"Name?"
"Lin Nianhe."
"Age?"
"Eighteen."
"Place of origin?"
"Beijing."
"Be more specific! Which street?"
"I'm afraid if I tell you, it might scare you to death."
"Ha! Come on, try to scare me!"
"No.1 Building, Eight Great Places."
"…!"
"See, I really scared you, didn't I? I didn't want to say it, but you insisted. Don't blame me if you get too frightened."
Lin Nianhe sat on a chair, legs crossed, shaking his foot as if watching a play.
The two subordinates of Shi Chengkun across from him didn't look too good, coughing and clearing their throats. It took a while before they managed to pull themselves together and slammed the table at Lin Nianhe: "No matter where you're from, why are you hoarding nearly a hundred of these bad books?"
Lin Nianhe glanced at the two, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "With all due respect, your authority does not qualify you to question the origins of these books."
