When Liao Chengren heard Ning Zhiheng say this, he couldn't help but say suspiciously: "Mr. Qi is polite, but Liao is just an ordinary clerk, I'm afraid it will be difficult to help you." ”

Ning Zhiheng came to the front and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Liao, then I will say it bluntly, that's right, I have a roll of microfiche in my hand, which is preserved in some precious ancient books, for the sake of insurance, I have always wanted to make another copy, but I have been inquiring in Hong Kong for a long time, only to know that only your museum is equipped with such equipment, so I took the liberty to come to the door and ask Mr. Liao to help me with this." ”

When Liao Chengren heard this, he really used himself, but he and Ning Zhiheng didn't know each other, of course they weren't so good at talking, so they looked embarrassed, coughed lightly, and shirked: "Mr. Qi, our library does have such a set of equipment, but we have regulations that are not used by the public." ”

Ning Zhiheng understood what he meant, the emperor is not a hungry soldier, who will contribute in vain, he immediately took out the wallet from his arms, took out a pile of banknotes from it, and put it on Liao Chengren's desk.

Liao Chengren's eyes lit up suddenly, the person opposite was a sensible person, although the University of Hong Kong is a famous university, but the salary of ordinary staff is not high, and his salary is very limited, it is rare to have the opportunity to get some benefits, so he naturally will not shirk.

I only heard Ning Zhiheng say: "Mr. Liao, this is a little heart, I do have an urgent need, please help me with this!" ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Mr. Qi has a heart, it's not easy for anyone to go out, I've helped with this!" Liao Chengren couldn't stop being polite in his mouth, his hand eased for a moment, and he still took the banknote, in the end, he was still a literati, and he was a little uncomfortable doing this kind of thing.

Ning Zhiheng took out the microfiche again and handed it to Liao Chengren: "Then it's hard Mr. Liao!" ”

At this time, he paid careful attention to Liao Chengren's reaction, and he wanted to know whether the other party had anything to do with this microfilm.

As he expected, when Liao Chengren's eyes swept over the microfilm, he couldn't help but hesitate, but he quickly took the film, only to see him take it in his hand and look at it carefully, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but look up at Ning Zhiheng.

At this time, Ning Zhiheng was overjoyed, his luck was good, and the other party's performance was enough to show that he recognized this microfiche.

Although Liao Chengren hesitated a little, he still didn't ask, got up and said, "If you need a copy, it will take some time, please wait here later!" ”

"No!" Ning Zhiheng waved his hand and said, since he already knew that this microfilm was related to Liao Chengren, how could he let the film out of his sight?

"Mr. Liao, to be honest, this film is very important to me, I am really a little worried, can I watch you copy it live?"

Hearing that Ning Zhiheng was so careful, Liao Chengren was not surprised, and for the sake of this banknote, he couldn't refuse, and immediately agreed happily: "I understand, since Mr. Qi is not at ease, then please come with me." ”

After speaking, he took a few steps to the door, opened it and walked out, Ning Zhiheng followed closely behind Liao Chengren, all the way to a door in the westernmost part of the floor, Liao Chengren took out the key, opened the door lock, pushed the door and entered.

The room is so large that it should be a projection room, with a glass screen in front of it, facing a set of combination instruments, Liao Chengren said: "This is the projection room, and it is also a place to read microfiche. ”

Ning Zhiheng didn't speak, he looked left and right at the layout of the room, and nodded slightly.

In order to reassure Ning Zhiheng, Liao Chengren came to the door of a suite next to him, pushed open the door, and took the initiative to introduce: "This is the workshop." ”

The suite is no slouch, with a long workbench in the middle of the room with rows of pages neatly placed on the countertop.

Ning Zhiheng stepped forward, leaned down to look, but after a moment, he said, "Song Dynasty!" ”

Liao Chengren was stunned when he heard this, his face showed a strange expression, and then he nodded and said: "Mr. Qi has good eyesight, this is a unique copy of the Song Dynasty that I just received recently, but it is seriously damaged, and our library often collects some precious books and rare books, all of which are operated by me and made into microfiche for special storage." ”

"Is it complicated?"

"Oh, no, it's just that you have to be careful, you must be careful and careful in the operation, disassemble the books into loose pages and arrange them, then make up the serial number, and then shoot with a special machine, adjust the focus and parameters, but the follow-up work is more cumbersome."

The shooting of microfilm is naturally different from ordinary photos, there are many new techniques to be mastered, and Ning Zhiheng himself does not know it, which is why he must use Liao Chengren, otherwise he would rather do it himself.

At this time, Liao Chengren came to the locker, took out a plate of film from it, and then pointed to the small room on the side and said, "This is the dark room, and we will copy the film here in a while." ”

The two of them pushed the door in, and in the next time, Ning Zhiheng watched Liao Chengren's skillful operation, and did not do anything during this time, until the copy was completed.

The two of them left the dark room, and Liao Chengren handed two reels of microfilm to Ning Zhiheng's hand, and said, "Mr. Qi, there is a reading device here, you can check the effect." ”

Ning Zhiheng shook his head and said, "Don't be so troublesome, I'll just take a look with a magnifying glass, I don't know if you have anything here?" ”

"Oh, there is!" Liao Chengren turned around and went to the workshop.

Ning Zhiheng immediately carefully checked the copied film reels at this time, the shape of the two reels was exactly the same, and they were both black, and on the side of the new reels, a group of marks "X-9" were also found, and even the hand-engraved fonts were the same.

It's confirmed! These two microfilms were both from Liao Chengren, he didn't find the wrong person, and Ning Zhiheng was relieved.

At this time, Liao Chengren walked back, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, and handed it to Ning Zhiheng.

Ning Zhiheng took it and checked it carefully, then nodded and smiled: "Very good, Mr. Liao, it's really hard work." ”

Liao Chengren saw that Ning Zhiheng was very satisfied, and said happily: "With a gesture, Mr. Qi can come to me at any time if he needs it in the future." ”

This time, Ning Zhiheng paid him a lot of money, only this time's work was worth half a year's salary, he was naturally excited in his heart, and he wished that there would be such an opportunity again.

When Ning Zhiheng heard this, he immediately followed the conversation and said, "Of course, I will have to trouble you Mr. Liao in the future, I have one thing now, I want to consult." ”

"Okay, okay, please!" Liao Chengren agreed.

Ning Zhiheng put the two copies of film in front of Liao Chengren's eyes and shook it, and asked directly: "Mr. Liao, I'll be blunt, in fact, you also know in your heart that these two films are made by you, right?" ”

Ning Zhiheng's words made Liao Chengren hesitate, and after a long time, he nodded a little embarrassed and said: "That's true, since Mr. Qi has seen it, I won't hide it from you, and the film you brought is also copied by me, so I don't know where you got it?" ”

"That's exactly what I want to know!" Ning Zhiheng said lightly, he had already seen that Liao Chengren didn't know the true content of this film at all, and he had no other identity, just simply copied microfilm for others.

And the person who found Liao Chengren's copy of the film was either Yongfeng or the mole.

"I also want to know, who came here to ask Mr. Liao to copy the film, how many copies are there in total?"

Liao Chengren immediately shook his head and said: "I can't say this, Mr. Qi, it is difficult for strong people, what I promised others, I must keep my word." ”

Ning Zhiheng couldn't help laughing, immediately took out the wallet again, and said: "Mr. Liao, this person is also a friend of mine, I am looking for him, if you can provide clues, I will never treat you badly." ”

Another stack of banknotes was handed over, but Liao Chengren shook his head with a wry smile and said: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Qi, first of all, I promised him not to mention this matter to anyone, but since you already know, then I can do it, and secondly, I really don't know this person, and I haven't seen it before, just in a hurry, and I can't provide any clues." ”

Ning Zhiheng didn't say much, and directly stuffed the banknote into Liao Chengren's pocket.

"You're ......"

"Mr. Liao, it doesn't matter if you don't know this person, my requirements are not high, you can say as much as you want."

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of money, Liao Chengren agreed, he recalled, and said: "That is, a few days ago, a foreigner came to the door, for the same purpose as you, but also to copy microfilm, a total of two copies. ”

"Foreigners? Do you know who you are? ”

"I really don't know, his name is Turner, I feel more like an Englishman, but I communicate with him in Chinese throughout the whole process, don't you say, he is very fluent in Chinese, even the British teachers in our school, but this level." Liao Chengren replied.

Ning Zhiheng nodded secretly, this is indeed a valuable clue, Hong Kong is an international port city, there are many foreigners living there, it is not uncommon for foreigners to speak Chinese, but there are definitely not many who can speak very fluently, this person must have some special experience or occupation, and he has worked too hard in Chinese, otherwise it is difficult to do this.

However, Hong Kong is a British colony after all, and the vast majority of them are British, and it is very likely that this person is British.

"Height and size?"

"Height? You're about the same as Mr. Qi, but you're a little bigger than you. ”

This is expected, even Ning Zhiheng's body shape is already considered tall among the yellow race, but he is huge and long, and he does not look exaggerated in appearance, which is not much different from ordinary people.

But the next description did not go well, in Liao Chengren's mouth, Turner's appearance is very popular, nothing more than deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, fair complexion, and let him describe it in detail, he can't say anything.

Even if Ning Zhiheng took the pen and paper and restored it little by little according to Liao Chengren's description, the effect made Ning Zhiheng very dissatisfied.