When Liao Chengren heard Ning Zhiheng say this, he couldn't help but say in confusion: "Mr. Qi is polite, but Liao is just an ordinary clerk, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to help."

Ning Zhiheng came near and smiled and said, "Mr. Liao, then I will say it bluntly. That's it. I have a roll of microfilm in my hand, which contains some rare ancient books. To be on the safe side, I have always wanted to copy another copy, but after I searched in Hong Kong for a long time, I realized that only your museum is equipped with such equipment, so I took the liberty to come and asked Mr. Liao to help me."

When Liao Chengren heard this, he really used it, but he and Ning Zhiheng Su didn't know each other, so of course they were not that easy to talk to. So he looked embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said, "Mr. Qi, our library does have such a set of equipment, but we have regulations that it will not be used for external purposes."

Ning Zhiheng understood what he meant. The emperor was not short of hungry soldiers. When he met by chance, who would do his best? He immediately took out his wallet from his arms, took out a stack of banknotes from it, and placed it on Liao Chengren's desk.

Liao Chengren's eyes lit up immediately. The person opposite was a good person. Although the University of Hong Kong is a famous institution, the treatment of ordinary employees is not high. His salary is very limited. It is rare to have the opportunity to get some benefits, so he will naturally not refuse.

I heard Ning Zhiheng say, "Mr. Liao, this is a little bit of my heart. I really have an urgent need. Please help me!"

"It's easy to say, Mr. Qi is willing to go out. It's not easy for anyone to go out. I'll help you with this!" Liao Chengren kept polite, slowed down his hand for a while, and took the money over. After all, he was still a literati, and he was a little uncomfortable doing such things.

Ning Zhiheng took out the plate of microfilm and handed it to Liao Chengren: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Liao!"

At this time, he carefully paid attention to Liao Chengren's reaction. He wanted to know whether the other party had anything to do with this plate of microfilm.

As expected, when Liao Chengren swept his eyes over the microfilm, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, but he quickly took the film. He saw him holding it in his hand and looking at him carefully, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but look up at Ning Zhiheng.

Ning Zhiheng was overjoyed at this time. He was lucky and the other party's performance was enough to show that he recognized this plate of microfilm.

Although Liao Chengren hesitated, he still did not ask, and stood up and said, "If you need a copy, it will take some time. Please wait here!"

"No!" Ning Zhiheng waved his hand and said. Since he already knew that this plate of microfilm had something to do with Liao Chengren, how could he let the film go out of his sight?

"Mr. Liao, to be honest, this film is crucial to me. I'm really worried. Can I watch you copy it on the spot?"

Liao Chengren was not surprised to hear that Ning Zhiheng was so careful. Besides, for the sake of the money, he could not refuse and immediately agreed happily: "I understand, since Mr. Qi is worried, please follow me."

After saying that, he came to the door a few steps, opened it and walked out. Ning Zhiheng followed Liao Chengren and walked all the way to the door on the west side of the floor. Liao Chengren took out the key, opened the door lock, and pushed the door open and entered.

The room is very spacious and should be a projection room. A glass screen is arranged in front of it, facing a set of combined instruments. Liao Chengren introduced: "This is a projection room, and it is also a place to read microfilm."

Ning Zhiheng didn't say anything. He looked around and nodded slightly.

In order to reassure Ning Zhiheng, Liao Chengren came to the door of a suite next to him, opened the door, and took the initiative to introduce: "This is the workplace."

The space in this suite is not small. There is a long workbench in the middle of the room, and there are several lines of book pages neatly placed on the countertop.

Ning Zhiheng walked forward, leaned down and looked, but after a moment, he spoke, "It was from the Song Dynasty!"

Liao Chengren was stunned when he heard this, with a strange look on his face, and then nodded and said, "Mr. Qi has good eyesight. This is a lonely Song Dynasty book I just received recently. It is only seriously damaged. Our library often collects some precious books and rare books, all of which are operated by me, and made into microfilms for special storage."

“Is the operation complicated?”

"Oh, not, just be careful. You must operate carefully. Split the books into scattered pages and arrange them, then put them in a running number, then use a special machine to shoot, adjust the focal length and parameters, which will make the subsequent work more cumbersome."

The shooting of microfilm is naturally different from ordinary photos. There are many new technologies that need to be mastered, and Ning Zhiheng himself does not understand it. This is also the reason why he must rely on Liao Chengren, otherwise he would rather do it himself.

At this time, Liao Chengren came to the storage cabinet, took out a plate of film from it, and pointed to the small room beside him, saying, "This is the dark room, we will copy the film here later."

The two of them pushed the door open. In the following time, Ning Zhiheng looked at Liao Chengren's skillful operation, and did not do anything until the copy was completed.

The two left the dark room, and Liao Chengren handed two plates of microfilm to Ning Zhiheng and said, "Mr. Qi, there is a reading device here, you can check the effect."

Ning Zhiheng shook his head and said, "No need to be so troublesome. I can just look at it with a magnifying glass. I wonder if you have it here?"

"Oh, there is!" Liao Chengren turned around and went to the workshop.

Ning Zhiheng immediately carefully checked the copied film scroll disk at this time. The two axles were exactly the same in shape and were both in black color. On the side of the new axles, a set of markings "x-9" was also found, and even the hand-printed fonts were the same.

It's confirmed that! These two microfilms are from Liao Chengren. He didn't find the wrong person, and Ning Zhiheng was very calm.

At this time, Liao Chengren walked back, held a magnifying glass in his hand, and handed it to Ning Zhiheng.

Ning Zhiheng took it, checked it carefully, then nodded and smiled: "It's very good, Mr. Liao, I'm really a hard work."

Seeing that Ning Zhiheng was very satisfied, Liao Chengren said happily: "It's a simple task. If Mr. Qi needs it in the future, he can come to me at any time."

This time Ning Zhiheng gave him a generous reward, and in just one moment, he was worth half a year's salary. He was naturally excited and wished he had such an opportunity again.

When Ning Zhiheng heard this, he immediately followed the conversation and said, "Of course, I will be in trouble with you Mr. Liao in the future. I have one thing now, I want to consult."

"Okay, okay, please speak!" Liao Chengren agreed in full.

Ning Zhiheng put two pieces of film in front of Liao Chengren's eyes and asked directly: "Mr. Liao, I said it bluntly. In fact, you also know in your heart that these two pieces of film were made by you, right?"

Ning Zhiheng's words made Liao Chengren stagnate. After a long time, he nodded in embarrassment and said, "It's true. Since Mr. Qi has seen it, I won't hide it from you. I copied the film you brought. I don't know where you got it?"

"This is exactly what I want to know!" Ning Zhiheng said lightly. He had already seen it. Liao Chengren didn't know the true content of this film at all, nor did he have any other identity. He just copied the microfilm for others.

The person who found Liao Chengren's copy of the film was either Yong Feng or the mole.

"I also want to know who came here to ask Mr. Liao to copy the film, how many copies have you copied in total?"

Liao Chengren immediately shook his head and said, "I can't say this, Mr. Qi, it's hard for others. I have promised others that I have to believe in my words."

Ning Zhiheng couldn't help laughing, and immediately took out his wallet and said, "Mr. Liao, this person is also a friend of mine. I am looking for him. If you can provide clues, I will never treat you badly."

Another stack of banknotes was handed over, but Liao Chengren smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, first of all, I promised him not to mention this matter to anyone. However, since you already know, I can do it. Secondly, I really don't know this person, and I have never seen him before. I just came across it in a hurry and I can't provide any clues."

Ning Zhiheng didn't say much and stuffed the banknotes into Liao Chengren's pocket.

"You are..."

"Mr. Liao, it doesn't matter if you don't know this person. I don't have high requirements. You can say as much as you have."

In the end, it could not resist the temptation of money. Liao Chengren agreed. He recalled it and said, "That is, a few days ago, a foreigner came to the door with the same purpose as you, and to copy the microfilm, and he copied two copies in total."

"Foreign people? Do you know which country they are from?"

"I really don't know this. He called himself Turner. I feel more like a British man, but he and I communicated in Chinese throughout the whole process. Don't you say that, his Chinese is very fluent, and even the British teacher in our school is only at this level." Liao Chengren replied.

Ning Zhiheng nodded secretly. This is indeed a valuable clue. Hong Kong is an international port city. There are many foreigners living in it. It is not uncommon for foreigners to speak Chinese, but there are definitely not many who can speak very fluently. This person must have had some special experiences or professions and has worked hard in Chinese, otherwise it would be difficult to do this.

However, Hong Kong is a British colony after all, and most of them are British. It is very likely that this person is British.

“Height and body shape?”

"Is it tall? You are about the same as Mr. Qi, but your body is stronger than you."

This is expected. Even Ning Zhiheng's body shape is already tall among yellow people, but his body is huge and does not look exaggerated in appearance, and it is not much different from ordinary people.

But the description of the following was not very smooth. In Liao Chengren's mouth, Turner's appearance was very popular, with only deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and fair skin. If he was asked to describe it in detail, he couldn't say anything.
Chapter completed!