Chapter 1008

National Library.

Qian Xiaozheng has a university elder martial brother who works as an administrator here. Qian Xiaozheng soon finds his elder martial brother.

To tell you the truth, elder martial brother likes Wang Yong very much. He is half a fan of Wang Yong. He immediately led Qian Xiaozheng and yinglang to the museum.

"Zheng, it's not elder martial brother boasting. The books you borrowed are only available in our national library. Although it's not complete, sixty or seventy percent can still be found. You've found the right place this time! " Elder martial brother Qian Xiaozheng and Wang Yong boasted Haikou, went to the computer and began to inquire where these books were stored.

Just, as his fingers hit the keyboard, the expression on his face became more and more incomprehensible.

"What's the matter, elder martial brother?" Asked Qian Xiaozheng.

"Oh, nothing. It happens that a few books have just been lent out, and a few less should not affect anything. " With that, elder martial brother continued to search for the remaining books on the list.

Then, he called out with a confused face.

"How can it be!"

Qian Xiaozheng noticed that something was not good. He rushed to the front to have a look, but the computer showed that the book he had just entered had also been lent out.

Elder martial brother seemed not to believe in evil. He entered the names of several books in succession.

But the results are all the same.

All show that the book has been borrowed!

"There's no reason to be so clever! I'll take a look at the rest... "Elder martial brother Qian Xiaozheng was at a loss, as if this library was not the one he knew.

"Don't look, elder martial brother. The rest must not be in the Hall any more." Qian Xiaozheng's face was cold and he said.

"It's like... You're right..." elder martial brother Qian Xiaozheng randomly selected several books, and all of them were outstanding.

"It's not right. It's absolutely not right! What a coincidence? What's more, many books in this list can't be lent out, and they are all lent out. There's definitely a trick! " Elder martial brother Qian Xiaozheng felt as if he had lost face and said angrily.

But as soon as his voice fell, he heard a voice outside the door: "who are you talking about?"

It's the deputy curator.

"Curator, there's something strange about a batch of books that have been lent out. I said that someone might have played a trick..."

The deputy curator sneered: "you are just an administrator, and you are not qualified to contact the administrative decisions of the superior departments. I lent those books to several professors for research. Why, do you have any opinions? "

"Dare not..." elder martial brother Qian Xiaozheng said in a hurry. People have to bow their heads under the eaves. After all, he is just a small administrator, facing a deputy curator who has the right to kill or kill him.

"Ha ha, research again? I really want to understand something. Don't let me find out your details, or you will look good! " Qian Xiaozheng's enthusiasm has come up.

As a rich second generation, has he ever had this kind of anger?

A small deputy director of a leisure department, dare to be weird to him!

The deputy curator, with a face, pointed to Qian Xiaozheng and said angrily, "who are you? You are not welcome here. Get out

Elder martial brother Qian Xiaozheng also quickly pulls Qian Xiaozheng, and constantly signals Qian Xiaozheng not to make trouble with his eyes.

Qian Xiaozheng sneered and said: "I will definitely go out. Even if you cry and beg me to stay, I will not stay in this place full of villains! A good cultural holy land is polluted by a villain. Tell the master behind you for me that it's impossible for him to obstruct Mr. Wang from compiling the canon of Chinese studies! Can I borrow a few books in advance to embarrass Mr. Wang? Childish

"You... Go away!" The deputy curator trembled with anger and pointed to Qian Xiaozheng's nose.

Qian Xiaozheng glanced contemptuously at the deputy director and walked out of the National Library with his head high.

Yinglang followed, not knowing what had happened.

"Brother Zheng, what happened? Why didn't I get it? "

"It's nothing. A few old teachers who are jealous of Mr. Wang just trip Mr. Wang on purpose. It's estimated that the whole Yanjing City, except Jinghua University, can't borrow the books on the list. " Qian Xiaozheng took a deep breath and said.

Yinglang was immediately worried: "the task given to us by master is so important. If we can't finish it, won't we delay their compilation progress?"

Qian Xiaozheng's eyes were full of ruthlessness, and said: "can those behind the bad guys borrow the library of Yanjing, or the library of the whole country? I'll call the libraries in other big cities and borrow it from them! "

Then Qian Xiaozheng picked up the phone and began to contact friends from Mingzhu city and Suzhou city.

However, half an hour later, Qian Xiaozheng was stunned by the feedback.

There are no books on the list in the libraries of these two cities!

They were all borrowed in the name of research not long ago!

Qian Xiaozheng finally knows what a powerful network the people behind him have.

It may not be enough to compare with the network of influence in politics and commerce, but in the academic circle, it has already been regarded as a shield.

Qian Xiaozheng suddenly had a deep sense of powerlessness.

In the end, Qian Xiaozheng and yinglang returned to the editorial board of Guoxue Zhengdian.

They brought back only one tenth of the books on the list.

Wang Yong looked at these books in amazement and asked, "why is there only such a point?"

Qian Xiaozheng said helplessly: "there are some in the library of Jinghua University. We have all brought them. The rest, they're all ahead. "

There is no need to ask, just a word, Wang Yong has understood the whole story.

It must be Zhou Daoli and others behind the ghost!

These people have been operating in the academic circle for a long time, and they almost exist as an iron curtain. No matter how talented Wang Yong is, he is just a new man. He can't compare with these old youths.

These people use the plate outside move, easily for difficult to live Wang Yong.

The news spread quickly, and the whole editorial board already knew that the books had been borrowed first. Everyone is very angry at this kind of behavior, but there is nothing to do.

When it comes to Sinology, the number of books collected in other countries is less than half of that in China.

Without those books, the progress of the whole project will be seriously delayed, and may not be completed.

"What a scum! The shame of academia Chiba Zhenxi, who is not angry easily, is also angry enough to clap the table.

Wang Yong frowned and said nothing.

At this time, Zhou Daoli and others had learned that Wang Yong's borrowing of books was fruitless, and they all laughed and were very proud.

"As soon as the little chick grew wings, he thought that the sky was really high. It's childish and ridiculous. Now he has to recognize the reality, right? I think it's the five countries who are glaring at the compilation of the five countries? " Li Zhengyi's smile is particularly brilliant, his face full of folds blooming like a dry chrysanthemum.

Other scholars also flatter one after another. Fortunately, they didn't volunteer to join Wang Yong's editorial board. Otherwise, it's them who make a joke at this time.

In the eyes of these people, Wang Yong is doomed this time. If you write by personal memory, you will be criticized for any mistake.

The so-called historical model books no longer exist.

Gudong!

Zhou Daoli rarely poured a cup of sake and poured it down.

Li Zhengyi also had a drink. In the blink of an eye, a teahouse turned into a tavern. People were red in the face and drunk.

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"Mr. Wang, how to solve it? No, we can't. for those books we haven't borrowed, let's compile them by memory! Although you can't say that you never forget, your memory is not bad. " Li Zaixian suggested.

However, Wang Yong shook his head: "what we compile is an authoritative book. Without practical materials and preciseness, there is no authority. Once there is a mistake, it will be a serious blow to the whole book. At that time, all our efforts will come to nothing. Won't we take advantage of those villains behind the scenes? "

"What about that?"

Everyone looked at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong didn't say a word, but his brain was running rapidly. He recalled that when he was a child, his grandfather once commented on the words of the major libraries in China.

There were two libraries that impressed Wang Yong at that time.

One is Tianyige, the largest private library in China. It was built in the middle of the Ming Dynasty under the leadership of Fan Qin, the retired right Minister of the Ministry of war. Covering an area of about 26000 square meters, the library has a history of more than 400 years. It is the oldest existing library in China and Asia, and can be regarded as the representative of Chinese private library culture. According to statistics, Tianyige has a collection of 300000 volumes, and has a special department for the restoration of ancient books. The stock of ancient books is in the forefront in China.

Maybe we can try to contact this private library.

In addition, there is also a place with a huge collection of books, which is no less than the National Library of Yanjing!

That place absolutely has all the ancient books on the list!

Thinking of this, Wang Yong suddenly smiles and says, "yinglang, book air tickets for all teachers immediately!"

"Ah? Is Mr. Wang going to give up? " Many scholars are a little dazed.

Although the current threshold is really a bit difficult, it is not easy to give up.

Scholars who had been full of expectations for Wang Yong sighed with disappointment and were ready to accept the fact of returning home.

Yinglang also asked blankly: "master, the nationalities of teachers are different, and the time of international flights is uncertain. If not today, how about tomorrow? "

"International flights? What international flights do I need to get to Wan Wan? Are you stupid? " Wang Yong asked strangely.

"What? To the Bay? " Everyone on the editorial board was taken aback.

Then, an old scholar from Wan Wan slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "I'm so confused! I almost forgot that in addition to the mainland, there is also a library in wanwan which is no less than the mainland's book collection! The Palace Museum

As soon as the old scholar's voice fell, the whole editorial board couldn't help cheering.

Yes, everyone has forgotten the wanwan Palace Museum!

At the beginning of the war, Chiang ordered that all the best ancient books in Yanjing the Imperial Palace be moved to the bay.

There are more than one million ancient books in the whole bay, including inscriptions on gold, inscriptions on Qin and Han Dynasties, Dunhuang manuscripts, scriptures of Tang Dynasty, Buddhist scriptures, ancient books of song and Yuan Dynasties, Yongle Dadian and Sikuquanshu! There are more than 60000 rare ancient books, among which there are many rare rare books of song and Yuan Dynasties, as well as complete versions of the complete works of Siku Quanshu and Siku Huiyao in wenyuange.

The most enviable are the rare editions of Erya and zhoulishu, which are of high academic value. No matter which country they are put in, they are all national treasures.

Can't such a library meet the needs of the editorial board?