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Chapter 142 Women are like scalpels, you have to stand up straight.
Inside the cinema.

Following Lin Qingsong's gaze, Yang Xiaoxiao also noticed the subtle actions of the couples around her, aided by the soft white light on the screen.

Although she was a little shy, she still pretended to be generous and said, "Old Lin, you have ulterior motives."

Lin Qingsong neither refuted nor explained, but simply said with a smile, "Old Yang, shall we join the crowd this time? Otherwise, we'll look out of place."

Due to the side effects of traditional Chinese medicine, Yang Xiaoxiao was already somewhat sensitive, and even her comments on the movie were just a way to distract herself.

After all, she and Lin Qingsong were already pressed tightly together, even holding hands the whole time.

Upon hearing Lin Qingsong's words, Yang Xiaoxiao finally stopped holding back.

However, Lin Qingsong remained rational. This was a movie theater, not a no-man's-land. Small actions were acceptable, but big actions were not.

After all, movie theaters have cameras.

Thinking of this, while catching his breath and drinking water, he glanced at the couple to his left and couldn't help but shake his head.

Young people are too impatient; they have no experience at all.

Even if you're in a rush, you should at least bring a jacket.

Tsk tsk.

Yang Xiaoxiao also saw the couple and couldn't help but blush. She then whispered in Lin Qingsong's ear, "Old Lin, I don't want to watch the movie anymore."

"What about a massage?" Lin Qingsong whispered in her ear.

Today, Yang Xiaoxiao's perfume still smelled citrus, making him want to take a bite.

I did what I thought of, and took a bite.

Yang Xiaoxiao was completely paralyzed. She murmured, "Giving you a massage is the same."

"Let's go then." Our objective has been achieved; we might as well skip this lousy domestic horror film!

Lin Qingsong, with Yang Xiaoxiao in his arms, left the scene leisurely.

His actions were like a starting gun; within two minutes, several more couples left.

As the number of people decreased, the remaining couples became bolder, until a cleaner coughed at the door, at which point many of them left, blushing.

In the elevator.

Lin Qingsong and the couple standing next to him tacitly avoided disturbing each other, and even avoided making eye contact.

When we got to the basement level...

All four of them hurried away and went to their cars.

Driving seat.

Lin Qingsong smelled the unpleasant floral scent in the air and casually turned on the air conditioner for ventilation.

"Old Lin, I understand now." In the passenger seat, Yang Xiaoxiao played with Lin Qingsong's hand and said with a relaxed expression, "You have to find a buddy like you."

Just a few days ago, she was still struggling with how to contact Lin Qingsong because of changes in her body, but today Lin Qingsong took the initiative to contact her.

You couldn't find a guy as good at undressing as you!

"Old Yang, didn't you say you'd give me a massage? How about we find a place and have a proper massage together?" Lin Qingsong, still not satisfied, pinched Yang Xiaoxiao's cheek and said with a smile.

This face doesn't look chubby at all, so it feels so good to pinch it.

Lin Qingsong thought for a moment and then pinched it again.

"Let's go, let's get a massage!" Yang Xiaoxiao was already feeling better and thought Lin Qingsong was going to take her to Tianlu Massage.

When they arrived at the hotel, seeing him lying on the bed looking completely relaxed and directing her to massage him, she realized that what he meant by "let's have another good massage" was simply that she wanted him to give her a good massage.

While Yang Xiaoxiao was getting a massage, Lin Qingsong still had time to reply to Qi Fei's messages.

This second uncle of the Qi family is quite capable; he managed to come up with all the prices in just half a day.

They even found a buyer for the Large Dragon stamps.

The elderly man, who lives in Suzhou, said he could take the high-speed train over tomorrow if he was willing to help.

Lin Qingsong was naturally willing to make a move sooner and told him to come over tomorrow.

This kind of precious thing needs to maintain both humidity and temperature.

His family simply doesn't have that kind of means.

It's best to buy it while it's still in good condition, lest he ruin it.

Qi Fei later stated that he was also contacting people to retrieve Xu Zhimo's letters from home, and estimated that there would be news by tomorrow or the day after.

This kind of collection is relatively niche, which Lin Qingsong understands.

At the same time, Qi Fei also said: the starting price for the Large Dragon stamps is 80,000, and the starting price for Xu Zhimo's family letters is 300,000. No matter how many he sells, he will only accept this much.

He has a guaranteed income regardless of drought or flood, although most of the time the items he sells will exceed the price given by the system.

But there were reasons for all of that.

Nowadays, his relationship with Qi Nan's second uncle isn't actually that good; a price estimated by the system is sufficient.

After handing everything over to Qi Fei, Lin Qingsong finally focused all his attention on Yang Xiaoxiao.

Until evening.

Yang Xiaoxiao collapsed completely on the bed, and only then did Lin Qingsong stop ordering her around.

"Old Lin, are you a perpetual motion machine?" Yang Xiaoxiao, who didn't want to move a single finger, couldn't help but complain as she looked at Lin Qingsong, who was jumping around as if nothing had happened.

"You're right!" Lin Qingsong smiled at her. After his special training with Vivian Elena and other foreign beauties, dealing with Yang Xiaoxiao would be a piece of cake for him.

Only a young woman like Xiang Jia, who is fierce and powerful, has some ability to resist.

However, Lin Qingsong was still very considerate of Yang Xiaoxiao. That night, he restrained himself and did not continue to touch her. He simply held her and slept soundly for a long time.

The next morning.

Lin Qingsong lazily curled up in bed, curiously checking out today's intelligence.

The intelligence he received yesterday gave him such a big surprise.

I wonder if there will be any surprises today.

[Daily News 01: The fire escape in the model apartment building is illegally blocked. The property management plans to inspect it next Tuesday and will need to notify the models to remove their personal belongings from the hallway.]

Wow, is this considered a surprise?
A critical hit at the start.

Lin Qingsong originally thought the first piece of information would be more erotic, but he didn't expect it to be about the model apartment.

The illegal occupation of fire lanes can be a serious matter or a minor one.

If the property management really takes it too seriously, the models will definitely have to move to a different apartment, which will be quite a hassle.

Forget it.

I'll go check on the apartment next week to see what's going on.

Normally, these models don't have any personal belongings.

Lin Qingsong realized that he hadn't been to the model apartment for a long time. He used to go there often to have parties with the models.

No wonder the crew-cut girls were so excited to see her.

I've really been slacking off lately!

Lin Qingsong, oh Lin Qingsong.

You have to stand up!
We can't keep going to Vivian and Sister Jia's place all the time!

Women can be cruel, but career is the most important thing!
But then again.

Lin Qingsong touched the smooth silk quilt; he really was working hard.

Vivian helped him so much!

Jiajie also introduced him to many cases. If it weren't for Jiajie, he definitely wouldn't have been able to win the Hecheng case!
Even Eva was captivated by her own charm, which is why she signed with my company.
After suppressing the thoughts that had just surfaced, such as the "bone-scraping knife" and the idea that he couldn't keep running to Sister Vivian Jia, Lin Qingsong continued to look at the intelligence reports below.

[Daily Intelligence 02 (Pink): Xiangyang Lane on Sanyang Road in Jing'an District is undergoing demolition. House No. 45 belonged to an elderly person who had no children and had passed away. To prevent the house from being searched, the elderly person had three small gold bars glued to the inside of a water tank with asphalt. The value of the gold bars was 30,000 yuan.]

This information is great!
Lin Qingsong never expected to be able to snag another bargain.

But this price is wrong!

He clearly remembered that ten small yellow croakers were worth as much as one large yellow croaker, and the large yellow croaker had just sold for over 90,000 yuan two days ago.

How come I'm now being told that three small yellow croakers can sell for 30,000?

Gold prices have gone up?
Lin Qingsong pulled out his phone to check, puzzled.

Upon investigation, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Gold prices have indeed been rising recently, and the increase has been quite significant.

Fortunately, he didn't rush to sell his gold, otherwise he would have suffered a huge loss.

At the same time, he became even more determined not to sell his gold.

Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times.

I can keep this stuff forever; I may lack big money, but I don't lack small money.

After affirming his actions, Lin Qingsong then looked at the last point.

He hadn't expected that today's intelligence would be so brief, consisting of only three pieces.

[Daily Intelligence 03 (Blue): There was an LV dust bag in the trash can at the entrance of No. 34 Zhongshan South Road, containing 8,000 yuan. A rich second-generation used a Chanel bag as a stepping stone for a photo, then casually stuffed the money into the bag, posted it on his WeChat Moments, and forgot about it. The bag was worth 8,000 yuan.]

Okay, okay, okay.

Another rich guy/girl!
You have to pay upfront for taking photos, and then you forget about it?

That's a bit surreal; you have to be incredibly rich to imagine that.

But since it happened in Shanghai, Lin Qingsong felt it wasn't strange at all.

After all, this is Shanghai, a magical city where anything can happen.

He wouldn't be surprised if one day he saw someone driving a sports car and casually handing out red envelopes on the roadside.

After reading all the intelligence, Lin Qingsong got out of bed to exercise.

When he returned, he found that Yang Xiaoxiao was still not up, so he helplessly woke her up and said, "Old Yang, wake up, have you forgotten that you are going to have morning tea with Tiantian, Sister Lan, and Reba later?"

Yesterday, the food hunters' group organized another event.

The person who took the lead was neither Lin Qingsong nor Qin Lan, but rather a rather lazy person named Dilraba.

"Ugh... Get up, get up..." Yang Xiaoxiao stretched lazily after being woken up, then said with a pained expression, "Old Lin, can you be gentler next time? I feel so much pain now, I feel like I can't get up."

"...Old Yang, you can't act like that! You were the one who told me to pay attention yesterday!"

[PS: This book has finally reached 1,000 monthly tickets! I previously said I would add an extra chapter if I reached 1,000 monthly tickets. Although I said I would update 6,000 chapters a day when it was first released, I've actually been updating around 10,000 a day for most of the time. But I wanted to give it my all, so I will add an extra chapter if necessary. I'll add one chapter whenever I have time these next few days! But I really can't guarantee the exact time, since my writing time is fixed every day. I can only accumulate a little bit each day and release it when I have enough.]

(End of this chapter)