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Chapter 33 Going straight to the hotel? That's so direct!

Looking at the large pile of tennis racket grip tape and several brand-new tennis balls in the plastic bag.

Lin Qingsong, however, didn't seem to feel anything.

I don't like playing tennis, otherwise these grip tapes and tennis balls would be quite useful.

He casually put the bag back and then opened the other bag with a hint of curiosity.

Inside, besides two brand-new, unopened ping-pong paddles, there was also a bag of ping-pong balls that were also unopened.

It seems the owner of this cabinet is a sports enthusiast.

It's both tennis and table tennis.

Because he didn't cover up when he opened the bag, Mike didn't rush to lead the others to the next cabinet; instead, he looked on expectantly.

Watching others open their cabinets is part of the fun of participating in an auction.

It's like watching others gamble; even though it has nothing to do with you, it's still enjoyable to watch.

If someone else makes money, you can cheer them on and try to ride their coattails.

It satisfies one's own dark desires when others suffer losses.

Some people don't like opening cabinets; they prefer to receive things from the person who opens the cabinet.

At this moment, an older man pointed to a bag full of tennis grip tape and tennis balls and said:

"Hey buddy, are you selling what's in that bag? How about you sell it to me for fifty yuan?"

He was also a tennis enthusiast and could tell at a glance that the grip tape and tennis balls weren't cheap; the price would definitely double if bought at a normal price.

Lin Qingsong didn't understand the prices of these things either, but he had a mobile phone. Just as he took out the disassembled tennis ball to scan it,

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and then he said, trying to appear calm:

"Hey bro, how about I just buy it for 100 yuan? To be honest, I'm buying it for my own use. These grip tapes are only 5 yuan each, tennis balls are a bit more expensive at 10 yuan each."

"There are five tennis balls in here, plus no more than twenty grip tapes. Even if I bought them outside, it would only cost me a little over a hundred yuan."

"Why don't you just sell it to me? That way you won't have to put in the effort to sell it, and I won't have to buy it."

However, Lin Qingsong was a shrewd person. When he saw the uncle who suddenly raised the price, he immediately thought of the time when he bought Red Bull last time.

There's definitely something fishy about these grip tapes and tennis balls.

However, the results of scanning the QR code on the phone came out at this time. The price of the tennis ball was indeed ten yuan, and the price of the grip tape was five yuan, just as the uncle had said.

Could it be that this uncle really wants to save himself some trouble?

After giving the middle-aged man a suspicious glance, Lin Qingsong carefully examined the tennis balls and grip tape in the cabinet.

Then he noticed something: one of the tennis balls seemed to have a signature written on it.

Lin Qingsong overlooked the fact that the signature was his own design because he was unfamiliar with tennis, but after seeing the other balls with the same design, he realized that they were different.

Seeing him pick up the tennis ball, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Uncle, you want this ball, right? Is it valuable?" Lin Qingsong held the tennis ball and brought it to his face to examine the signature carefully, but unfortunately it was too messy to recognize.

Not only him, but the other onlookers also gathered around, wanting to see what was wrong with the tennis ball.

"Well, now that you've discovered it, I guess I'm out of luck with this bargain." The uncle sighed helplessly. "The signature on this ball should be that of Zheng Qingwen, the top female tennis player in China. It's worth about 500 to 2,000 yuan on the market. If this ball were signed at the Olympics or a Grand Slam, it could sell for 3,000 to 8,000 yuan."

He wasn't a professional auctioneer; he just lived nearby and liked to stroll around and broaden his horizons. So, when he realized he had no chance of finding a bargain, he didn't hold back. Hearing this, Lin Qingsong raised an eyebrow.

It seems I guessed right. The things mentioned in the system intelligence aren't the most valuable. If you search carefully, you might not find anything more valuable than what's in the intelligence.

Having already opened the cabinet he wanted, Lin Qingsong casually gave the remaining tennis balls and grip tape to the uncle. After asking around and finding that no one wanted to buy ping-pong balls, he left.

Inside a café on the Bund.

Qin Yan wore a simple dark suit with a white top underneath, paired with white high-waisted wide-leg pants, making her look clean and elegant.

She was holding a cup of coffee, frowning as she thought about something.

As a lawyer at Blue Sky Law Firm specializing in divorce cases, she had long lost faith in marriage and was determined to remain childless for life.

But her parents didn't think that way. After retiring, the elderly couple focused all their attention on urging her to get married.

While I wouldn't force her to go on blind dates, I would call her every few days to nag her.

My mother was even more impressive. She would occasionally cook some soup and send it to her house, then sit there and chat with her.

Leaving aside other things, let's just talk about how happy other old ladies are, enjoying family time with their grandchildren.

In short, Qin Yan is not at peace. Recently, her mother heard that the law firm is also encouraging people to get married, so she has intensified her pressure to get married.

Left with no other choice, Qin Yan could only say that she had a boyfriend she had been secretly dating for many years and that she could introduce him to them later. Then she went to her friend Qi Nan and asked her to help her find a solution.

"Sigh, I wonder how long this method can last."

Just as Qin Yan was sighing, she suddenly heard the sound of wind chimes coming from the doorway.

Look up.

A sunny-looking man walked in from outside.

"Attorney Qin, I'm not late, am I?"

Qin Yan looked at Lin Qingsong, who was standing opposite her and smiling at her, and couldn't help but nod to herself.

The man was wearing a well-tailored shirt over a white undershirt, paired with washed straight-leg jeans, giving him a sunny yet mature look.

My girlfriend is pretty reliable!

However, when she saw the plastic bag Lin Qingsong was carrying, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

No bag, just a plastic bag? What's going on?
With a hint of doubt, Qin Yan stood up, a slight smile playing on her lips, which were adorned with light red lipstick: "Lin Qingsong, right? Let's sit down and talk."

"Seventh Brother told me, 'Lawyer Qin, you need a fake boyfriend?'" Lin Qingsong put the plastic bag on the table and asked directly, "So when are we going to meet your family? And how do you need my cooperation?"

Qin Yan glanced at the contents of the plastic bag and, finding only ping-pong balls and rackets, paid little attention. Instead, she spoke in an appreciative tone:

"It seems Mr. Lin prefers to get straight to the point in conversation. That's perfect, so we can be more efficient. To put it simply, I hope you can accompany me to meet my parents tonight."

"In addition, I told my family that you are my long-term secret boyfriend. We have been together for three years, so we can be a little intimate, including holding hands and hugging each other, but I hope we can avoid anything more intimate."

As they spoke, Qin Yan took out a stack of documents and a wad of cash from her bag:
"Mr. Lin, here is some information of mine. I hope you can remember it. Also, this 50,000 yuan is for the actor's fee and confidentiality fee."

“If it’s convenient, I’ve booked a room at the Waldorf Hotel next door. We can go there and rehearse what will happen tonight.”

???

Did they go straight to the hotel?
So direct?
Lin Qingsong stared blankly at the documents and money in front of him, and then listened to Qin Yan's words.

(End of this chapter)