Three hundred and eighty yuan, the little comrades of the Cultural Affairs Bureau are not unable to take it out, and they can even pay for the tickets for everyone present.

But this price is obviously beyond the normal range, isn't it clear that you want to rip off customers?

"You, it's unreasonable!"

"Love to buy, don't buy away."

The girl in the school uniform snorted, still going her own way.

Everyone looked at each other, and there was nothing they could do with this girl for a while, after all, they couldn't be strong.

At this moment, the old man who guarded the door finally noticed that something was wrong.

Although everyone came by bus, they all had extraordinary bearing, and they were obviously not ordinary tourists.

And this minibus is not an ordinary minibus, but a Toyota Coaster with a white license plate, a business minibus commonly used by the administration.

"Eh, don't mess around."

The old man held a pu fan and ran quickly from the security booth.

"Don't be surprised, Miao Miao is not sensible."

"How old are these, children?"

Compared with Qi Feng's connivance with young girls, the attitude of the little comrades of the Cultural Affairs Bureau is obviously more radical.

The girl in the school uniform frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "Lao Li, just these people, why are you so polite?" ”

"What do you say? Do you know our ......?"

The little comrade was about to say something, but was interrupted by Qi Feng waving his hand.

Comrade Zhao, who was accompanying him, also shook his head and motioned for the little comrade to stop here.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

The little comrade looked slightly stiff and hurriedly retreated to the back.

Qi Feng turned his head to look at the girl in the school uniform, and asked with a smile, "Little girl, can the ticket price be cheaper?" ”

The girl in the school uniform clasped her hands to her chest, looked back at Qi Feng, and muttered: "Look at how handsome you are, even if it is two hundred, no, ninety-eight is fine." ”

Just when she thought that Qi Feng would bargain, Qi Feng took out his mobile phone and paid for everyone happily.

Counting Qi Feng himself, a group of five people, the ticket price is 500 yuan.

Is it really there?

Looking at the extra few hundred yuan on her mobile phone, the girl in the school uniform suddenly blossomed, holding the mobile phone and laughing.

The little comrade's face was not very good-looking, and he muttered to his companion: "It is unheard of for a museum ticket to be operated like this, and I don't know why Mr. Qi wants this girl." ”

"Hey, at least this girl didn't mean to make things difficult, she just wanted to charge more for tickets, and there was a reason to talk about it."

"We have something to do, so why bother with a child."

The companion smiled helplessly, and agreed with Qi Feng's approach.

"This, too."

The little comrade was speechless for a moment, and it seemed that his heart was not calm enough.

"Can we go in?"

"Whatever you want."

The girl in the school uniform ignored the crowd and ran back with a smile on her phone.

Comrade Zhao walked up and smiled gently at the old man: "Hello, we are the team members in charge of the cultural relics and culture promotion plan in the province. ”

"Okay, everyone, please come in."

The old man is old, and he doesn't know the official positions of everyone, so he can only call him the master for a while.

Qi Feng and his party couldn't help laughing, and followed the old man to the museum.

"Research?"

Hearing these words, Shen Miaomiao, who had not gone far, suddenly became petrified.

She swallowed her saliva and wanted to turn around to apologize and greet her, but looking at the hundreds of dollars in her mobile phone, she was embarrassed to turn around and go back.

The old man smiled all the way and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, gentlemen, our museum is a little difficult in terms of economy, and there are few people, so we can't receive you well." ”

Counting him and Shen Miaomiao, there are only four people in the entire museum, and they can't greet each other with normal ceremonies at all.

"It's okay, understandable."

Comrade Zhao waved his hand and didn't care.

"By the way, the girl at the door is ......"

"Oh, her name is Shen Miaomiao, the granddaughter of our curator, don't blame you, the museum has been really poor in recent years, and Miaomiao just wants to charge more money when there are tourists."

The group looked at each other, and their feelings were quite complicated.

A dignified museum, but it has been reduced to this?

According to the old man, the fee standard in the museum is actually only 19 yuan per person, and it is directly free for those under 14 years old.

However, the location of the Yuping Museum is remote and unknown, and sometimes there is not a single visitor a day, and most of the children from the nearby elementary and junior high schools come to play.

Most museums operate at a loss, and this is especially true of such small private museums, which may not earn more than 3,000 yuan a month if you look at the income from admission alone.

That's why Shen Miaomiao wanted to charge more money for tickets privately, so that she and her grandfather could live a better life.

And she doesn't really have to charge 381 people, but depends on the attitude of tourists, and usually charges dozens of yuan per person.

Over the years, in order to insist on the dream of promoting historical relics in his hometown and opening a museum, the curator has been burning the old money he earned by running a garment factory.

When he couldn't hold on, the curator also went to the local county magistrate and wanted to donate the museum free of charge so that the state could run the museum.

But how can the county pay money to operate such a project that cannot be developed and is not conducive to people's livelihood.

Promoting history and culture and beautifying the cityscape is certainly a good thing, but it also requires capital.

The construction of museums is not within the reach of a small county town like Yuping.

In order not to let his hard work and dreams be burned, the curator can only carry it all these years, and finally wait for the national promotion plan in the near future.

Comrade Zhao Lao looked at the construction of the museum in Hanqi and sighed lightly: "Mr. Qi, do you think it is possible for this place to develop?" ”

Qi Feng also looked around, and was silent for a while.

With such a geographical location and such an original construction, even if the state spends a lot of money to fund it, it will probably only lose money like crazy, right?

Qi Feng once went to the Qingzhou Museum, which is also a county-level museum, although it is also in the fifth-tier county, but the other party has developed into a national first-class museum, which is a world of difference compared to the Yuping Museum.

The three young comrades of the Cultural Affairs Bureau were secretly disgusted, and it was the first time they had seen such a shabby museum.

There are still many museums in Haiqing City, so they should hurry up and leave, it is a waste of time to stay here.

"Here, this is our curator."

Before he could reach the inside of the museum, the old man stopped and led everyone to a stall that resembled a commissary.

Inside the stall, there was a white-haired old man with old clothes and an older age lying on his back.

"Oh, Mayor Zhao, why did you get there?"

The white-haired old man was startled and hurriedly sat up from the rocking chair.

Didn't he let Shen Miaomiao greet him at the door? Why is there no notification at all?

Seeing this, even Qi Feng couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

The head of a hall actually sits here to run a commissary?

Shen Miaomiao, who was hiding behind the tree behind, was also shocked, and her frightened soul was gone.

Damn, Mayor, that's too exaggerated, isn't it?

She only knew that there were big people who were coming to inspect, but she didn't know who they were.