0525 First round meeting

"Your Excellency, wait a minute!"

The administrator hurriedly called out to Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng is wearing a British suit, and the material of his clothes is good at first glance, and he is particularly elegant. After all, it is a magic weapon transformation of clothes, so do you need to talk about the quality?

In a gentleman's country, nothing matters, the most important thing is quality!

You can be without money, but you can't be without taste!

And Luo Sheng's clothes are also one of the conditions for the administrator to keep him.

"What are you doing, you bastard who humiliates me!"

Luo Sheng opened his mouth to speak, and what came out of his mouth was fluent English.

Of course, he doesn't know English, and the pronunciation part is done by No. 5, and it is just spoken through Rasen's mouth.

"Your Excellency, can I take a look at your antiques?"

The administrator couldn't help but ask.

"Do you keep your antiques with you, idiot!"

Luo Sheng scolded in fluent English.

"Photos are fine. ”

"Why should I show you this idiot!

Luo Sheng did not relent.

"Your Excellency, I beg your pardon, but it's the rule. ”

The administrator bent down slightly at Luo Sheng, "Please understand, if what you take out is really a thousand-year-old antique, I will definitely apologize to you!"

"Good!"

Only then did Luo Sheng stop his steps, he stopped in front of the door, and reached out and took out a film photo from his pocket. The antiques in the photo are Zhenshan River!

The sword of Zhenshanhe has been around for thousands of years, but if you only look at it from the outside, it is difficult to see any signs.

The administrator took the photo, looked at it for a long time, and finally laughed.

"It's just a new sword, friend, you're exaggerating. ”

"Hehe, guy who doesn't know how to do it. ”

Luo Sheng's face was full of ridicule and laughed, "Then goodbye!"

He didn't say much, turned and went out the door.

After Luo Sheng went out, he took a taxi and lived in a private apartment not far away. This private apartment was rented by Luo Sheng temporarily, and the rent of the apartment was expensive, but for Luo Sheng, it was not a problem.

The reason why I stayed here was for fishing. He believed that it would not be long before the gang would come to his door. There is still a lot of time, and Luo Sheng is patient.

The Sun Museum closes at 8 p.m. every night, and at 7 to 8 p.m., the caretaker reports to the curator on the day's work, as usual. The curator was a fifty-year-old gentleman, gray-haired, emaciated, dressed in a crisp gray suit with a soft vest, limited to a gentleman's demeanor.

He was now wearing monocles and sitting behind a European-style desk, flipping through papers with one hand and tapping his pipe lightly with the other.

"Curator, this is today's work report. ”

The administrator recounted the boring work content, and he felt a little bored.

He stared at the curator's position with a hint of longing in his eyes. Sooner or later, the person sitting in that position will be me.

"Your greed is too obvious. ”

The curator didn't raise his head, and came out with such a sentence.

"Sorry, sorry......"

The administrator was startled, and he hurriedly explained, "I just...... I don't really like this boring job. ”

"Working with antiques is a unique pleasure. ”

The curator told him, "Behind every antique, there is a fascinating story." ”

"But there's nothing new lately. ”

The Administrator shrugged his shoulders, "It's ridiculous that there was an idiot with a fake antique today who wanted to fool my eyes. ”

"What kind of antique is a counterfeit antique?"

"Worthless, sir. ”

"Don't you understand what I mean, kid?"

"It's a sword, sir. ”

"What kind of sword?"

"There is a photo. ”

"Where?"

"I ...... Threw ......"

"Find out, my child. ”

The curator said very gently.

"But ......"

"Find out. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The Administrator didn't dare to provoke the Curator, who seemed to be mild-mannered, but he had a very strong wrist. I provoked him, so is it okay?

He hurried out of the director's room and hurried to the garbage bin in a corner of the museum, rummaging through it.

But the garbage had already been collected, and he immediately rushed to the large garbage bin outside the door. A well-dressed and personable man rummaged through this stinking garbage can. The stench was so indescribable that it almost made him faint. He hated himself a little bit, how could he tell the curator about this?

The Administrator endured the stench and finally found the film photograph in a pile of scraps of paper.

"Thank God. ”

The caretaker picks up the photo as if it were a treasure. He rushed back to the curator's office with a foul smell and dust.

"Sir, I found it, sir!"

The administrator rushed into the office, but the curator frowned.

"Go back, take a shower, change your clothes, and come back to me. ”

"Ah, that's ...... picture"

"When you're done, give it to me again. ”

"Okay, okay......"

Knowing that the curator had a strange temper, the administrator had no choice but to put the photo in his pocket and walk out stupidly.

"Also, don't forget to knock on the door. ”

"Yes, sir......"

By the time the caretaker returned, he had already changed into a clean suit and had a new hairstyle. He knocked on the door and entered, and saw that the curator finally had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Yes, son, this is like a gentleman. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. ”

The caretaker handed over the photo, and the curator held it up in front of him and looked at it carefully.

The administrator actually can't figure it out, isn't it just a sword, what's beautiful and worthless.

But what surprised him was that a different color slowly appeared on the curator's serious face.

"Is something wrong, sir?"

"I was thinking that maybe you really weren't the right fit for the job. ”

The curator's eyes never took off the photograph, as if his gaze was hooked by the photograph.

"First, sir?"

The administrator feels like things are getting worse.

"You almost caused my museum a huge loss. ”

The curator's words made his heart tremble, "Kid, you've been expelled. ”

"But, but, sir......"

"Want to keep your job?"

The curator finally glanced at him, but only at once.

"Or, bring the owner of the photo. Or, leave my museum. ”

"Yes, sir!"

The work in the museum is boring, but the pay is not low. And if he persists for a few more years, he will probably become the next curator here!

That's right, I'm going to become a curator! Before that, no matter what kind of hardship I have, I will bear it!

Early the next morning, there was a knock on Luo Sheng's door.

He broke away from his meditative state, changed into a British suit, and walked to the first floor with a civilized stick, and opened the door.

"You're you again?"

Looking at the respectful administrator, Luo Sheng pretended to be angry and was about to close the door with a wave of his hand.

"Wait, please!"

The Administrator hurriedly begged in a low voice, "Our Curator wants to see you, sir!"

"What are you doing with me? ”

Luo Sheng directly refused.

"Please enjoy the light!"

The Administrator bowed deeply, "I apologize to you for the offense!"

"Hmph. ”

Luo Sheng leaned on the civilization stick and looked at the administrator, "Okay, I can give you a chance." ”

"Thank you so much!"

The administrator was grateful to Dade and almost shed tears of emotion.

"The car is outside, I'll take you to the museum!"

"Well, let's go. ”

"This ...... Your Antique ...... Can you bring it?"

Luo Sheng leaned against the door, looking the administrator up and down.

"Sir, you ......"

The administrator was a little nervous, would he carry such a valuable thing?

"It's fine. ”

Luo Sheng finally agreed, and the administrator breathed a sigh of relief.

That's fine, it's half done! That way, you won't be fired!

"Wait for me here. ”

Luo Sheng said, closed the door, turned around and went back to the room.

The administrator obediently waited outside the door for a long time, and after half an hour, Luo Sheng finally walked out slowly holding the box wrapped in cowhide.

"I'll help you ......"

The administrator smiled and reached out to pick it up, but was pushed away by Luo Sheng.

"You're not qualified to touch it. ”

"Yes, yes......"

How dare the administrator say nothing, although he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, he still had to smile on his face. is the so-called smiling Xixi on her face, and her mother sells batches in her heart.

He opened the door of his Beetle and let Rasheng sit inside. Along the way, Luo Sheng held the box tightly and never let go of it for half a second. This made the administrator even more convinced, baby, definitely baby. However, why did he donate such a valuable treasure to the Sun Museum?

The administrator couldn't figure it out, these people had very strange tempers and didn't know what they were thinking. But it wasn't his turn to think about it, so he drove the car and sent the gentleman to the other.

It's a road that I walk every day, and this time I don't know why, it feels particularly long.

When the people were finally sent to the museum, the administrators were completely relieved. In any case, the job is saved. As for whether this donation can be completed or not, he doesn't care.

There is only one thing he cares about, and that is his mortgage, his car loan.

"Hello, I'm the curator of the Sun Museum, you can call me Robert. ”

After entering the office, the curator immediately stood up and took the initiative to shake hands with Luo Sheng.

"My name is Hans. ”

Luo Sheng casually made up a name.

"You may be seated, please be seated. ”

The curator invited Luo Sheng to sit on the sofa for the guests. The curator's office is also very classically furnished, and the two sofas are also royal style, representing the style of the owner of the room.

"Two cups of black tea. ”

The curator said to the caretaker as if he were commanding a waiter.

"Yes, gentlemen, please wait. ”

The administrator poured tea upside down, and the curator looked at Luo Sheng, and was not in a hurry to ask about antiques, but talked about homely things.

"What do you do, Mr. Hans?"

"Don't do anything, I have my own estate. ”

Luo Sheng said casually, "It's not big, but it's my taste." ”