This is the entire Jiangnan City Cultural Management Center, where all large-scale cultural activities are planned every year.
Likewise, this is also a branch of the Antiques Culture Association.
He came to the cultural center alone, and Chen Ling did not come with him.
After Chen Ling's leg injury was cured, Chen Feng asked his sister Chen Ling to go home first.
He took out his cell phone and wanted to make a call to Zhao Nanshan.
But his cell phone has run out of power. The battery of this old second-hand cell phone is very weak.
"When the certification is over, it's time to change my phone, and I just happened to buy one for Chen Ling."
Chen Feng thought to himself.
Without a phone, he could only walk inside to check on the situation.
"Stop, today is Saturday. The cultural center is closed according to national regulations and will not accept guests."
A security guard stopped Chen Feng.
"I'm here to find someone, Mr. Zhao Nanshan."
Chen Feng said.
"Mr. Zhao?"
The security guard hesitated a little and looked Chen Feng up and down.
Then, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"What are you here for?"
The security guard put down the phone, looked at Chen Feng and asked.
"I'm here for certification."
Chen Feng said.
He didn't say what he certified, because it would be too arrogant to say it.
"...He said he was here for certification."
The security guard continued.
Chen Feng waited patiently aside. After the security guard finished calling, he asked Chen Feng to wait where he was.
Chen Feng is not in a hurry, nor is he impatient.
However, after waiting for twenty minutes, no one came.
"Has no one come out yet?"
Chen Feng frowned, and logically Zhao Nanshan should have taken care of it.
"Just wait. If you are really free, you can go to the library and read a book."
The security guard waved his hand.
Chen Feng shook his head and entered the library.
There is nothing to do right now, so I have no choice but to go into the library and read some books to pass the time.
Most of the books in the library are about antique culture. From Xia, Shang and Zhou to modern times, almost all the books on antique calligraphy and painting are included.
Moreover, many of them are books that are not available on the market.
These books are the essence of the cultural center.
"Antique culture?"
Chen Feng's eyes flashed with light.
It just so happened that his knowledge in this area was very lacking, so he took this opportunity to make up for it.
I picked up a copy of "An Overview of Chinese Antique Culture" and started reading it.
What surprised Chen Feng was that he could read books very quickly and could basically turn the pages page by page.
To his surprise, he was able to remember everything.
Not only can you read ten lines at a glance, but you can also remember it with a photographic memory.
Chen Feng was a little excited, but he soon calmed down. His cultivation must have improved to have such an effect.
Legend has it that if you practice to the extreme, you can see the cause and effect of all objects, and you can even see the traces from birth to destruction at a glance.
Of course, that is too mysterious and involves the way of heaven.
Chen Feng couldn't imagine that he was already very satisfied to be able to remember him with a photographic memory.
Normally, there is no such opportunity for him to see it. Fortunately, Chen Feng took this opportunity to supplement his knowledge.
There are many books in the library, basically tens of thousands of volumes.
But the speed at which he reads is no!
He also flips through books very quickly, and can memorize a book of about 300 pages in less than ten minutes.
When Chen Feng entered the library, a woman in her twenties walked up to the security guard.
"Where is the person who wants to be authenticated?"
The woman frowned.
"Didn't I ask you to tell him to wait? What's going on?"
"Director, he saw that he has been waiting for you for a long time and kept urging you, so I asked him to go to the library and wait."
The security guard said honestly.
The woman was surprised at first, but there was some surprise in her eyes.
This woman's name is Zhao Jiling, she is the granddaughter of Zhao Nanshan and the director of the Jiangnan City Cultural Center.
In addition, she also has another identity, that is, she is a member of the National Antiques Culture Association.
Therefore, she was very dissatisfied when her grandfather Zhao Nanshan proposed to give Chen Feng a position in the cultural association.
Now, because of traditional Chinese painting, the association has given Chen Feng the title of vice president.
You must know that she, Zhao Jiling, who is so outstanding, is just a member.
What's even more annoying is that she heard that Chen Feng is only a high school graduate and has never even attended college.
Therefore, Chen Feng was asked to wait and show him off.
"I haven't even studied in college and yet I go to the library and act pretentious."
Zhao Jiling snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the library.
At this time, Chen Feng had completely entered a very mysterious state. He could remember the contents of at least two hundred books at a glance.
He finally had an introductory understanding of China's antique culture. As long as he was given half a day, he could finish all the contents in the library.
Even if an ordinary person can read ten lines at a time, he or she may not be able to absorb so much content. After all, the brain capacity is limited.
But he is different, he is a cultivator.
Just as he was flipping through the books quickly, there was a sound of slight footsteps in the library.
Chen Feng ignored it and continued to flip through his book.
Naturally, his movement of turning the pages of the book was not hidden from Zhao Jiling's eyes. Chen Feng was now the only one in the entire library.
"Does this guy think this is a vegetable market?
It’s still a toy farm, these books are precious treasures of the cultural center, how can you play with books here!”
Zhao Jiling was almost furious. She is a book lover and a person who likes to read.
Now, someone actually made such fun of books, which almost made her angry to death.
Especially this guy is the incoming vice president!
"What are you doing?"
Zhao Jiling took a deep breath and shouted in a deep voice.
She held her pink fist and walked up to Chen Feng. With her long legs, she walked up to Chen Feng in just two steps.
Chen Feng didn't even raise his head, and just responded casually: "Don't disturb me while you're reading."
Hearing Chen Feng's matter-of-fact words, Zhao Jiling almost turned his nose with anger.
"Reading a book?
Are you sure you're not kidding me?"
Zhao Jiling suppressed the anger in his heart and said.
After finishing reading the book in his hand, Chen Feng closed the pages and put the book back to its original place.
Being disturbed, Chen Feng had no intention to continue reading.
"I'm sorry to bother you, right?"
After Chen Feng finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"This guy."
Looking at Chen Feng's back, Zhao Jiling stamped his feet fiercely.
I originally wanted to give Chen Feng a show of strength, but I didn't expect that he was frustrated as soon as they met.
"I'm not interested in you. I want to be certified as the vice-president. If you don't have the ability, don't even think about it."
Zhao Jiling snorted coldly.
Chen Feng walked to the security desk again and looked around, but saw no one else at all.
"When will the people from the cultural center come? Give me your mobile phone and I'll call Mr. Zhao."
Almost more than an hour had passed, and he had no patience to wait any longer.
He doesn't have to be the vice-president of any cultural association.
Zhao Nanshan kept exposing him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Isn't that our curator?"
The security guard pointed into the distance.
Chen Feng turned around and glanced, but it was the young woman who had just been angry with him in the library.
"It can't be such a coincidence."
Chen Feng smiled bitterly in his heart.
Zhao Jiling had already walked over with murderous intent.