The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 2
"Wait," there was persistence in her voice, and her slender, white arms were raised high, blocking his way.

Out of politeness, he had to turn around: "Do you have anything else to do?"

A pair of slender eyes are staring at him, long flowing flaxen hair is dancing in the wind, slender legs can be seen at the slits of the tulle skirt, and a necklace inlaid with gold beads and purple jade hangs on his chest. necklace.

Her whole body exudes a faintly seductive aroma.

"Going to the job fair at the gym?"

She inadvertently guessed his mind.

"Yeah, are you going there too?"

Zhang Xiaofa smiled friendly, "It's just 500 meters ahead, enter at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Can I have a look at this?"

She became interested in the resume in his hand.

"Okay. Please return it to me after reading it."

He handed her his resume and explained with some embarrassment.

"I was in a hurry today, and I forgot to make a few extra copies. It may not be enough to submit all of them later."

"You are a top student who graduated from the History Department of Yenching University. It's great. My dad is an expert in history and archaeology. He has a doctorate in the United States. He works in a bookstore and research institute outside the Sixth Ring Road. Now there is a lack of an administrator. Are you interested? "

E-commerce is about to destroy physical bookstores, and good bookstores in schools with years of nostalgia are closing their doors one after another.

It is rare that there are still people who are willing to spend money in this regard to maintain a cultural sentiment.

If this doctor recruits assistants instead of simply classifying and packaging books, he may still consider it.

He thought for 5 minutes, intending to ask for details.

"What kind of work does the position that your father set up specifically do? For ordinary administrators, a high school education is enough."

There was a lofty element in his tone: a dignified Yenching University graduate, there is still a choice in finding a job.

Once again, she accurately guessed his heart.

"This job is purely mental. There are robots in stores like book classification and packaging. The administrator is mainly to sort out important classics and materials and assist in research. At least a bachelor's degree or above from a prestigious school. The annual salary is 30, and 20 days of paid vacation."

Zhang Xiaofa began to make a choice in his heart.

It is very difficult to find a good job across majors these days. The salary and benefits of this major match are similar to those of postdoctoral teachers in colleges and universities. Why don't you give it a try.

He nodded: "Are you going to the bookstore now? May I ask you what to call you?"

She pointed to a car under the sycamore tree on the side of the road: "Get in the car with me, it's there. Just call me Anan."

When he heard that it was so far away, he had some doubts.

However, she speaks cleanly and has a refined demeanor. She doesn't look like a trustee, but rather a person from a foreign land.

The car went all the way north, and after more than three hours, it stopped in front of a retro-style villa in the suburbs.

Ah Nan pointed out the car window: "It's here, get out of the car."

Surrounded by a sea of ​​rose flowers: red, pink, yellow, white, and green, the branches are vying for splendor, swaying gently in the wind.

The air is full of sweet floral and grassy scents, which are precious in a city shrouded in smog all year round.

"Our bookstore has three floors and a total of 680 square meters."

She proudly pointed to an inconspicuous sign at the entrance of the villa, "This sign has been around for more than 100 years. My family opened a store in the Republic of China."

He has been in the history department for four years, and his sense of smell for cultural relics is more sensitive than ordinary people.

Approaching the sign, brushing off the thick sand on the surface, the handwriting is blurred and difficult to read.

"What's written on it?"

She smiled slyly: "Top student, you should tell me this."

"Dongyu Bookstore, in the second spring of Renzi's year."

He felt that it was not rigorous enough, so he added: "There are still some words, which seem to be couplets written by the owner."

She secretly admired: "I tried some people before, but I didn't recognize so much content. You really have a deeper foundation than ordinary people. You can learn from my father, Dr. Chen, during dinner later."

In the center of the hall, you can see the entire three-story book collection at a glance.

There are ancient Ming and Qing paintings on the walls; there are very advanced digital equipment on the ground.

With a light foot step, the ring-shaped bookshelf made of rosewood rotates immediately, and books are automatically exchanged between different bookshelves through magnetic force. Through the crystal ceiling, you can see the green vines on the roof.

She took off a ring and adjusted it slightly, "For safety, the system requires face recognition authentication."

He saw a flash in front of his eyes, the portrait was precisely positioned, and it was captured by the small crystal lens on the front of the ring.

In the center of the hall, a robot focused on sorting out a hill of information.

Seeing him coming, waved friendly.

Another robot came out of the kitchen and served two cups of coffee.

"Thank you," he said, taking the cup from her.

There is a warm and strange fragrance, and the cup is transparent, cool and not hot.

Everything has a kind of mystery hidden in the mountains.

In addition to the amazing amount of ancient books, there are also many high-tech inventions that open the mind.

When he was a child, he watched the anime "Ala Lei", and the Doctor Strange in Penguin Village spent all his time at home inventing and creating a robot daughter...

"Go upstairs and lose weight recently, or go straight up from the smart floor on the first floor."

She pulls out a mirror and sighs as she looks at the instant display of weight and exercise.

"Wrists are as thin as snakes, is it necessary to reduce?"

He said something cutely.

"Bai Niangzi? Or Xiaoqing?"

The tone seemed to wish to turn into a snake and tie him up.

Her wrists are white and slender, tight and smooth, resembling the unique aura of the snake demon in the 90s Hong Kong movie "Green Snake".

Sitting at the round table in the middle of the second floor was a thin and stern middle-aged man, wearing a pair of strange black-rimmed glasses, typing information quickly in front of a computer.

Dressed in the same tone as a gentleman in the Republic of China: it looks like an archaeologist introduced in a certain history book I read in the library...

Is he crossing?
Or is it an illusion caused by Dr. Weird's alternative retro dressing style?
"Dad! I hired an academic guy today who can recognize all the main information on that chemically corroded sign."

Doctor Strange took the resume from her hand and glanced at it.

"Graduated from Yenching University, if you fail to pass the test, I will fire you at any time."

She leaned over and bit her ear softly.

"My dad is very knowledgeable. He has a good heart and a weird temper. If you make things difficult for you, I'm here."

He didn't like Dr. Strange's embarrassment, shook hands with him politely, and then sat down to eat.

After the meal, Ah Nan proposed to take a walk in the garden.

The doctor sternly stopped: "First tell him about signing the contract. There are so many things in the store that the robot can't finish it. The robot that burned out last week has not been repaired yet."

Compared with the history professors he knew, this person has no humanistic qualities at all, and there is no way to compare the efficiency of a living person with a robot.

Then there was a quarrel between father and daughter.

"Dad, he just had his meal, let's talk about it after the break."

"Go and rest, let the robot sign the contract with him. Time is like money!"

"I recruited people!"

"If you fight me again, don't expect to get any news about your mother!"

Dr. Chen smashed a teacup casually, and the cracking sound was crisp and clear.

Ah Nan's slender body trembled, and she grabbed a tissue and sobbed.

Zhang Xiaofa doesn't like being a lawyer, but hates evil like a vengeful.

"What kind of contract? Let me see."

A robot appeared and handed him a printed sheet of paper and a pen.

He took the contract and read:
"This contract requires that the party employed must abide by the following rules:
First, keep work secrets and do not record customer information privately;

Second, take good care of books and articles, and do not deliberately destroy or copy them;
Third, concentrate on sorting out the information and not keep any contact with the outside world;
Fourth, meet all the requirements of the boss and customers unconditionally. "

Without hesitation, he signed his name smartly, and the contract flew up in his palm.

"Doctor, I've signed it. Don't embarrass your daughter, I can do things in the afternoon."

"I'm going to the city to do errands. If she softens her heart, she has no principles. You have to abide by the rules."

"I'm not a sage, I can do nothing wrong."

His voice was neither humble nor overbearing.

Doctor Wei was about to say a few words, Ah Nan quickly pushed his father, "It's running out of time, don't be late."

The robot deftly operates an LCD touchscreen on the wall.

The balcony unfolded a retractable plane, extending directly to the downstairs, and the doctor left in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)