Due to the experience of many times of cooperation, the two staff members, as well as Mao Wenxiong, quickly helped Wu Xiaoyu skillfully count the four boxes of books sent this time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Subsequently, the two staff members returned to the second floor to rest for a while, while Mao Wenxiong followed Wu Xiaoyu to the room full of broken computers, and quickly cleaned up the accounts.

After doing these things, Wu Xiaoyu said: "Manager Mao, this is the list of the next batch of books." ”

When he said this, Wu Xiaoyu no longer took out a few crumpled paper balls from his arms like he did in the first few times, and Mao Wenxiong no longer had to see the creases and wrinkles on the paper balls almost heartache like he did the first few times.

As early as a month or two ago, Mao Wenxiong had paid his own funds and sincerely requested that the "list" referred to by Wu Xiaoyu be turned into fine paper that was placed flat on the table and carefully pressed with pieces of paperweight.

"Oops, thanks, thanks......"

Walking in the direction pointed by Wu Xiaoyu, Mao Wenxiong thanked him nondescriptly, his first action was to rub his hands, and then wiped vigorously on his dark blue shirt regardless of the image. Then, he slowly walked to the table, and with an admiring gaze that once again surpassed the past, carefully examined the densely packed and regular Song characters on the several pages of the list.

Leaps and bounds, unfathomable.

The moment he saw the list, Mao Wenxiong suddenly only had these two words left in his mind.

In his opinion, only these two words can aptly describe Wu Xiaoyu's attainments and progress in calligraphy.

Yes, from the "list" that can be seen once every half a month on average, Mao Wenxiong found with mixed feelings that ordinary enthusiasts like himself, for half a year or even several years, have almost no "bottleneck" state of progress, but there is no reflection in Wu Xiaoyu's body.

In Zhenhua Bookstore three months ago, when he first saw Wu Xiaoyu's "list", although Mao Wenxiong thought it was quite good, he still reserved himself on a higher level, thinking that it was only "countless times better than his grandson who soaked in the computer desk all day";

Then, more than half a month later, when he saw Wu Xiaoyu's "list" for the second time, Mao Wenxiong had to admit that he was afraid that he had already been compared to the calligraphy of Song style;

After a month or two, when he saw Wu Xiaoyu's "list" again, Mao Wenxiong could no longer have the mind to compare, because the Chinese characters on the "list" had exceeded the level that he could copy or learn, and all he could do was to appreciate and savor it carefully.

What kind of rate of progress is this?

Mao Wenxiong never mentioned this matter to others, because if he hadn't watched Wu Xiaoyu write the list by himself many times, he would never have believed such a fantasy.

"Tut-tut...... Mr. Wu ......"

After a long period of fascination and appreciation, Mao Wenxiong raised his head and said, "...... How did you think about my last suggestion? ”

"Do you mean a calligraphy competition?"

"Yes, it's a shame that you don't go to the competition at your level."

When he said this, Mao Wenxiong sighed slightly and shook his head again and again. There are such actions and tones because in Mao Wenxiong's mind, if he doesn't participate in the competition, then not only Wu Xiaoyu is very "pity", but even the game itself is quite "pity".

"This ......"

Wu Xiaoyu paused appropriately, hesitated slightly, and in this gesture, he said that he had considered Mao Wenxiong's suggestion, and then said, "...... Well, I still need to think about it, and I still need to practice more, and the time doesn't seem to be ripe yet......"

"Uh......" As an old-school intellectual, Mao Wenxiong is naturally not the kind of person who likes to entangle, he shook his head disapprovingly, and said: "Okay, you think about it more, if you decide, please tell me as soon as possible, and I will come to cheer." ”

After speaking, Mao Wenxiong took out a small set of calligraphy preservation equipment from his pocket and put away a few pages of the list.

Standing next to him, watching Mao Wenxiong's cautious movements and attentive posture, Wu Xiaoyu knew that the "list" he wrote down casually in less than five minutes on these pages must have considerable value in Mao Wenxiong's mind.

It's worth it.

Wu Xiaoyu sighed slightly, this sigh could not be heard by any human other than himself.

……

Ten minutes later.

At the main entrance of Qingcheng Library, a medium-sized van turned off and stopped, and passers-by on both sides of the scorching sun easily saw the ownership of the car from the four big characters "Zhenhua Bookstore" painted on the body.

"Mr. Wu, is this really donated?"

Even if he has reached the ground, Mao Wenxiong's voice is still a little floating, full of questions and incredible ingredients.

"yes, that's a real donation. Manager Mao. Thank you for your help......"

Wu Xiaoyu, who was seizing all the time, had already pushed open the door at the moment when the car had just turned off, moved the seat, jumped out of the car, and said in his mouth: "However, now I have to trouble the two eldest brothers to help unload the box together." ”

"Where, where, as it should be, as it should be, Mr. Wu, you are too polite."

was forced by Wu Xiaoyu to forcefully stuff a few pieces of red paper into his pocket, prompting the two staff members to answer with a smile and get out of the car to help.

"Hey...... Really donated. ”

Mao Wenxiong said this, he shook his head vigorously, and couldn't guess the reason why Wu Xiaoyu did this.

In fact, if Wu Xiaoyu is just buying books in large quantities, it can be explained by picking one of the elegant and elegant things, window dressing, or collecting habits; If Wu Xiaoyu donated all of them from the beginning, it can be understood from the aspects of being wealthy, willing to charity, and promoting culture.

However, Wu Xiaoyu not only had to buy the book home, but also put it on the table for three or four months, and finally selected some of them to donate, which made Mao Wenxiong, who was thinking about all this, really have a few more gray hairs on his head.

Thinking of Wu Xiaoyu's words "they are useless", Mao Wenxiong's heart suddenly flooded with a ridiculous thought:

Could it be that he really read it all? Did you really read all the books in more than a dozen boxes?

As soon as he thought of this thought, Mao Wenxiong immediately laughed dumbly, he looked up at the sun, rubbed his temples vigorously, and then gave up this guess closest to the truth as a matter of course on the grounds that his head was dizzy.

Wu Xiaoyu and the two staff members moved quite quickly, and in just a short time when Mao Wenxiong was distracted, they had already moved all the seats and moved out two boxes.

Then, the four walked into the main entrance of the Qingcheng Library, and a minute later, under the leadership of Mao Wenxiong, the four walked into the reception room on the first floor of the Qingcheng Library.

Standing in front of the door of the reception room, the four of them saw a girl in casual clothes sitting behind a desk, staring intently at the display screen.

So, Mao Wenxiong stretched out his hand and knocked on the thick wooden door of the office, knocking on a few soft sounds of "tuk tuk".

The girl didn't look back, she smiled, and continued to tap the keyboard briskly, only a few obviously perfunctory syllables came out of her mouth: "Please come in." ”

Come in......

Mao Wenxiong was the first to enter, walked to the table, and said, "Hello, comrade, we are here to donate books, what should I do." ”

The girl did not answer.

From the display screen, which was only half visible, Mao Wenxiong noticed that the girl seemed to be using some kind of instant messenger that is very popular with young people, perhaps because the conversation was going on at a critical moment, and the girl pouted slightly, deaf to his questioning.

Mao Wenxiong had to raise his voice a little and repeat again: "Hello, comrade, we are here to donate books, what should I do." ”

The girl still didn't answer, but the sound of her tapping on the keyboard was a little more intense.

Three seconds later, Mao Wenxiong no longer waited, he exerted a little strength, knocked out the glass on the desk with a "Gegege" sound, and said at the same time: "Comrade, is this the reception place?" ”

"Smack!"

With considerable force, the girl slammed the enter key.

Then, while sending out a dialogue on the Internet, the girl tilted her head slightly, and in a considerable volume in her mouth, another dialogue was issued: "There is a sign on the door, you can't see it?" Still don't know? ”

"I saw it, I knew it, but just now I thought it was just a sign......"

Mao Wenxiong said this, although he was very dissatisfied with the attitude of the girl in front of him, but the other party was not his own employee, Manager Mao only shook his head slightly, and said his intention for the third time, "Comrade, we are here to donate books, what should I do?" ”

"Donating books? Put it down. After saying that, the girl waved her hand again and again in some not-so-graceful gesture, and with her other hand, she touched the keyboard again.

Very peculiar, although the girl's voice was sweet, several people in the room still heard from her voice, invariably, inexplicably, "Begging?" Get out of here".

So, under a certain kind of resentment, the girl's action of tapping the keyboard again lasted less than a second.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a rather loud voice suddenly echoed in this not very spacious reception room, and then, when the girl trembled, her hands shook, and the keyboard flew out more than a dozen centimeters, and then she turned her head sharply, and was about to drink......

"Bang!"

Another loud bang turned the girl's planned "what to do" into a frightened scream.

After screaming, the girl lost her mind slightly, and for a moment she looked at the two cardboard boxes that had fallen in the middle of the reception room, and there was still a thin layer of dust around them.

Half a day later, the girl finally reacted, and immediately, she slapped the desk with a "bang", "bang", "bang" sound, and shouted in a rather stern voice in her mouth: "What are you doing?" Do? What do you want to do? Troubleshooting? It's a public institution here! ”

"We're not making trouble...... Wu Xiaoyu ignored her question, walked directly to the desk, and said calmly: "We're here to donate books." ”

"Donate books? What to donate, do you donate like this? ”

The girl stood up, pointed at the four people and shouted, "Don't be too casual! I tell you! Don't think that I'm the only woman here, think that I'm easy to bully when I'm young, I'm a regular staff member of a public institution. ”

"Yes, yes, you are, you are ......"

Wu Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't argue with such a noble formal girl, he just continued to ask: "What should I do to donate books?" ”

"Donate, donate, donate, what do you want to do? Do you understand human speech? ”

"Speak, please." Wu Xiaoyu said in human terms.

"You ......"

Perhaps it was Wu Xiaoyu's gentle voice and expression without a temper that had an effect, and the girl seemed to be slightly deflated. So, she raised her eyes, raised her head, and glanced at the faces of the four people, and then took out a sixteen-open book from the drawer, threw it in front of Wu Xiaoyu, and said, "Fill it, fill it carefully, don't make a mistake and trouble me again." ”

"Okay, okay, thank you, sorry for the trouble."

Although I didn't get the slightest hint about filling it out, it naturally took less than a minute for a level 33 parasite to do such a small thing as registering a name, date, and documents.

A minute later, the girl took the handover of the thin child and looked at it casually, then knocked on the keyboard for a while, and smiled sweetly for a while before Shi Shiran stood up, walked to the side of the cardboard box, and commanded Wu Xiaoyu to open the box, and took out a few books and offered them for her to check again.

"What is this......

Obviously, the language of books from more than 20 countries and regions does not belong to the scope of this official girl's research.

However, she apparently does not consider it her fault: "...... Let me tell you, feudal superstition, painting talisman feng shui books, we don't accept them here. If you dare to send it here, you will definitely be severely punished by public institutions. ”

"Absolutely not, absolutely not."

Wu Xiaoyu promised again and again, "That's okay, right?" So we still have some books, so we moved in together? ”

"Wait a minute...... Looking at the words on the books, some of which are crooked and some are round, the girl touched her forehead, then pursed her lips and thought for a while, and said, "You still have to write a book list." ”

"There is no such thing!" Mao Wenxiong couldn't bear it anymore and said: "This matter should be the responsibility of the office, that is, your job." ”

"Hmph......" The formal girl made a soft sound from her nose, she turned her head away, raised her eyebrows, and made a "love to write or not, love to donate or not" appearance.

"Write, I write....."

Wu Xiaoyu, who didn't dare to waste time at all, naturally didn't have the intention of arguing and arguing, he reached out to stop Mao Wenxiong, who was frowning, and quickly found a pen and paper from the table.

"Wait a minute......" When Wu Xiaoyu was about to start writing, the formal girl drank him again, and then, the girl took out another sixteen-page book from the drawer, and said: "Fill it in, fill it in here, fill it carefully, don't make a mistake and trouble me again." ”

"Yes...... It's ......"

……

Thirty minutes later.

When the staff reached out to move the last three boxes of books, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly stopped them: "Two big brothers, please wait, these books will not be sent to the library." ”

"It's long overdue......"

Mao Wenxiong said.

At this time, the face of the bookstore manager, who was over 60 years old, was full of red colors. If it weren't for the help of Wu Xiaoyu, who was a big customer of the bookstore and also admired very much personally, with the character of an old-school intellectual like Mao Wenxiong, he would have brushed his sleeves away a long time ago, where would he have been sneered at by a little girl in the reception room for more than 30 minutes.

After stepping back into the van and closing the door, Mao Wenxiong said, "Okay, Mr. Wu, let's help you send these books home." ”

After a pause, he added, "It's so unseemly, what a good thing it would have been to donate books to the library!" Later, when I go back, I have to ask, but I want to see how the Qingcheng Library is doing, how it can make such a little girl for reception, this is simply to make the donors feel that their hearts have not generated any value! ”

"Value ....."

Wu Xiaoyu repeated gently, and from his voice and expression, there was not a trace of excitement.

Not at all, not at all.

Needless to say, 1A7489, even Wu Xiaoyu, who has become a level 33 parasite, will not take these cynical words and bad attitudes to heart for a long time.

Not at all, not at all.

This is very normal, if human beings turn their backs to the sky and spit indiscriminately, then those spit will only fall on their faces, and it is impossible for the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to be stained with a little filth, let alone make them feel that they have been wronged in the slightest.

"Value ......"

Wu Xiaoyu showed a rather sincere and grateful smile towards Mao Wenxiong, so that Mao Wenxiong's indignant performance at this time produced enough value.

Subsequently, from Mao Wenxiong's expression, after analyzing that he had generated enough psychological satisfaction for this full value, Wu Xiaoyu continued: "The books in the last three boxes are not sent to the library, not because of the value...... It's because I was going to donate the books in the last three boxes to another place......"

"Where?" Mao Wenxiong asked in surprise.

Where else is there a better place to donate books? Hope Elementary School? Sunshine Project?

Is it more valuable to donate to them?

"Cheongseong Planetarium."

Wu Xiaoyu briskly said the answer that 1A7489 felt was the most natural.

Cheongseong Planetarium, quite a valuable place.

Handing over the books that have been read to the planetarium and the books that are no longer useful is the best way to reflect the surplus value.

1A7489 thinks so.

……

At the same moment, the director of the Qingcheng Library, during another routine inspection period, walked into the reception office on the first floor of the library.

So, his eyes saw more than a dozen large cardboard boxes on the ground for the first time.

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