The rich smell of smoke wafts into your face.

The uncle's hair was precarious, revealing his shiny scalp, and at this moment he silently got up from the ground, revealing the "Z City Customs Archives (1921-1935)" pressed under him. Zuo Youyou picked it up silently, patted the ashes, and put it on the table.

Obviously, the bald uncle accidentally fell into the conference room, and he didn't want others to know, so he pretended that there was no one in the room.

But all of this was ruined by Zuo Youyou's kick.

The atmosphere was indescribably suffocating.

Zuo Youyou couldn't help but look at the conference room. This is the first time she has directly faced the work of ancient book people.

The tall shots on TV are fake!! Zuo Youyou thought bitterly.

The curtains of the small conference room were halfway open, the light was dim, the air conditioning was turned on extremely low, and the room was piled up with little room for footholding.

There are books everywhere.

Apparently, he was rummaging through the book, and his desk was piled up, so he simply occupied a small conference room.

Piles of books, each half a metre high, were sandwiched between fluorescent-colored notes, white soot falling on books, windowsills, and dark conference tables.

When the wind blew, the soot fluttered and fell to the ground.

A whiteboard fell to the ground with a line written in marker:

〡〢〣〤〥〦〧〨〩

Zuo Youyou was embarrassed to the extreme, and read it out with a haha: "123456789." ”

It's even more embarrassing.

Zuo Youyou said stiffly, "...... I'll help you lift the whiteboard up. ”

The uncle rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly: "Haha, no, I can do it myself." ”

“…… Haha, I'll come, I'll come. ”

After the two men finished speaking, they fell silent at the same time.

The uncle suddenly raised his head: "Wait, what did you say?" ”

Zuo Youyou: "...... I'm coming, I'm coming? ”

"The previous sentence."

“…… Help you lift the whiteboard? ”

"Go further!" The uncle's bloodshot eyes burst out with a feverish light, "Your first word!" ”

Zuo Youyou said hesitantly: "123456789......"

"Yes!" The uncle clapped his hands suddenly, "123456789!" ”

He stepped back and looked at the whiteboard, muttering aloud:

"yes, I didn't think of that!"

"It's notation!"

He turned his head, pointed to the line "〡〢〣〤〥〦〧〨〩", and asked eagerly, "Where did you know that this line of words is counting?" Where did you get the evidence? Where is the source? ”

Zuo Youyou paused slightly.

How did she know?

When I played the puzzle game, I saw a lot of all kinds of messy digital expressions......

Can this be said?

The uncle asked again, "Is this a shorthand for Japanese?" ”

Zuo Youyou sighed, thinking that he was an ordinary person, he reluctantly gave up the opportunity to pretend to be forced, and decided to tell the truth.

"It's not Japanese."

"I guess, it feels like numbers."

"That one vertical is 1, and the last two verticals are 2?"

"Except for 4 and 5, it looks like it's incrementing, so I guessed 123456789."

Uncle didn't seem to expect such a down-to-earth approach, he was stunned for a long time, and then slowly gave a thumbs up:

"It's worthy of being Ji Lao's student."

Zuo Youyou coughed embarrassedly: "I'm not Ji Lao's student, Jian Xingzhou is." I'm Zuo Youyou who came for an interview. ”

"Zuo Youyou?" The uncle looked her up and down with a strange gaze, "You are the resume madman Zuo Youyou?" ”

Resume Maniac.

It turns out that he is already famous.

“…… It's me. ”

The uncle patted her shoulder heavily and slapped Zuo Youyou short:

"Zuo Youyou, you were born to do the material of ancient books!!

……

Bai Xinshu walked into the ancient book center and collided head-on with Zuo Youyou, who was holding a large cardboard box.

At the first sight of the new face, Bai Xinshu couldn't help but take two steps back and looked up at the sign at the door of the office.

It's the center of ancient books, yes.

His puzzled gaze fell on Zuo Youyou's face. She was holding a huge cardboard box, full of yellowed archival materials, which looked heavy. Zuo Youyou's hair was a little messy, and his face was red.

Lao Shi was behind her, empty-handed, and commanded her easily: "Yes, the files and account books of Wantaihe are here, and it will be your job in the future, you must be patient and meticulous." ”

"The original manuscript is here, and I will hand over the specific progress to you later......"

Lao Shi grabbed a stack of A4 paper as thick as bricks and stacked them into the cardboard box, and Zuo Youyou stumbled.

Out of instinct, Bai Xinshu subconsciously took the big cardboard box in Zuo Youyou's hand, and then his hand sank, and the slender muscles on his forearm bulged.

"Old Shi, what are you doing here?"

Lao Shi waved his hand and said beautifully: "Boss, thank you for helping me recruit a newcomer, the quality is really good, she has passed my assessment, and from today on, she will take over the East Asian Economic History project!" ”

Zuo Youyou puffed up her chest proudly, and she was praised by her predecessors like a little peacock with the screen open, and her eyes were shining and looking at the Bai Xin tree, which read:

Look how great I am.

Bai Xin Shu met these eyes, and the round puppy eyes were full of pride. Inexplicably, he felt a trace of strange familiarity with this demeanor.

She won't be, won't be—

Resume maniac Zuo Youyou!

"Yes, she's that resume maniac Zuo Youyou!" Lao Shi is enthusiastically introducing to others, "We need such a person in charge of East Asian economic history who is energetic and not afraid of difficulties!" ”

is as good as a cypress tree, and there are some expressions that are out of control for a moment.

"What's going on?" He dragged Lao Shi down the hallway and lowered his voice, "How did she become the project leader of East Asian economic history?" This Zuo Youyou...... She doesn't understand business at all! ”

"Who said she doesn't understand business!" Lao Shi lowered his throat, and pointed to the line on the whiteboard: "〡〢〣〤〥〦〧〨〩": "The meaning of this line of words, we have been turning the book together for a week, who has come out with the evidence?" ”

"It's too short." Bai Xinshu said categorically, "This line of words has no beginning and no end, if you want to find the corresponding meaning, how can it take two or three weeks!" ”

"People Zuo Youyou knows!" Lao Shi whispered, "This is counting!" She just took a casual look, just one look, and guessed it! ”

Behind the silver-gray glasses, Bai Xinshu's delicate phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

He pushed his glasses: "Really? ”

Lao Shi has worked for more than 30 years, and he has long been an old fritter that has been fried through. In order to recruit a big wrongdoer to come in and help him sort out the file, he boasted without blinking:

"Seriously! This Zuo Youyou should be a bit of a family student, although he has not majored in related majors, but his skills and intuition are still there-otherwise, how can you explain that she can guess such a strange counting method? ”

The Cypressine couldn't explain it.

Therefore, although Bai Xinshu intuitively felt that the old stone was talking nonsense, he did not debunk it.

Bai Xinshu pondered: "Secluded? Have you already researched the source? ”

"1925 Peking Private Commercial Notation." Lao Shi said.

Bai Xinshu leaned over, and Lao Shi opened an old file with a blue cover and pointed it out to Bai Xinshu.

"Zuo Youyou told me that this was found in the folk counting archives after the counting method. It is a very obscure counting method, and if it is not learned at home, ordinary people will not pay attention to it at all. ”

Bai Xinshu looked at her carefully for a long time, and finally nodded reluctantly: "I underestimated her." ”

Lao Shi chased after the victory: "So this Zuo Youyou, let her in." ”

Bai Xinshu looked at Lao Shi without saying anything, and Lao Shi looked at him sincerely, his head shining under the lamp.

Lao Shi has been deeply involved in the ancient book industry for decades, from a high-spirited college student to a bald uncle today, Bai Xinshu thought of Lao Shi's body, and his heart softened.

After being silent for a long time, Bai Xinshu saw through it and didn't say anything: "...... Since you say so, let her in and try it out. ”

A smile of successful trickery slowly appeared on Lao Shi's face.

He finally threw out the hot pot of East Asian economic historical archives.

Today, he can finally leave work on time!

……

"So did I get an offer?" Zuo Youyou cheers!

"What Buddha? I mean, you can come and report it. Lao Shi told her.

"Oooh oh. How to get the employment letter? ”

"What offer letter? We don't have that, you just come to work. ”

Zuo Youyou scratched his head, and then said, "Okay, I'll come over next week to join the company." ”

She thought about it, and salivated a little in her restraint: "That enthusiastic little brother just now...... Is it also a center for ancient books? ”

"He's handsome, isn't he? Everyone who comes over has to ask. Lao Shi was not surprised, "He is the director of our ancient book center and the spokesperson of the image." ”

Zuo Youyou coveted the head of his top boss and silently shut up.

"But in our industry, handsome is useless." Lao Shi spoke seriously.

Zuo Youyou nodded again and again, waiting to accept Lao Shi's noble baptism of "strength is greater than appearance", but heard Lao Shi say: "Even if you are handsome, you can't help us get more project funding." ”

“…… Yes? ”

"For the East Asian economic history project you're working on, the funding is pitiful. Mr. Bai went to Lao Zhuang of the Propaganda Department to fight for it several times, but he didn't get more funding, so so far, only you and I are doing this project - mainly you. ”

Zuo Youyou was shocked: "Do ancient books to think about money? ”

Lao Shi was shocked: "Do ancient books without considering money? Do you think that when ancient books are dug up, they are the complete appearance of clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes? From excavation to publication, from fragments to finished books, every link of tinkering costs money, you don't pay, you let the restorer, the entry clerk, the typesetting worker, what do they eat, eat the soil?! ”

The two looked at each other, and for a while, each other's worldview was impacted.

Lao Shi patted Zuo Youyou's shoulder, pretending to be deep:

"Young people, it's good to have feelings, although feelings can't be eaten."

Zuo Youyou had eaten too many cakes drawn by her boss when she was in an advertising agency, which caused her to feel that something was wrong when she heard the word "feelings".

If you are someone else, you may have doubts and endure it, but Zuo Youyou is not.

"Why can't you get too much funding, can you tell us more about it?" She asked decisively.

"Do you know about the Wantaihe?"

Zuo Youyou shook his head.

"No., it's a trading house. Wantaihe is a trading house called Wantaihe. Wan Tai Ho is a Shanghainese Patrick Pak Jason opened a trading house on the Korean Peninsula, from 1880 to 1937, is the richest in the local area, how rich exactly? ”

Lao Shi thought for a while, pointed to the world map on the side, and drew a circle in East Asia: "I describe it this way, Patrickson has opened chain stores all over China, South Korea, North Korea, Japan and other East Asian countries, which is what we call the East Asian transnational business network. ”

"In 1892, the Qing government loaned 200,000 taels of silver to the Korean government. The wealth of the Mantae-hwa at that time controlled the internal affairs of North Korea. ”

According to historical records, in 1923, in the tax records of Seoul, Patrick Pak Jason ranked first, commonly known as the richest man in Seoul. Unexpectedly, the richest man in Seoul turned out to be Chinese. ”

Seoul is now Seoul, South Korea. The richest man in Seoul in 1923 is equivalent to the richest man in Beijing today.

Zuo Youyou was in awe: "This is a real trench!" ”

Lao Shi said mysteriously: "I'll tell you a gossip." Did you know Myeongdong, South Korea? Persim ...... The heirs of the Pak family still have 1,500 square meters of land in Myeongdong. ”

Zuo Youyou quickly checked the land price in Myeongdong. If it is calculated at 1.2 million yuan per square meter, it is 1.8 billion yuan???

"That's right, just a piece of land is worth so much money, not counting so many properties in his name."

Zuo Youyou nodded violently: "No wonder, so I don't lack money at all for this project, right?"

The brain circuit of Zuo Youyou, who was born in the 95s, was Qingqi, and Lao Shi, who was born in the 70s, was speechless for a while.

"I mean, the East Asian capital of the Wantaihe at the end of the 19th century was abundant, which affected the entire East Asian economy, so studying the economic history of East Asia cannot avoid us Chinese."

Lao Shi pulled a bunch of things, but Zuo Youyou was not surrounded by Lao Shi: "Then why can't you get funding?" It's weird. ”

She raised a pair of puppy eyes and looked directly at Lao Shi: "Why is it?" ”

Lao Shi was smashed in the face by Zuo Youyou's straight ball, there was no way to avoid it, he coughed embarrassedly, and his eyes flashed wildly:

"This part of the historical materials is a Chinese ledger, stored in Kyujanggak of Seoul National University in South Korea, written in Chinese by Jiang Shiqin, a doctor from Seoul National University in South Korea. After all, Chinese is not Jiang Shiqin's native language, so his writing, just, some, is awkward. ”

In fact, Dr. Jiang Shiqin's Chinese writing level is miserable, resulting in the semantics of the content he wrote, full of errors and omissions, and he ran four editors in a row, naturally he did not have the strength to win funding.

Of course, Zuo Youyou doesn't know about these.

Zuo Youyou didn't know why, and wanted to ask again, Lao Shi looked at his watch contrivedly, and Zuo Youyou hurriedly said, "Do you still have arrangements here?" ”

"Arrangement? No, no, no. Lao Shi showed a big smile, "It's scheduled to get off work - I'm going home to cook, and we'll talk in detail when you join the company." ”

After speaking, he picked up a heavy supermarket shopping bag, and there was a red tape of "ten yuan even" on the bag, and half of the green onion was exposed, and walked away.

Many years later, Zuo Youyou recalled that he only hated that he was too young at the time, and he didn't know that behind the flickering words of every old fritter, there was a sinkhole to be repaired, and he was the one who made up for the sky.

But at the moment, Zuo Youyou finally took the first step of the ancient book people - to become a probationary employee of Huaxia Shulin, and obtained the first task after joining the company:

Finishing –

East Asian Economic Historical Archive!