Day by day in the infinite game

After all, they were players with improved intelligence attribute points and enhanced learning abilities. Tang Qinqin and others got started quickly, and in three days they reached the stage of "decontamination" of the learning pages.

On this day, the studio received a very anxious client.

The old book restoration studio of the old master not only cooperates with the national official library, but also undertakes the restoration needs of folk ancient book collectors.

As soon as he came in, he went straight to the old master and placed a book tightly wrapped in newspaper in front of his eyes without saying a word.

"Old Zhang, you have to help me, help me save this book."

The old master, who was immersed in his work, was almost knocked off his spectacle frame by the book that suddenly appeared. He could not help but frown and look up.

"Wang Tao? Why are you here?" Seeing clearly that the uninvited guest who disturbed him was an old acquaintance, the old master frowned and didn't care about his rash behavior just now: "What book? What's wrong? Slow down and explain clearly."

Tang Qinqin and other players who were learning hands-on operations with their senior brother heard the sound and began to pay attention. After discovering that the two of them knew each other, they stopped thinking and continued with the task at hand, but they all quietly sat sideways and froze their ears.

Get up and listen to the sound.

"Old Zhang, you don't know. I borrowed this book from a friend a while ago. It has been collected by him for many years. He said it is a rare book. I finally got him to nod and agree to lend it to me for review.

Time, unexpectedly, I haven't read it for a few days, but my children have caused trouble for me. This book, this book..." Wang Tao's expression almost made him cry, and his tone became more choked up.

After listening to what he said, the old master could already imagine that the books in his hand, which were wrapped in newspapers and could not be seen, were probably unrecognizable.

The culprit is the child of my old friend - Mao Bao Bao, a pure-blood husky.

The tricky thing is that if this is really a "rare book", you may not be sure that you can repair it.

Rare ancient books refer to ancient books that have been rigorously collated and contain no errors or omissions.

Simply put, rare books refer to good books. They usually refer to ancient books with high cultural relic value, documentary value, and artistic value.

Only a small number of private collectors have the privilege of collecting rare books, and most of them are ordinary ancient books.

The old master's hand holding the ancient book felt a little hot for a while.

He glanced at his helpless old friend: "I'm not sure if I can help you. My current confidence is no more than 30%. Are you sure you want me to continue?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Tao felt like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, and he slumped on the ground in despair.

After a long while, he murmured as if talking to himself: "There is no other way now... No matter what, just do what you want and do your best..."

Most people who love ancient books and collect them have considerable financial support, because these precious treasures can burn money based on their strength. The reason why Wang Tao, who was still relatively wealthy at this time, was devastated and confused was not because he was very likely to have to pay a huge sum of money in compensation.

He only wanted Fei's money, but he didn't know how to face his friend - the owner of this ancient book that had suffered a misfortune.

Nowadays, it is very rare to find a rare book in the world of ancient book collection. If a collector can collect a rare book, it is definitely a triple combination of financial resources, luck and eyesight. Simply put, he is a winner for collectors.

He also knew how much his friend valued this ancient book. He treated it as his own child. In order to borrow it and observe it, he had been talking for a long time and sent a lot of good tea leaves.

As a result, the kid in the family who loves to tear down the house didn't pay attention. If he kept talking, not only would his friendship be in jeopardy, but the key thing is that he didn't even finish the book!

This was what made him most disappointed.

The old master curled his lips and carefully opened the wrapped newspapers with a solemn expression.

"Old Wang, you are such a dog, your mouth is so cruel."

The entire ancient book finally appeared in front of the old master. Before he could be amazed by its rich and simple atmosphere, he was shocked by the sudden appearance of a series of tooth marks on the cover that had penetrated the pages of the book.

This is far more disappointing than seeing a delicate flower stuck in cow dung.

There are also suspicious wet stains on the book's tooth marks, which makes people highly suspect that it is the drool left by an unlucky dog ​​after committing the crime.

Now there's good news and bad news.

The good news is that except for the tooth mark that has penetrated an unknown number of pages, there seems to be no other problem with this ancient book; the bad news is that where the dog's canine teeth intersect, the original writing on the book has been damaged, leaving only a few radicals.

With great pressure, some of the writings were even completely penetrated by the teeth, leaving only a dark hole.

"Isn't this bitch still knowledgeable? How many pens and inks have he read? This is..." The old master was heartbroken and carefully separated the cover and title page.

This is a thread-bound book. It should have been well protected before. The pages are slightly yellow and the paper is in good condition. As for the content, it follows professional ethics. Although Master Zhang also wants to read it and appreciate it, it is obviously more important at the moment.

How to save it and repair it.

"Old Wang, come here." He waved to his old friend Xianyu, who was lying on the ground and seemed to be in a daze: "Don't hold up the body for me, get up. I have so many disciples watching."

I don't know which words stimulated Wang Tao who was lying on the ground. He stood up straight with a roar, but it was difficult for his old bones to be slightly stiff.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, how come you are so capable now and have so many apprentices? Are you real or fake? Could it be that you tricked me?" Wang Tao changed his dejected expression just now, and his change of face in seconds made him pay attention to this area.

The moving players were stunned for a moment.

The loss, despair, sadness, sadness that just lingered for a long time...

Have you fed all the dogs?

Master Zhang also glanced at him with disgust.

"Look at your potential. What, you don't like it when I receive an apprentice? Let's not talk about anything else. Let me ask you, have you told anyone about this?"

Wang Tao grimaced again: "Not yet, isn't it because I don't know what the situation is and I can't speak for a while..."

"Then I advise you to call and tell someone as soon as possible. He has the right to know no matter what. How to deal with you and your dog at that time is another matter. Hey, don't say that your brother won't help you. This is really the case.

I have a low degree of confidence that the book can be restored to near-mint condition, and he will have to know sooner or later."

Add a sentence at the end: "If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be stern. Maybe people will see that you have a good attitude in admitting your mistakes, and they will beat you less."

Comparing himself with others, Lao Zhang cannot guarantee whether he would be "merciful" if his treasured ancient books were harmed.

Of course, in a society governed by the rule of law, as a good citizen who abides by the law and works hard, he is just "seeing the truth on the martial arts field" and conducting friendly discussions in line with the core socialist values. As for whether his fists will pay more attention to his opponents, that is entirely irrelevant.

It depends on your mood.

Looking up at his old friend again, Master Zhang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and pushed the glasses frame that had slipped off the bridge of his nose with his right hand.

Speaking of which, I haven't moved my muscles for a long time.