"Old Zhang, I’ve brought you someone to help out."
The archives and library space spanned about 500 square meters, with shelves packed tight with rare books and documents. Old Zhang was a stooped little man in his fifties. His clothes were simple, yet spotlessly clean, and his hair was combed with meticulous care.
"I’ve told you how many times? I don't need any young people here. If they have the energy to waste their time with me, they’d be better off out there chasing news."
Chapter 35