"Nine Yin Manual?
"Nine Yang Manual?
"Shaolin's Seventy-Two Supreme Moves?"
Jiang He had arrived at the photocopy shop of the village around four in the afternoon.
Madam Wang, the lady owner of the shop's usually lively face was full of surprise, and she was staring at Jiang He with the concern one would give to a moron. "Why would you print this stuff, Xiao Jiang?"
After all, everyone living in the village knew each other.
Although Madam Wang's joint was called a 'photocopy shop', it was actually a shopping mart with a photocopier in it, making things convenient for the villagers while earning Madam Wang some side income.
Jiang He smiled and said, "Madam Wang, just print it for me. It's not like I won't pay you."
Since he had put it that way, the lady owner had nothing to say in return and promptly printed the manuals from the web.
Meanwhile, Jiang He stood at the door, watching as cars zoomed by outside.
