[Rebirth of the Future] Furutake Era

"Mr. Nan!"

The office door was knocked open with a slam, and the editor-in-chief swung his round body like a rocket and rushed in, stuffing the stack of dusty papers in Shiba's arms——

"This is the original! Although it is a bit worn out, we still wondered that the paper of this book is too special, and it has been kept intact for such a long time. If it is a rare Buddhist scripture like you said, then There is nothing strange about this, after all, as a holy product of the sect, there is always some belief in divine power that can make people feel the difference."

The editor-in-chief seems to have calmed down now, pushing his glasses and counting the oddities of this book one by one. The more Shiba listens to it, the more reliable it is. Compared with divine artifacts such as silkworm clothes, but it has been handed down for thousands of years when it was on the ancient earth. If there are really few books that can bear the baptism of such a long time, it is too unreasonable up.

Shiba flipped through it twice symbolically, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of guilt in his heart. He raised his head to look at the fat editor-in-chief Yuan Mimi's small eyes, which were full of surprise and calculation.

Suddenly he lost that kind of careful thought, Shiba threw the book back on the table nonchalantly, rubbed himself into the sofa lazily, put his arms around his shoulders and looked up at the fat editor: "Okay, Leave the book here, I have something to do in the afternoon, I need a translator and bring the recorder."

"No..." The editor-in-chief froze for two seconds in surprise, and quickly realized, "Put it... you want to take it?"

Eighteen felt a little stage fright, and suddenly remembered the crazy look of the former master when he talked about "Yi Jin Jing".Treasures will shine everywhere, let alone in this federation that regards ancient martial arts as a belief?

If I don't get this book, I won't be able to feel at ease in my life.

If you just got a copy and put it in the publishing house, what should you do if someone who knows the goods shows up in the future?But if the publishing house is only a copy of the backup copy without the original, no matter how greedy he is, he will not be able to conclude that this is the famous "Yi Jin Jing".

Regarding being able to get this book, Eighteen is actually quite confident. Hearing what the editor-in-chief said, he didn’t answer immediately. He stood up and made a gesture to go out. I'd better trouble you to hire another Gao Ming."

As soon as he opened the door, Mr. He immediately got up and followed him. He waved his hand at the editor-in-chief, and he could hear some dissatisfaction in his voice: "I don't want to accompany you anymore, I just realized something. , Now go back and close up for a while, this one... I will take my leave first, little friend, take a step, wait for me!"

Eighteen found that people in this era seem to like to be familiar with each other. Ke Duo has only known each other for two hours, and his brother is older than his brother. This old man is even more interesting.

"Don't, don't, don't...don't!"

At first he was able to hold his breath, but seeing that Shiba was really going to leave with Mr. He, the fat editor-in-chief finally couldn't sit still, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab Shiba's arm, but Mr. He who was traveling with him was obviously ignored by him, and Mr. He also Not angry, just leaning against the wall with his arms around his shoulders and tilting his head to look.

"What are you doing?" Shiba shook off the greasy pig's claws of the fat editor-in-chief in disgust, and rubbed against the corner of his clothes again, "I'm busy right now, you want to chat with me? Make an appointment for another time."

"puff……"

The two followed the sound and looked over. Mr. He flicked his goat beard, noticed the gaze of the two, quickly covered his mouth and waved his hand apologetically.

"Look... let's talk about something, Mr. Nan is really impatient, it's not that I don't want to give you the book, it's just...you understand, I can't make the decision for such a precious thing... "

"Ahem..." It was Mr. He's voice again, Shiba squinted at him, Mr. He blinked his right eye quickly, turned his head and ignored it.

Shiba Mingran acted as if he was watching the sky, and his tone became more sincere: "Of course I understand what the editor-in-chief said. You see, I didn't rob you, did I? I've been really busy recently, and it's not that I don't want to help you. Also understand, after all, I also have personal affairs!"

The fat editor-in-chief lowered his head and looked at Shiba speechlessly. Shiba hooked the corner of his mouth symbolically, and pointed to the communicator on his wrist: "It's time for dinner, and there are still people waiting for dinner at home. Let's take my leave first!"

The editor-in-chief's heart was agitated for a while, this ancient book was obtained by accident, and it was a bit reconciled for him to give it away so easily, right!Isn't Mr. Nan a researcher of ancient earth culture?

"How about this, Mr. Nan." The fat editor-in-chief had a plan in mind, and said with a smile, his tone was not as urgent as before: "Give me a contact method, I have asked the leader for instructions, and then I can call you?"

He is a freshman who can handle ancient books with ease, let alone a senior student in the research institute?As long as I go to the research institute to find someone with similar grades, won't the matter be resolved?

Eighteen naturally knew this, but Sanskrit is something that not everyone knows. Naturally, there will be times when this fat man kneels and begs himself.

Shiba readily left the communication number, greeted Mr. He and left.No one else can take what belongs to him.

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Mr. He looked refreshed and looked at Shiba with inquisitive eyes. He walked out of the publishing house and looked around Shiba. A car was parked, and the entire laneway was empty.

Shiba thought about it for a while. When I came here with Xu Fat not long ago, it seemed that the journey was not short. Now I go back... probably it will take a long time, right?

Mr. He obviously thought of the same question. He waved his hand towards Shiba, and then connected to his communicator. The other end of the communicator was Winterson. He had obviously heard about what happened in the office just now. Shiba was also with Mr. He, and immediately said that he would arrive in the shortest possible time.

"Eh..." Mr. He looked down at Shiba who obviously had no desire to chat, coughed, and took the lead in thanking, "Today's matter... I will definitely hold a banquet to thank you in the future, and you may not believe it , I’ve been stuck in this bottleneck for nearly five years, but today I realized most of it because of my little friend’s Divine Comedy... Ahem, my little friend has extraordinary knowledge. I’m a professor at the Federal Institute of Ancient Earth Culture. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. You are a member of the Federation?"

Federal Institute of Ancient Earth Culture?

Shiba stuck out his tongue secretly in his heart, thinking of the origin he just made up just now, he thought it was really a coincidence.

"I'm a federal civilian star, where is Mr. Crane?"

Mr. He shook his head: "I am an external professor, and I am from Kevilla."

Shiba raised his brows in surprise: "Mr. Crane has such advanced internal skills, but he is working in the liberal arts?"

Mr. Crane nodded, "Indeed, I've always liked this. I just think of the Buddhist scripture my little friend sang just now. All the cultures of the ancient earth are elegant and charming~~Although I also love ancient martial arts, as a citizen of Kevilla , the pursuit of beautiful rhythm and art is an innate instinct!"

It was the first time Shiba heard such a statement. Mr. He glanced at him, then shook his head regretfully, "Little friend is so young, but his muscles and bones are good, and his foundation is also good. It's just strange why he looks so weak?"

Weakness...is it a bit?This person with slender arms and legs couldn't even carry a three-pound luggage when he first arrived...

Shiba shook his head, "When I was a child, I paid attention to internal cultivation, and I didn't have time to exercise my muscles...and I didn't have such conditions."

"Exercise your muscles and bones?" Mr. He was a little surprised, and asked naturally: "Little friend's family is a scholarly family?"

Eighteen shook his head, "It doesn't count."

"So..." Mr. He nodded thoughtfully, "Little friend, you haven't actually fought yet? It's a pity... such good conditions..."

Eighteen could hear the hesitation in his words, he hated others hesitating, raised his head and asked: "What Mr. Crane wants to say, just say it."

Mr. Crane stroked his beard and asked hesitantly: "Have you heard of the ancient martial arts arena in Jincheng?"

Ancient martial arts arena?

The one about Socrates, Shiba has heard of it.Does Jincheng even need one? Shaking his head honestly, Mr. He's expression became even more hesitant, "It stands to reason that my little friend is not very old, so I shouldn't say these things, but ancient martial arts and physical training are also indispensable, little friend If you want to improve, you must not only focus on spiritual cultivation... In this way, I also have some connections in the ancient martial arts arena, if you have no experience, you can also go to watch the competition occasionally, and you can learn some experience."

Shiba pursed his lips and sighed speechlessly. He could tell that Mr. He was obviously an honest man who would repay his kindness. He had just given him some kindness by coincidence. To repay my appearance, I have nothing to say since I came out, because I want to settle with myself...

It is also very annoying to be entangled in such a dead-headed mind. Shiba nodded impatiently and reluctantly agreed. Immediately, Mr. He laughed cheerfully, grabbing Shiba's communication number, and wished to find him immediately. Ten or eight masters greeted him twice.

As soon as Winterson came out, he saw Mr. He clinging to Shiba with a demented appearance, clamoring for communication. Shiba also looked helpless, and he didn't push away as if he couldn't bear to bully the children. , Winterson immediately became messy...

Although the scene is very harmonious, it is true, but... the object is reversed, is it reversed?

"I don't have much time since the day after tomorrow. Mr. He, if you want to contact me, please call me on the weekend."

Mr. He struggled for a long time before he heard Shiba hold back this sentence, and immediately nodded happily: "Yes, yes, yes! Hey, that Winterson, what are you doing there? Come and drive!"

Before Winterson finished messing around, Mr. He, who found him, yelled angrily. This kind of differential treatment made Winterson feel choked up, but he really didn't dare to confront Mr. He.

Shiba silently looked back at the vermilion lacquered door that was slowly closing behind him.

At most three days, if the fat editor-in-chief doesn't come over, I will definitely use all means to get that book!