"A philosophy book."

"philosophy?"

Lin Yuanjun's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

But his good physical and mental qualities allowed him to calm down very quickly.

"Are you sure this is The Social Contract?"

"I'm sure. If you don't believe me, you can take this instruction manual to Ancheng University and ask a professor of the relevant major to verify it."

After a pause, she added, "It's best to find an experienced professor who has studied abroad."

"They would definitely give the same answer as me."

Hearing her words, Lin Yuanjun's blood rushed to his head, his head ached, and his eyes turned red.

This is a congestion phenomenon caused by excessive emotional fluctuations.

She asked worriedly, "Uncle, are you okay?"

This can't be good, and it won't get better.

But things haven't taken a turn for the worst, there's still hope.

"Xiao Jian, can you help me translate this?"

Jian Yuelan was helpless. "Yes, but even if I translate it, it won't be useful for repairing machinery."

"Don't worry about that. Just help me translate first. I'll be of use later."

He has to conduct a thorough check on the people who purchase the machines. For such a valuable item, he has to give them many instructions before they leave to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Now look what happened. They even brought back a fake instruction manual.

This is simply outrageous.

"good."

So, Jian Yuelan, who originally came to purchase fabrics, acted as a temporary translator.

The instruction manual is only three pages long, and there is not much content on it, so it is not difficult to translate.

Jian Yuelan couldn't understand what the people who purchased the machines were doing.

It's obvious that such a small amount of content is not right. Which large machine's manual would contain only this little content?