Especially when Zhang Feng saw them copying the notes, he was also thinking.
If I make another notebook myself, using overclocked resonance fine-tuning, and strive to write it exactly the same.
Then, sell this book to a wealthy buyer.
At that time, which is real, the one in the Extraordinary Museum or the one in the wealthy buyer's hands?
Returning to reality, feeling relaxed.
Zhang Feng just loves to let his mind wander, thinking about things that can relax him.
But doing so, even though nothing happens to me, the museum and a whole bunch of people including the wealthy buyer would have to undergo interrogation and investigation.
Although fun, they would certainly not find it amusing.
"President Zhang, the information transcription is complete."
While Zhang Feng subconsciously resonated with new neural pathways, letting his mind wander.
Old Liu closed the notebook and handed it back to Zhang Feng,
"Your notebook."
