Chapter 163: Have You Been Hacked?

Bai Chuwei fed the old man a pill and had someone carry him out.

Zhao Guangming, despite his age of over seventy, was someone Bai Hongguang and Liu Man, husband and wife, could not afford to have an accident in their home. Fearing responsibility, they sent him straight to the hospital while he was still half-asleep.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The emergency room doctor saw Zhao Guangming clinging tightly to a book, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, the old man shot up, sitting bolt upright, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at the book in his hands.

He took a cell phone and dialed a number shakily.

“Professor Zhao, your students have been asking where you’ve been these past few days. You still have many classes to teach, you know. The holiday is over tomorrow, so hurry back to teach!”

Zhao Guangming muttered to himself, “Teach classes now? I’m not going back.”

Chancellor of Imperial Capital University: “???”

Not going back?

Professor Zhao, do you realize there are over a thousand students hungrily awaiting your return for class?

Zhao Guangming hung up the call decisively and immediately contacted a series of friends in Haicheng City who were experts in calligraphy, archaeology, and cultural heritage management.

Zhao Guangming had an extensive network of friends; his WeChat group was filled with industry contacts.

While these old pals were still chatting about their grandchildren, Zhao Guangming sent out a message that shocked the entire group.

[Calligraphy Zhao Guangming: I may have found the original manuscript of “Records of the Mountain Moon.”]

[Traditional Painting Old Li: ?? Did your account get hacked?]

[Go Huang Tianhua: ?? Old Zhao, have you had too much to drink?]

…

A unanimous “???” filled the WeChat group, followed by Zhao Guangming’s cold snicker.

China’s classical culture circle was about to be shaken.

You go on with your question marks, as if you’re the ones hacked!

That evening, a group of big shots from the circles showed up at Haicheng City People’s Hospital. Each of these individuals held significant sway in China’s cultural circles, startling the sleepy hospital director into thinking some V.I.P. patient had arrived!

However, the hospital ward was tightly sealed; even the bald director could only vaguely hear exclamations from inside, and people shouting “Don’t faint” and “Steady”!

Journalists, the most adept at sniffing out news, quickly got wind from their hospital contacts, and culture scene bigwigs from not only Haicheng City but surrounding cities were rushing over!

A major announcement that would shock all of China had surely been born.

Even though they were stopped by security guards, several disguised reporters managed to sneak in.

Zhao Guangming’s eyes were red; he exhaled a thick turbid breath, “So can we confirm the authenticity of the seal on it?”

The scholarly expert beside him pushed up his reading glasses, “Almost certainly.”

If the seal was authentic, then this was ninety percent likely to be the manuscript!

Zhao Guangming’s gloved hands carefully turned to the last few pages, tears of excitement streaming down his face: “Here are some chapters that were never published!”

The “Records of the Mountain Moon” available in the market comprised thirty-six chapters, reaching a climax and then abruptly ending.

Yet, the manuscript in their hands went on to thirty-eight chapters!

This book was written by Bai Chuwei over two hundred years ago. It was just that the old Emperor of that time fell critically ill, so she went back to the Imperial Capital to visit him, and afterwards, simply left the book and was too lazy to continue writing it, thus leaving the eunuchs with an unfinished tale for over two centuries.

The Emperor’s demise resulted in the last two chapters never being published.

A reporter disguised as a nurse overheard the conversation of the cultural moguls and almost fainted with excitement.

Damn—!!

Absolute breaking news!