The next morning, after John had some breakfast, he and Dinie drove to the Metropolitan Museum.

It was exactly ten o'clock when he arrived at the museum, and it was not yet lunchtime, when John met with Director Montibello in the director's office.

"Hello little boss, welcome to the museum, it's an honor to meet you. Montibello stood in front of John and bowed respectfully.

The Morgan family was one of the builders of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and JP Morgan was the first chairman of the board of directors of the Metropolitan Museum.

"Curator Montibello, who gave you permission to cancel your tickets?"

It is said that he does not hit the smiling face person, but John does not play cards according to common sense at all, and he will be difficult as soon as he comes up.

"Uh...... This is a mini-boss with the approval of the board. Montibello felt bad in his heart.

"Since JP Morgan's death, the Morgan family has let you manage, but letting go is not for you to be presumptuous, and you don't report such a big thing as canceling tickets, I think you have completely forgotten who the manager of this museum is!" John's tone was calm, no rage, no roar, but it made Montibello tremble and chill when he heard it.

The Morgan family hadn't asked about the museum for 84 years, and everyone thought that the Morgan family had left the museum behind, but who knew that John would suddenly come today.

"Little boss! We definitely don't dare to forget the Morgan family, we are just afraid that we will disturb the big boss, so we didn't ask for instructions. Montibello hurriedly explained, although he really forgot in his heart, he never dared to admit it, and it would be a big problem to admit it.

"In the future, when you encounter a major event report, the Morgan family is not afraid to disturb, don't forget your identity, I hope you will remember what I said today. John looked at Montibello coldly, and saw that Montibello was sweating coldly.

"Yes, I remember. Montibello wiped the sweat from his forehead, and even though John was sitting far away in the chair, he still felt that John was putting a lot of pressure on him.

"Okay, just remember. John nodded slightly, and at the same time stretched out three fingers to look at Montibello and said: "Give you three days to restore the ticket, the ticket price is as much as it should be, except for children, understand?." And immediately cancel all the mess and concerts, the Metropolitan Museum is a place built to store the natural and human cultural heritage, a place to let American citizens know the history of human civilization, this is sacrosanct, not a place to hold balls for you, for you to walk the catwalk, for you to listen to music. If you want to hold a ball and go to the hotel, if you want to go to the exhibition hall on the catwalk, if you want to listen to classical music and go to the theater, if you want to go to the art museum, this is not the place for you to put B, don't think that you are a high-class person with a dress on your body. ”

The more John spoke, the more angry he became, and finally he looked at Deni and commanded loudly: "Dinie, let someone make me a sculpture of Ares with long hair in his hand and put it at the entrance of the museum, and whoever dares to dance in the museum in the future, I will chop off his dog's head and stick it in the long hair." ”

"All right, boss!" said Dani, who was the angiest she had ever seen John, and she didn't dare to disagree at this time.

"Montibello, did you hear me clearly?" John turned his head to look at Montibello sharply.

"Listen...... Heard clearly. Montibello nodded quickly, not bothering to wipe the cold sweat that broke out from his forehead.

"But the little boss, I ...... I don't think it's a good idea to charge tickets, because the Met is a world-class museum and should be open to everyone, not just those who can afford it. "Pay as you like" is a principle, a pride, an attitude, just like we have the Statue of Liberty, it's a symbol, it's a lighthouse. Although Montibello was afraid of John, he had the audacity to advise John not to cancel the casual payment policy and make the Met accessible to everyone.

But John's face darkened when he heard his words: "Are you stupid to study academics, and you are a symbol and a lighthouse!" When the museum can't cover its expenses and closes its doors because of a huge deficit, then it's really a pride of the United States, do you know how much the museum spends a year on operation? What is the annual income of the museum? Don't you all need a salary? If you take the lead in working for the museum for free without pay, I can immediately promise you that you will fund the museum with $300 million a year, the question is can you do it? Can all the staff in the museum do it? Talk to me about nobility and art! You first return the money in your pocket to the museum to talk, or you will shut up for me!"

John looked at Montibello viciously, people who are engaged in art academic research have a naïve brain, and they never think rationally, the Metropolitan Museum has an operating fee of more than 300 million a year, and it has to rely on government funding to survive every year, and it has reached the point of lying on the government to suck the people's fat and ointment, and talk about nobility, which is really ridiculous.

John was very disgusted by people who were both bitches and archways.

"I don't think you're suitable to be the director of the Metropolitan Museum, you better go home and study academic issues!" The more John looked at Montibello, the more annoying he felt, scholars misled the country, they are only suitable for reading and researching academics, so John didn't do anything and fired Montibello directly.

"You are not qualified to fire me, I was appointed by the board of directors. Montibe suddenly panicked. The director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art is a respectable, enviable, high-paying position that he is reluctant to lose.

"It's true that you were appointed by the board of directors, but 65% of the directors were appointed by me, so at the Metropolitan Museum I have the final say, now immediately pack your things and get out of here... Go out... Go ......!" as soon as John's voice fell, the two agents around him immediately put Montibello out of the house.

"Tell everybody that if anyone dares to offer Montibello a job, publish his academic articles, fund him, help him, I can't get along with anyone.

I want to see how noble he is, and I want to see if he ends up on his knees begging to survive, or if he jumps himself with a shot to save himself some dignity. ”

John could have made people kill Montibello immediately, but he didn't, he wanted to boil the frog in warm water, let Montibello go to despair little by little, and finally die or sink in despair, this is the most cruel way to destroy a person, without seeing a little hope, swallowed up by darkness little by little, until he dies.

"Okay, boss!" Daini nodded and was ready to carry out John's orders later, she would not mourn for Montibello, let alone pity Montibello.

Since this guy dares to roar in front of John, he should have the consciousness of death, not to mention that he is such a museum director of sesame mung beans, the mayor of New York, the governor of California, the director of the NSA, the head of the armed forces, the secretary of defense, and the president...... Which of these people is not older than him, and which one is not ruthless, but who dares to roar in front of John, let alone roar, it is impossible to even speak out loud, and who is not submissive and respectful. And the group of people at the Metropolitan Museum have been separated from the Morgan family for too long, and 84 years is enough for them to forget about the Morgan family completely, so Daini doesn't mind killing chickens and monkeys to let this group know what awe is.