Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 444 - 442: Please Keep a Safe Distance of 30 Meters (Bonus - )

Chapter 444: Chapter 442: Please Keep a Safe Distance of 30 Meters (Bonus Chapter)

In order to deceive Lin Wanwan, Lin Zhantian had made ample theoretical preparations. He simply didn’t want to speak himself, so he passed all the prepared materials to Xie Yuanying, instructing her to memorize them before persuading Lin Wanwan.

The details about insurance were indeed true, as genuine insurance salespeople do tend to cling to customers with introductions, except their insurance contracts were fake.

Such half-truths make it easier to fool young girls.

But they clearly underestimated Lin Wanwan, who wasn’t your ordinary single young lady.

"This insurance sounds great. I think I’d like to buy it."

There’s hope!

Xie Yuanying and Lin Zhantian exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile appearing in their eyes.

Lin Wanwan washed an apple for herself, took a bite, and said leisurely, "Uncle, Aunt, you went to look upstairs earlier. I’ve remodeled the house, all the furniture is custom-made solid wood. It cost hundreds of thousands! I’m out of money now. Why don’t you lend me some for insurance, and I’ll pay you back when I’ve saved up?"

Xie Yuanying’s mouth twitched at these words; they came to swindle money, yet Lin Wanwan was thinking of borrowing from them.

"Don’t you have a boyfriend? That rich second generation? A hundred thousand would be nothing to him! Why don’t you borrow from him?"

Lin Wanwan didn’t bother to explain further, saying, "He’s a rich second generation, not a stupid second generation. If even you can’t lend me money as my real uncle and aunt, how would a so-called boyfriend be willing? Just lend me a bit first; I promise to pay you back once I’ve got the money."

"Wanwan, if you don’t want to buy insurance, just say it. You won’t find this shop elsewhere once you leave this village."

"I do want to buy it. Didn’t I say so? Just lend me some money first!"

It’s not just about playing tough, as if others don’t know how to do it.

Leaving the hotel, Lin Wanwan slightly turned her head, looking at the hotel entrance behind her. She had a feeling that Lin Zhantian and his wife’s visit today wasn’t simply about selling insurance.

As she drove home, Lin Wanwan’s eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a row of glowing letters.

She abruptly hit the gas, pulling the car to the roadside, staring at the "Mistress Persuasion Office" sign, sinking into contemplation.

Without hesitating too long, Lin Wanwan pulled out a mask from the car, put it on, and pushed open the door into the tucked-away little office.

It was almost midnight, yet they were still open. Regardless of their business capability, their attitude was commendably diligent.

Upon entering, she found a bespectacled young man with a high forehead at the front desk, sternly clicking the mouse and utterly indifferent to the new customer.

But if one carefully observes the reflections in his glasses, it’s evident he’s gaming, not working!

Lin Wanwan stepped forward, tapped the table twice with her finger, and said, "I saw the sign. Does your business include tracking and investigation?"

The bespectacled man finally glanced away from the screen to swiftly check Lin Wanwan, then returned his gaze to the screen, speaking in a lazy, feeble tone, "Tracking investigation? Is it about gathering evidence for an infidelity lawsuit? Our office doesn’t engage in illegal activities; for everything else, check the pricing guide yourself."

He tossed a folder from underneath the desk to Lin Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan caught it, flipped to the first page which was the pricing list, with everything from Mistress Persuasion to on-site infidelity catching.

The hourly rate for a Mistress Persuasion Specialist alone was 700 yuan, and on-site infidelity catching was marked starting from 30,000. The "starting" was particularly interesting. Apparently, this line of work has real financial prospects.

Lin Wanwan closed the folder and said to the bespectacled man, "I’ll go with the 80,000-dollar custom package."

"Oh, you’ve chosen! What? 80,000?" The disinterested bespectacled man suddenly perked up, earnestly examining Lin Wanwan, and said, "This package requires a 40% deposit first as operational costs."

Lin Wanwan smiled faintly, her eyes bright like the stars in the night sky: "Sure, we can sign the contract and make the payment now."

"Alright, have a seat and wait until I finish this round, then we’ll discuss in detail."

"Okay."

Stepping out from the small store, Lin Wanwan took a deep breath. Regardless of what Lin Zhantian and his wife were up to, investigating thoroughly would never go amiss.

Unable to return abroad, they were bound to come knocking again someday. Lin Wanwan had to seize the initiative, holding their cards in her hands.

This was what Lin Wanwan had intuitively picked up from the noble ladies with their stewards in Great Tang.

In this world, every creature—be it feline or rodent—has its path; people from various walks of life have their value.

Something as simple as investigating a few amateurs oblivious of reverse-tracking is hardly challenging for them.

In just a few days, Lin Wanwan received a call from the office, and they agreed to meet at a café.

The one delivering the goods was still that bespectacled man she’d met at midnight: "Here’s the information on the family of four you wanted checked."

Lin Wanwan silently flipped open the binder, stared at the photos inside, and suddenly pulled one out to ask the bespectacled man, "Why were they taking people here?"

"Renting a room."

"Renting a room?!" Lin Wanwan laughed out of anger; that was clearly her house in Hai City. How did they get in with people? Did they use a locksmith with old tricks again?

Nonetheless, she didn’t dwell on this point, continuing to look through the rest of the photos and then the documents.

Though each person’s document only occupied a page, the content was substantial, detailing everything from working places to school classes.

The insurance pitch by Lin Zhantian and his wife was indeed a scam; neither was genuinely employed at any insurance company.

After reviewing all the documents, her gaze lingered on the photo and details of Lin Zhantian and Xie Yuanying’s son, Lin Qixing.

"Ah, so it’s here with this fine son where the issue lies again," Lin Wanwan muttered after scrutinizing all the information.

Storing away the documents, Lin Wanwan addressed the bespectacled man across, who was busy with his phone: "You know their address. Send over these photos where they’re viewing my house with others."

"Alright, you chose a custom package, so aside from photos and videos, we also offer harassment deterrent services."

Lin Wanwan smiled and said, "Good, then I’ll count on you. If they don’t cause any more trouble within a month, I’ll settle the balance."

"Ok!"

In the neighborhood full of Lin family clan members, it was tricky for Lin Wanwan to do anything, but in the bustling metropolis of Hai City with its 24.89 million inhabitants, Lin Wanwan had no qualms.

Once the bespectacled man left, Lin Wanwan dialed Tan Qinghui’s number: "Attorney Tan, send lawyer’s letters to these brokerage firms for me..."

Lin Zhantian and his wife quickly realized Lin Wanwan wasn’t someone to be trifled with; she truly wasn’t the vulnerable orphan they could easily manipulate. Black and white, she was all about real action.

The couple, now over fifty, were frightened, no longer daring to fleece their niece, instead turning their gaze to their increasingly radiant daughter.

Domestic celebrities are indeed making money easily nowadays, and their daughter was a stunning beauty from the music academy, studying an instrument!