****, and the studio cooperates with the Forbidden City E-sports Internet Cafe, right?" the Internet police comrade asked.

"Yes."

The little landlady took a look at the business license and confirmed.

"This morning, 720 Studio carried out security maintenance on the Forbidden City E-sports Internet Cafe, and the maintenance person was Lin Chuan, right?" the other party asked again.

"Yes." Zhang Xinxin nodded.

"Can you tell us about the cooperation model of 720 Studio?" the other party asked again.

Zhang Xinxin frowned slightly and asked boldly: "Police comrade, you don't want to cooperate with our 720 studio, do you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, and then replied solemnly: "Yes."

Zhang Xinxin was stunned.

Anling Internet Monitoring Brigade, cooperation?

The second step in the 720 studio development plan is going to be achieved so soon?