Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1761 - 833: Good Things Also Queue Up Anderson Studying Hard_3

Just as Anderson was about to say goodbye, he suddenly jolted: "I’m here, Boss Yan. Is there anything else you need?"

"Scan that thing into the computer and then send it to my email," Yan Fei directed. "I’ve recently started using email. Make sure to note down my email address...and hurry to send it. Aim for tomorrow morning...oh, wait. Just send it, that’s enough!"

"Alright, alright!" Anderson replied excitedly. "Then my photo, could you also..."

"No way!" Yan Fei rejected without hesitation. "Just wait for me to come there!"

If the photo gets sent from me, what if someone sees it and asks what’s going on? Right now, since we’re crossing over communication lines, it’s certain that many departments are watching these emails coming back and forth to prevent the loss of any secrets!

"Alright, alright!" Anderson nodded helplessly.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Fei was in a good mood: who knew that good things would line up. You reap what you sow, and now the seeds I’ve planted before are starting to bear fruit!

Casually pocketing his phone, he pushed open the door and pounced onto the big bed: "Honey, I’m here!"

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On the other side, Anderson was left holding the phone in a daze. He glanced at the folder on the table, then thought for a moment before dialing a number. After a while, someone came over, took the folder and the paper with the email address on it, and left.

Anderson himself continued to stare into space. It was only after spacing out for a good while that he picked up a book from the table, along with a thick dictionary, and began to seriously read. Though nearly every sentence required him to pore over the dictionary for a long time.

Because the name of the book was "Three Character Classic." There were also two more books beside it, one was "Hundred Family Surnames," and the other "Thousand Character Classic"—a resolute Anderson had long since embarked on this arduous study. He felt that ending up in his current situation was due to not understanding China enough.

If he had understood Chinese culture early on, if he had been more familiar with China, he wouldn’t have done such money-pit behavior with a little bit of playful interest, and then turned himself into a clown!

Let alone engage in such acts, he felt that in this lifetime, it was unlikely he’d ever set foot on that magical and dangerous land— in some stories, even just an old man there could perform Kung Fu like killing a cow through Dashan.

So Anderson went to consult an elderly man he knew but never really got along with, a man quite respected in Chinatown. Humbly, he inquired about the children’s foundational readings of China, deciding to research the mysterious Chinese culture from scratch.

Yes, these three books collectively called "Three Hundred Thousand," were only acquired through that reputable elderly Chinese man’s help!

One must admit, Chinese scholarship truly is vast and profound.

It took Anderson half a month to learn Pinyin and then learn to use dictionaries. Then, prepared with multiple versions of dictionaries, he decided to start reading.

And then he discovered that these children’s foundational readings were still too difficult for him.

Although he could look up annotations for each character using the dictionary, when piecing them into short sentences, none were dictionary meanings anymore.

Luckily, there were annotations at the back of the book...but with just a few characters, the annotations would take up half a page. Even more frustrating, understanding the annotations wasn’t easy. Anyway, with Anderson’s tireless efforts, the newly bought dictionary was almost worn out!

Life is so tough; the sea of learning is boundless, bitterly forging on!

No wonder Chinese people here study with the saying "head hanging from beams, stabbing the thigh with awl!" fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Anderson looked at the ceiling lacking any beam to ’hang,’ pondered a bit, then opened the drawer.

He contemplated deeply while looking at the dagger lying quietly inside, his cherished piece with a delicately savage handle, a blade carrying a dangerous curve and mysterious patterns, said to be from the ancient Persian Dynasty...

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