Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 113 The security guard’s identity change and the curator’s expectations!
"That guy is a good guy. He is a buddy worth making friends with."

"Come on, you just had dinner together and complained about each other's girlfriends. Is this enough to tell you that you can have a deep relationship with each other?"

"You'll know when you have a girlfriend. By the way, weren't you pursuing Rebecca, the tour guide at the front desk? Why are you quiet again?"

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On the way to the museum, Teddy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a sudden change of expression. After struggling for a while, he finally spoke with a hint of embarrassment in his voice: "We actually got along pretty well. I even went to her house for coffee once, but I feel like it's not appropriate for me to be with her."

Hearing this, Rango immediately said with contempt: "Come on, you just don't want to give up the whole forest for a tree. I thought you had changed your ways and wanted to find a girlfriend to settle down, but it turned out to be another One Night Sex."

"Hey, this can't all be blamed on me. You can only blame... OK, I'll tell you if you want to hear it."

Teddy lit a cigarette and said with a sad face: "I bought a suit specially for visiting his home that day. I dressed the most handsomely ever."

"It went smoothly afterwards, we shared a bottle of red wine and then we started kissing on the sofa while chatting."

"After a while, the battlefield moved from the sofa to the bed. Everything was going well until then, but..."

"Halfway through, Rebecca suddenly asked me to take off the ring, saying she was feeling unwell."

Rango shrugged and said, "Wearing a ring does make people feel uncomfortable, wait."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Teddy's palm, where the other four fingers except the thumb were knitted together, "Was it really a ring that went in at that time?"

"call"

Teddy took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled slowly, and said in a distressed tone: "Actually, it was my belt that hurt her at that time."

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Rango nodded silently, then said seriously: "I never want to hear your love story again."

Outside the museum.

After signaling McQueen to find a parking spot and not to have a party during the day, Rango took Teddy into the museum which had not yet been renovated.

The curator called him early in the morning to inform him to come to the museum. Judging from his tone on the phone, it must be something very important.

After entering the museum, Teddy immediately hopped away from the service desk not far away, but was seen by Rebecca behind him.

"Teddy—"

This mature female tour guide in her forties was dressed very gorgeously today. She made a stunning appearance in a bright red long skirt matched with dark stockings. Her chest line was vaguely revealed, which made people fantasize about it. Her face was covered with unprecedented heavy makeup.

It’s true, she looks like she exudes the charm of a mature woman.

She called softly, her eyes full of tenderness and expectation, "I have booked movie tickets for tonight's late night show, and also bought some 'toys' that you like. Wait for me at home tonight, I will pick you up."

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Teddy looked at Rebecca who was almost in front of him, and immediately looked around for help, but Rango, who was originally beside him, had disappeared.

Ding--!
The elevator door opened, and Rangoshun looked over the railing to the downstairs.

There, Teddy was being held in Rebecca's arms and being beaten up, and it looked like she almost pulled out his battery.

"Belt? Hahaha."

Thinking of what Teddy had just said, Rango shook his head in amusement, knocked on the door of the director's office, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

Inside the office, the curator was sitting behind a desk, flipping through an ancient book from an unknown era. But the difference from the past was that this time, a woman the size of a finger was sitting on his shoulder, swinging her legs as she discussed with him the various events recorded in the book.

"Director?" Rango called softly to the loving couple.

"Now that you're here, find a place to sit first." The curator's attention was entirely on the ancient books in front of him, and he spoke to him without even raising his head.

Rango didn't care and casually pulled a chair to sit opposite him.

After the trip to the mysterious island, his already good relationship with the curator became even closer.

But strictly speaking, I didn't provide any help to the curator on the mysterious island. Even when he was desperate in the final pursuit, it was Captain Nemo and his Nautilus who came out to save him.

I arrived when he was completely safe, and Rango couldn't understand why he was so grateful to me.

After about ten minutes, the curator looked at Rango who seemed a little impatient, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "You should cultivate your patience. You are so young, why are you so impatient?"

"It's just because of your age that you're in a hurry."

Rango smiled and then asked directly: "What happened? Don't tell me that you suddenly want to go on an adventure and are in need of a bodyguard. I'm busy recently."

The curator smiled and shook his head. "No, I won't go to any dangerous places even if I go on an adventure in the future."

As he spoke, he glanced at Mary beside him tenderly, then took out a check from the drawer and gently pushed it in front of Rango. "This is from Jones's private lawyer, who is going to donate it to the museum as a security fund. Of course, this is just a nice way to say it and it can also be used to legally avoid taxes. Just think of it as the hiring fee for this trip to the mysterious island."

Rango took the check, glanced at the long string of zeros, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I always thought I was a rich man, but compared to you, I found that I'm not even middle class."

"Hahaha, do you want to know how I have billions of dollars?" the curator asked with a smile.

Rango shook his head, and the beaming old man in front of him joked, "Because my dad is a billionaire, after I paid the inheritance tax, I also started a business and lost a lot of money, so I became a billionaire."

".OK, I know you are not cut out for business."

Rango smiled, flicked the check in front of him and was about to leave, but the curator suddenly changed the subject and said seriously: "Rango, although this amount of money is not small, I have a suggestion. I wonder if you would like to hear it."

Rango restrained his smile and looked at the old man in front of him seriously.

Just when the curator thought he might not want to listen, Rango said, "Curator, just say whatever you want to say. There's no need to be so polite. I still like your previous irritable and indifferent look. I'm really a little uncomfortable with you being so polite to me now."

"Well, who said I was very irritable before?" The curator winked at him, indicating that he should not say these in front of Princess Mary.

Then, he tapped the table and said to Rango meaningfully, "I learned from Jones that you just sold a large number of antiques, and you have at least tens of millions of dollars. This five million is not dispensable to you, but it is definitely not indispensable."

In the puzzled look of Rango, he pointed to the museum outside and said, "Instead of using this money to buy luxury goods, luxury cars and mansions, you might as well donate it back to the museum reconstruction fund."

"Walter? Haven't a lot of people donated money?" Rango asked with a puzzled look on his face, "And it's just a few walls that are damaged. There's no need to spend millions."

"Of course I can't spend that much, but this money is not for me to use, but for others to see!"

The director said earnestly: "The board of directors has been preparing to replace the director with a younger one. Because of my identity, they didn't dare to take the initiative to propose a change even if they wanted to. But now..."

Rango frowned and asked, "You lost your position?"

"Huh? Of course not. It's just that I don't want to be a curator anymore. I want to devote all my energy to the museum."

The curator shook his head, his eyes twinkling with longing for the future: "I plan to retire and take a trip around the world with Mary to show her the natural scenery of our world."

His eyes fell gently on Princess Mary, and they smiled at each other. The relationship between the old couple, who were in their honeymoon period, was still heating up rapidly.

Then, he said to Rango seriously: "I hope you can take over this baton and entrust the future of the museum to you. As long as you donate this money as a token, I will use my connections, including Jones, to pave the way for you and ensure that you become the director smoothly."

“I’m going to be the director of the New York Museum of Natural History?”

Rango was shocked. "Don't forget, I'm not a major in this field. No, I haven't even finished college. How could the board of directors agree to this?"

"Hahaha, Rango, it seems that you don't have a clear understanding of the country under our feet."

The curator smiled and asked, "Do you know the female vice president in Washington?"

"The one called Harris?"

"Yes, do you know how she got to the top?"

The curator whispered something in his ear, and after hearing it, Rango's face was full of disbelief.

A politician's mistress actually became the vice president with the accumulation of money and resources?

"So, what do you have to worry about, Rango?" The curator spread his hands and said, "Except for a few old scholars, most of the guys on the board are businessmen in name only. With Jones and I taking the lead in recommending you and giving them some extra business, they won't object even if Teddy becomes the curator, let alone you."

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Rango shook his head helplessly, feeling mixed emotions.

That's why he doesn't like hanging out with these rich old guys.

In this country, the rich have too much power, especially the Old Money.

However, he was quite tempted by the curator's suggestion.

Mr. Rango Winchester, Director of the New York Museum of Natural History?!

When Rango thought of this title, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows excitedly, and promised solemnly, "No problem, since it is your request, then I will definitely take on this responsibility without hesitation. Just tell me how you need my cooperation."

Seeing this, the curator nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "I'm not asking you to charge into battle, so hold back. I'll take you to two cocktail parties in the next two days so you can meet more people."

"Okay!" Rango agreed without hesitation.

As a result of this incident, I originally wanted to be a security guard and adopt my niece, but ended up becoming the director of a museum.

The promotion was too fast!

(End of this chapter)