Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 21 Pulp Fiction
Inside the orphanage.

In the corridor outside the dean's office.

Emma was wearing a clean white dress and exquisite leather shoes, with her legs elegantly crossed. She looked calm and graceful, but her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt, revealing her inner unrest.

At this moment, in the office opposite her, the dean's dissatisfied and angry voice was heard.

Do I have to stay here for a few more days?
Thinking of this, Emma's brows darkened slightly.

His uncle seems a bit unreliable
"NO!"

Inside the office, the dean's voice was filled with obvious dissatisfaction and determination: "Based on the gangsters you were with just now, there is no way I will hand the child over to you!"

"Hey? Watch your tone, Dean." Rango's helpless voice sounded, "They just heard that I was coming to pick up Emma and came to congratulate me."

Then he pointed at the dean and raised his eyebrows and said, "And how can you assume what their occupations are? Although they are dressed a little exaggerated, you can't assume that they are gangsters just because they see black people. This is a bit racist."

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The dean's face instantly turned ugly after hearing this. Before he could explain, Rango continued, "Speaking of which, there are women among that group of black people. What you just said may even be discriminatory against women. Be careful with your words, Mr. Dean."

"you"

The dean took a deep breath, then turned sideways and deliberately avoided looking at him. "No matter how much you say, it's useless. I can't hand over the children in the hospital to a dangerous person like you!"

"Fuck! You bastard!"

Teddy was immediately unhappy when he heard this and wanted to say something back, but his mouth was covered by Rango immediately.

After shaking his head slightly at him, Rango took out the letter of guarantee written by the museum director in the morning and handed it to the desk.

"You should have assigned a social worker to learn about my current job, so I guess you must know Mr. Carl McPhee."

The director frowned and turned to glance at Rango. As the director of an orphanage that receives a lot of donations every year, he certainly knows who McPhee is.

He is the director of the New York Museum of History and Culture, the deputy director of the North American Conservation Institute, a well-known figure in the cultural world, and a member of New York's high society.

Most importantly, he is also very keen on charity and regularly donates multiple sums of cash to environmental protection and orphan education almost every year.

Sensing the subtle change in his eyes, Rango tapped the envelope on the table gently and suggested with a smile, "This is a letter of guarantee written by Director McPhee a few hours ago. With his guarantee for me, can it make you change your mind?"

The dean glanced at the envelope on the table doubtfully, and instead of answering him, he picked up the envelope, opened it and read it.

As he read further, the shock in his eyes became increasingly difficult to conceal.

In the letter, Director McPhee spoke highly of the man in front of him, saying that he not only worked hard and made progress, but also had no bad habits. He also attached great importance to his family and family affection, and was an excellent young man.
Seeing the increasingly shocked expression on his face, Rango and Teddy exchanged a knowing look, and a confident smile involuntarily rose at the corners of their mouths.

Although I haven't read the content of the letter, judging from the character of their director, he is definitely not the kind of person who would stab someone in the back. I'm sure he must have praised him highly in the letter.

But strictly speaking, the contents of the envelope were not bad.

On his first night at the museum, he managed to tame all the resurrected collections, and his salary was raised within a few days. It was true that he was hardworking and enterprising.

As for bad habits?

He neither drinks nor takes drugs. He has never even tried leaves. At most he just smokes cigarettes. Compared with young people of the same age, he can be said to be a moral pioneer.

It is even more true that he values ​​family affection. In order to successfully adopt Emma, ​​he bought a house, a car, and found a job. Not to mention the time he spent, he spent hundreds of thousands of dollars alone. How can you not value it?

"Dean?"

Rango asked tentatively: "Look, am I qualified now?"

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The dean was silent for a moment, as if he was making a final decision in his mind, and finally spoke slowly: "I will send social workers to visit your home regularly. If I find any prohibited items in your home or Emma shows resistance to you, I will apply to the federal court to prosecute you."

"Of course!"

Rango was too lazy to listen to this guy's long speech. He stood up and stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for taking care of Emma during this time. If you don't mind, I will take her back first."

"Wait," the dean immediately shook his head. Just when Rango thought something strange was going to happen, the old man took out a pile of documents from the drawer and said, "Sign them before you leave."

Rango shrugged, took the pen, and signed his name on the documents one by one.

With the final touches, he officially became Emma's guardian, which also meant that in addition to Teddy and Megan, there would be one more family member in the family.

As for those dozens of earthbound spirits?
Those are tenants and certainly cannot be confused with family members.

It is worth mentioning that he originally thought that even if he took out the director's letter of guarantee, it might take a lot of effort to convince this rigid dean.

As a result, it seems that the East and the West are the same, both are damned human relations.
A moment later, a cheerful atmosphere filled the pickup truck.

Rango looked through the rearview mirror and saw Emma fastening her seat belt gracefully. He cleared his throat and asked softly, "Is there anywhere you want to go, Emma? We can go shopping before we go home."

As her eyes swept past the orphanage outside the window that was gradually moving away and with its door closed, Emma's lips blossomed into a sweet smile, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

She rolled her eyes and replied softly, "Uncle, I want to eat pizza, can I?"

"of course can!"

Rango said with a doting look in his eyes: "Eat whatever you want. After dinner, we will go shopping in the mall. If you want to buy any clothes or toys, just ask. Uncle can satisfy you in any way!"

"Uncle is the best."

Feeling recognized, Rango looked proudly at Teddy in the passenger seat. It seemed that adoption was not as complicated as he had thought. He just needed to follow her wishes.

As the car sped along the road, the shadow of the orphanage gradually blurred.

Soon, the group arrived in downtown New York City and found a popular fast food restaurant.

Rango ordered every flavor of pizza in their store. Since they had to be freshly baked, the waiting time might be a bit long, so he ordered a few more milkshakes.

After taking two sips, Rango's eyes unconsciously fell on Emma opposite him.

Compared with her peers, Emma's behavior was not out of the ordinary. She held the straw and took small sips, with elegance and composure, just like a lady.

Feeling his gaze, Emma raised her head and blinked and asked, "What's wrong, uncle?"

"It's okay," Rango smiled and shook his head, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart, "You are very similar to your mother, both of you have a pair of black eyes that sparkle with wisdom."

"Mother."

Hearing this somewhat unfamiliar name, Emma was silent for a while and then asked: "I have never seen her."

"She is a great woman. I will tell you her story when I have time."

"Ah."

Time passed quietly, and Emma seemed to have lost the excitement she had when she first left the orphanage. Instead, she was immersed in her own thoughts, quietly savoring the milkshake in her hand.

Rango also remained silent wisely, fearing that his words would touch upon her psychological trauma.

After a long while, Emma suddenly said, "How annoying."

"What do you hate?" Rango was curious.

"Awkward silence," Emma said, running her finger lightly over the edge of the glass, her tone a bit puzzled, "Why do you have to speak to avoid being awkward?"

"Good question," Rango shrugged and shook his head, "But I don't understand why. Maybe it's because I'm not familiar with it yet."

Emma smiled when she heard this, and then said, "Maybe when two people have a tacit understanding, they can shut up and enjoy a moment of silence."

Hearing this, Rango was slightly stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Fortunately, Emma seemed to notice his embarrassment and spoke first: "Can I have a taste of your milkshake, uncle?"

"Hmm? Oh, of course!"

Rango handed over the half-finished milkshake, and after taking two sips from his straw, Emma's eyes widened instantly and said, "Your taste is much better than mine! Uncle, I want to trade with you."

As she said this, she pushed the remaining cup in front of her.

Seeing her childish behavior, Rango smiled and stopped dwelling on what she had just said.

He glanced at his watch and was about to urge the waiter to serve the meal when a shrill cry suddenly rang out in the restaurant.

A man and woman not far away suddenly stood up, pulled out their guns, and threatened everyone present fiercely:

"Robbery! Everybody freeze!"

"Any of you f**king pricks move and I'll execute every motherf**king last one of you!"

(Emma Grossman, from the movie (Bad Seed), played by McKenna Grace, who has played Peggy in "Young Sheldon" and "Gifted")
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