Zuo Youyou is just a poor person who is averaged out.

Bai Xinshu was suspiciously silent for a moment and comforted her: "The market value of privately printed books during the Republic of China period is not very high, and you can almost lose money by selling a house." ”

Zuo Youyou slumped into the office chair with a thud, stretched out his feet, and spun around a few times.

"If you don't have any money, then you can only send me to prison." Zuo Youyou shuddered.

Bai Xinshu was suspiciously silent again, and comforted her: "To this extent, even if he sues you, your responsibility is quite limited. Because after all, it's a private collector, not a library collection – if we break a library collection today, it's a bigger problem. In your case, Huaxia Shulin has legal counsel and will help you defend well. ”

Zuo Youyou couldn't move his feet, rested his head on the back of the office chair, and choked speechlessly.

"What is he and I thinking about......"

"You're also affected by me." Bai Xinshu apologized, "He mainly wants to give me a bad face, but you are fast." ”

Zuo Youyou understood.

In the face slapping text, Bai Xinshu is the villain who oppresses people with power, the kind that needs to be slapped in the face with stratagems.

And she is the cannon fodder who jumped first and was hit by a blow.

Zuo Youyou felt that his face hurt so much.

But the disaster has been broken by her, who made her cheap.

She leaned closer, taking a closer look at the shattered pages.

"The book is already somewhat fragmented." Bai Xinshu said, "Before giving it to us, Song Chen opened the binding. ”

"Damn, he disassembled and bound just to frame me! Society is so sinister about my innocent kitten! I'm going to confront him! ”

"It's useless to confront each other. Because, normally speaking, we do have to disassemble and bind, and disassemble to better scan and photocopy. ”

“…… Meaning, how can this book be cracked by us? ”

"Look at the condition. If the condition is not good, you can also choose not to dismantle, now there is technology to turn the page and scan, and then use technical means to make it into a page by page tiling style, repair more clearly, but the cost is relatively high. ”

"Speaking of which, it's not that you're framing me!"

"It's framing me." "But you're out of luck." ”

After Bai Xinshu finished speaking, the office fell silent.

Zuo Youyou stared at the pages spread out in front of him for a long time, and said with a sad face: "But now it's like this." ”

"When are you going to give it back?"

"Tomorrow morning at 7:15. Give it back to Song Chen before his next sharing session. ”

“？？？！！！”

"Do you think you want to show Jiang Shiqin the original? As is customary, we scan it and give an electronic copy. ”

Zuo Youyou looked at the time, and his voice trembled in surprise:

"It's half past eight o'clock in the evening, so we have to get help from a restorer."

Bai Xinshu shook his head and dialed the phone one by one.

Zuo Youyou was on the side to help search for contact information.

She had followed Bai Xinshu to the provincial map to hold a cultural relics restoration meeting, and she thought she knew more about the process of cultural relics restoration, but when she heard Bai Xinshu call cultural relics restorers, typesetting companies, printing factories, paper factories and stationery suppliers, she was a little confused.

Immediately, Bai Xinshu called the leadership, office, finance and even director Huang of the distribution department of Huaxia Shulin.

Zuo Youyou couldn't help but say: "To restore an ancient book, I thought it would be enough to find a cultural relics restorer." What do paper mills and printing mills do? ”

"It's not that simple." "It's a whole chain. For example, there are thousands of choices of paper for the restoration of cultural relics, and we always have to provide the restorer with which paper to use. Both printers and paper mills are very familiar with paper, but their familiarity is inconsistent. The printing factory is familiar with the state of paper as a book, and the paper factory is familiar with the nature of paper, so they all need to cooperate with the cultural relics restorer to jointly ensure logistics. ”

"What about typography?"

"Scan and photocopy, and perhaps cut if necessary, and the typesetting can make recommendations on the range of cropping and aesthetics."

"What is a stationery supplier?"

"In case of emergency, such as incomplete tools, help to allocate them."

Zuo Youyou slumped in his chair and muttered, "It's just a repair, but there are so many links behind it to cooperate closely." ”

"Yes, that's why I said that making ancient books is not for you to read manuscripts, but for you to be a start-up company and a project manager." After Bai Xinshu finished speaking, he typed two tables out and placed them in front of Zuo Youyou.

"Huaxia Shulin's internal procedures, you run."

Zuo Youyou looked at the eighty-eight signatures on the table, and the familiar social and economic benefits: "......"

"Don't look at me like that. Restoration requires money, and money needs to be approved at all levels...... You'll have to make up for this later. By the way, you also have to register with the three systems and then write a statement of the situation. ”

Zuo Youyou was weak: "...... Okay, I'll fill in those signatures later. ”

"It's just that I don't understand." Zuo Youyou struggled and asked, "Why do you still need the signature of Director Huang of the Distribution Department?" ”

Bai Xinshu thought for a moment.

"Because of process justice."

Okay.

The two of them split up and finished all the calls, and then sat in the quiet office, staring at the sparse ancient books, waiting for the firefighters to arrive.

At this moment, a call came to Zuo Youyou's mobile phone.

"Jian Xingzhou?" Zuo Youyou was not angry, "I'm busy, why are you calling?" ”

Before Jian Xingzhou could speak, Zuo Youyou preemptively said, "I know your book sells well. ”

Jian Xingzhou was full of thoughts and was hammered to outer space by Zuo Youyou.

"Left, you, you!"

Jian Xingzhou slandered in his heart: Give you a chance to pursue me, you can't grasp it!

But he will never be the first to say it!

Jian Xingzhou snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "I'm back from Heilongjiang." The plane just landed. ”

Come back to see you early! No, give you the chance to pursue me!

Zuo Youyou's voice really jumped with joy.

"Jian Xingzhou, it's great that you're back!"

Jian Xingzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't even notice the joy on his face.

He heard Zuo Youyou's request to meet, and a flush appeared on his always arrogant face.

"So you want to see me?"

"Of course!" Zuo Youyou hurriedly said, "You don't even know how much we want to see you!" ”

Jian Xingzhou was suspicious: "We? ”

"Hurry up to the company and have dinner together!"

When Jian Xingzhou heard the invitation to have dinner together, he agreed in a daze.

An hour and a half later, Jian Xingzhou stood at the door of the office of the director of the Huaxia Shulin Ancient Books Center and saw Zuo Youyou holding a blue cloth bag.

"Let's go." Zuo Youyou raised his chin, "I specially waited for you here, let's go to the conference room." ”