Extraterrestrial parasite

The man's third thought was unbelievable.

Just because after noticing the handwriting, he finally paid attention to the writing content, and this attention gave him an incredible feeling.

"Practical Techniques for Deep Data Mining" "A New Method" "The Nature of Thinking and Consciousness" "Neuromedicine and Computers"...

Aren't some of the dozens of book titles that are still increasing, the same ones that the young man was reading just now?

how come……

I just read the book, who can write down the names of more than sixty books in one breath without making mistakes?

The man thought he had seen it wrong and did not notice his current appearance at all. It was already very impolite and even a little too close to others.

But all his energy was devoted to that small piece of paper. While looking at the names of the books, he looked back at the books on the shelf to see if they were correct.

In the end, the man had to admit that all sixty-six book names were correct!

This was so unbelievable that the man's lips moved a few times, but he still didn't say anything.

After writing the names of sixty-six books on the paper, Chen Yang took back his signature pen and walked toward the counter. The man pretended not to care, casually pulled out a book, and followed Chen Yang.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The young female clerk looked at Chen Yang walking over with a smile.

"Well, please help me pack up all the books on this paper and bring them over."

This piece of paper was not handed to the female clerk, and was caught by the bookstore manager Liu Wenying in the middle.

"Hey, so many books? Sir, do you have a membership card for our store? If you do, I can give you a 15% discount."

Liu Wenying took the paper and looked at it. She was surprised by the dense number of book names on it, and then she became happy. Being proficient in business, he could tell at a glance that among the dozens of books, a dozen were valuable books priced at more than 150 yuan. As for other books, they were priced at no less than 60 yuan. The existence of ten yuan.

Based on this rough calculation, this is a good business worth more than 6,000 yuan.

Now that the Internet is developed, the profits of physical bookstores are getting thinner and thinner, and business is getting worse and worse. Meeting a good customer is obviously something that makes Liu Wenying happy.

"Membership card? I don't have one."

Chen Yang shook his head.

"Don't have a membership card? Then sir, you can apply for a membership card..."

"No need to go to such trouble, just pay the original price."

Not only did it take some time to apply for a membership card, but you also had to fill in personal identity information on a form. Chen Yang didn't want to do this and refused directly.

"Okay then."

What a wealthy owner!

Liu Wenying called several clerks over, and personally ordered to move the books written on the paper. In the end, although there were sixty-six books written on the paper, many of the books were in upper, middle and lower volumes, resulting in all the When the books arrived, there were hundreds of them.

It is obvious that one person cannot move such a heavy book.

But it doesn't matter, Liu Wenying just calls and someone has a car to deliver the goods to his door.

"Okay, so be it."

After paying for the books, Chen Yang looked at the van Liu Wenying called over, nodded and got into the van with the packed books.

After working for about half an hour, a business of 6,357 yuan was completed perfectly. Liu Wenying touched her chin with satisfaction.

"Manager Liu..."

"Oh, Mr. Wang, is it you, here to buy books again?"

When Liu Wenying turned around, she saw the man standing there staring at him.

This look made Liu Wenying a little creepy.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Wang?"

"It's something."

The man was slightly embarrassed and said, "That friend bought some books from you just now. Didn't he leave a note? Can you give it to me?"

"Note?"

Only then did Liu Wenying realize that she still had the shopping list left by Mr. Chen in her jacket pocket.

Being reminded of this, he took out the paper and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Wang, what do you want this note for?"

"Haha, I'm just curious. Let's see what books that friend bought. You know...I'm more interested in books in this area."

"Really?"

Liu Wenying spread out the paper casually. Compared with the attention he had neglected just now because of a good deal, his eyes were more focused this time, and he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Neat, very neat words!

The rows of handwriting are as neat as computer typesetting, and the intervals between each word are almost exactly the same. Moreover, the strokes of the pen are strong and powerful, as if every word has penetrated into the back of the paper.

The most incredible thing is that human writing is not computer printing after all. Because the human arm muscles tremble uncontrollably, it is impossible to write the same words safely and the same. There are always slight differences. At most, the handwriting is different in overall view. Similarities.

However, the same words on the paper, the outlines and traces between the strokes of the pen, to Liu Wenying's naked eyes, are exactly the same! Can't even tell any difference.

If it weren't for the rollerball pen, he would have thought that this was a type of font he had never seen before and was printed with a printer.

"Manager Liu, Manager Liu..."

A man's voice pulled Liu Wenying out of her daze.

"Well, I'm sorry, I just thought of something."

Liu Wenying said calmly: "By the way, I can't give you this list. We will have to input the list into the computer later... Otherwise, we will print a copy for you later."

As soon as these words came out, the man's expression was startled, and then he became cold.

"Manager Liu, what you said...why was it not entered in the book you bought just now? What you said is too deceptive."

"Haha, don't blame Mr. Wang. This list is really useful for our bookstore. What's more, the gentleman just forgot to take it away. If someone suddenly comes back and asks us to take it back, what should we do?"

Liu Wenying explained with a haha ​​while stuffing the paper back into the notebook she brought and clipping it carefully.

"Manager Liu, you..."

The man was furious at Liu Wenying's perfunctory manner, but the reserve of a cultured man could not allow him to curse like a shrew, so he could only look at the record book in Liu Wenying's hand reluctantly, then turned around and left.

He knew that he would not be able to take advantage of the opportunity to get that list, and he regretted it a bit. If he had known earlier, he would have asked for the contact information of that person. If they became friends, would he be afraid that he would not have the chance to get the contact information?

Perhaps in the eyes of others, although the handwriting on that list is good, it is not like this.

But in the eyes of those who know a little about calligraphy, the fonts on this list are not only strong and majestic, but also because many of the characters are written exactly the same, without any difference. This alone is amazing.

If it is favored by some calligraphy collectors, it is possible to sell it for tens of thousands in one go.

That list is anything but worthless as it appears.

Chen Yang, who was several kilometers away, didn't know that the list he left behind would arouse the excitement of two people. Because of his precise coordination and control of his body, his super high physical fitness, and the fact that he is in the first level of overclocking, Chen Yang, who can write well, has improved his handwriting by more than ten times than before!

It's just that in Chen Yang's opinion, writing was just a side detail, not worthy of attention, and it didn't attract his attention at all. (PS: As for some readers asking whether the right hand is a girl...with a wry smile, I can only say that you are Losing Greymon?)