Chapter 165 (1/2)

After Zhao Guangming, a group of late witted experts, found that the news had reached the outside world -

Zhao Guangming pushed the reflective presbyopia glasses on the bridge of his nose, and resolutely said, ”there is an internal ghost!”

Professor Zhao Guangming is more fashionable than other experts. He will use Weibo. When he opens the microblog, he can see that netizens who don't sleep at night are all in this matter. The hot search is No.1 on the hot search list, so it can't stay down. In just a few hours, it has already exceeded 300 million.

People are concerned.

The telephone calls of experts, doctors and nurses in the hospital have been knocked out, all of which are the calls of reporters investigating and inquiring.

Haicheng daily, which released first-hand news, rose to more than one million overnight.

It has reached this level, so we must reply positively.

Late that night, the Haicheng Cultural Relics Protection Bureau released an official microblog, admitting that it had indeed obtained the manuscript of the classic masterpiece ”the story of the mountain and moon”. The manuscript contains 37 or 38 chapters of content that have not been published in the world. An expert group has been set up to analyze it, and the original content will be released in the near future.

An internal expert who had already seen the contents of the latter part of the article wrote late at night: ”the contents of the thirty-seven and thirty-eight chapters are astonishing. Any sequel in the next two hundred years is no different from that of a dog tail and a mink. In terms of talent, I only serve Mr. Bai in this life. ”

Mr. Zhang is the honorific title of the author of the original book ”the story of the mountain moon”, and no one knows his men and women.

Want to cry is not only about to participate in the college entrance examination students, but also entertainment industry director, one night almost sad white head.

It's cold.

They just bought a continuation of the copyright at a high price. Can't we shoot it? Can the face be smashed?

Heart, pull cool pull cool.

And booksellers have been keen to smell business opportunities, overnight let their staff start to prepare for the new edition, and wait for the content of the last two times to be published!

Bai Chuwei didn't expect that her life was too boring, and her book was pursued by later generations.

”Sobbing -- it stinks.” The snowball lying on the desk suddenly covered her nose and jumped up. She watched with horror as Bai Chuwei was making medicine. ”Laozu Zong, are you doing shit?”

Bai Chuwei jumps over her eyelids, raises her hand and swings it across the air. She takes a picture of the snowball from the balcony on the third floor.