Age: My Small World

Life at home was rather uneventful.

Now that Yang Jun has settled down at the museum, his job is basically stable, and he no longer needs to mentor people like he did at the planning bureau.

This is quite in line with his personality. He is someone who is easygoing and content with whatever comes his way. These days, with no one to bother him, he is quite relaxed and happy to enjoy them.

But on this day, the curator seemed to finally remember him.

"Director, is there something you need?"

The curator's office is actually his studio. He also holds another important position, so in addition to managing the museum's affairs, he also has to take time to handle other matters, so he can't be distracted.

However, his focus was still on the museum, and he was extremely proactive and efficient in his work, not at all like a man in his sixties.

"Comrade Yang Jun, you've been at the museum for so long, how's the work on classical documents going?"

He has always attached great importance to the organization and preservation of classical documents. Yang Jun often came to check on the situation during the work process. If he hadn't seen Yang Jun's professional skills, he wouldn't have dared to completely trust this young man to take on such an important task.

"Most of the documents that were not previously organized have been almost completely organized."

Yang Jun thought for a moment and then answered.

Actually, given his speed, he would have finished all these things long ago. Recently, he has been studying classical literature diligently, and it's not a bad thing to learn more about classical texts.

Wu Shaoyou nodded in satisfaction: "I naturally acknowledge your expertise, and it's no wonder your teacher said you've surpassed your teacher."

Yang Jun knew that the teacher Wu was talking about was Shen Tang.

He quickly laughed and said, "How could that be? I've only learned a little bit of your knowledge, teacher. I still have a long way to go."

Wu Shaoyou waved his hand: "You don't need to belittle yourself. I know Shen Tang. The people he praises are never ignorant."

"Now that you have finished organizing the documents, you can search for any other ancient documents and books in the future."

Wu Shaoyou sighed, “Although our museum is large, we still lack too many classical documents. Over the past five thousand years, the documents left by the ancients are far more than just this little bit. This is probably just the tip of the iceberg. There are probably many more documents in ordinary people’s homes. It would be a real pity if they were to take them away at will to start fires or sell them. You should pay more attention to this kind of news, especially to department stores and antique shops.”

"Understood, Director. I will keep a close eye on it."

It seems the curator is truly dedicated to protecting ancient books, and the way he looks so distressed shows his sincerity.

Perhaps it is this deep sense of compassion that led to the summary of five key steps in cultural relic protection.

"Also, you should hire an assistant. That way, you can delegate the rest of the work to the assistant, and you can just focus on carefully copying the documents."

Reproducing documents is also an important part of his work, and the museum receives a lot of ancient books every day. At the speed at which Yang Jun reproduces them, he probably won't have time to organize the documents at all, so an assistant is also very necessary.

This is why other researchers are required to have assistants.

Assistants are not considered formal staff members of the museum, but there is a chance of becoming a full-time employee, although the probability is not high.

Even so, this job is still considered highly sought after.

Wu Shaoyou entrusted Yang Jun with the entire task of recruiting assistants, which ultimately showed his trust in Yang Jun and allowed him to choose someone suitable for him.

After leaving the curator's office, Yang Jun pondered whether there was a suitable candidate.

And sure enough, it actually gave him an idea.

Beijing Railway Station.

A young girl with mixed-race features stepped off the platform, carrying a package on her back, and onto the legendary land of Beijing. At this moment, the unease in the girl's eyes intensified.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable when first arriving in an unfamiliar environment, let alone a girl who had never even traveled far before.

Even so, she took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and then left the station without saying a word.

Walking on the bustling streets of Beijing, Ayili felt somewhat lost.

"Brother Yang, where should I look for you?"

the other side.

Yang Jun mailed the letter he had written, hoping that Ayili would receive it smoothly.

He was deeply impressed by the girl, so he specially invited her to work in the capital. This assistant doesn't need to have a high level of education, and he can handle most of the work himself. Hiring an assistant is enough; he just needs to help her out.

So he immediately thought of this girl who refused to accept her fate, and she happened to be of working age.

It's unlikely that she could possibly complete her high school studies at home and then take the college entrance exam, so Yang Jun gave her another chance.

Little did they know, the girl had already arrived in the capital.

When Yang Jun got off work, to his surprise, there was someone waiting for him at the door.

"Hello, are you Comrade Yang Jun?"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and sporting a slicked-back, side-parted hairstyle asked impatiently.

"Um, I'm Yang Jun, and you are?"

Yang Jun didn't think the person in front of him was a spy or anything like that, because he scanned the person immediately and found that there was no weapon on him at all.

"Hello, I am Ning Weisheng. I believe Comrade Yang Jun will remember me, right?"

Sure enough, Yang Jun did remember Ning Weisheng; it was Teacher Shen who had personally introduced him to him.

"So you're Mr. Ning, a friend of Professor Shen. I wonder if you need something from me?"

Ning Weisheng glanced at the people who kept coming out of the museum and smiled slightly, "How about we talk somewhere else?"

"also."

Yang Jun has no objection.

However, he already had a rough idea of ​​what Editor Ning wanted to see him about.

Sure enough, at a tea stall by the roadside, Ning Weisheng ordered two bowls of tea and then got straight to the point with Yang Jun.

"Comrade Yang Jun, I won't beat around the bush. The reason I've come to you this time is to ask you to continue writing."

Heaven knows how many times he searched over the past two weeks before finally finding out where Yang Jun worked. Ning Weisheng genuinely wanted Yang Jun to continue writing.

Yang Jun immediately shook his head: "Mr. Ning, I'm not afraid to tell you, I've already retired from this life."

Hearing this, Ning Weisheng's eyes darkened. Although "washing one's hands of the pen" is a slang term, its meaning is quite clear. This young man, who looks to be only in his early twenties, is actually going to retire from writing. He's only twenty years old, how come he's acting like an old man?

"No, Comrade Yang Jun, you can't stop writing! I know your talent very well. If you really had to stop, it would be a huge loss to the world of fiction..." To persuade Yang Jun, Ning Weisheng almost exclaimed that he was a once-in-a-lifetime genius of fiction. (End of Chapter)