I became beautiful by eating melons

Sun Baiqing looked at the old man who suddenly spoke.

She had long snow-white hair tied behind her head with a hairpin, her skin was smooth and extremely white, like that of a young girl, and she looked very healthy. She was wearing a lake blue, double-breasted, long-sleeved cheongsam, and her temperament was exceptionally elegant.

Sun Baiqing knew her. She was one of the elderly people who lived with Ye Rou.

Facing the people around Ye Rou, she spoke politely and humbly asked for advice: "Please give me your advice."

Song Zhishu said gently, "It's 115 natural, uncut rubies."

Wang Honghong likes to be a judge. She immediately leaned in to look at the exhibit introduction card and said, "That's not right, Grandma Song. It also says 113 yuan. The volunteer was right."

Song Zhishu said firmly: "Then the card was also written wrong."

Wang Honghong thought it was impossible. How could such a large museum make such a low-level mistake?

At this moment, Sun Baiqing admitted: "It is indeed 115 yuan, I was wrong."

She slapped her head, her tone somewhat annoyed.

Song Zhishu smiled and said, "It's okay, you gave a good introduction."

Sun Baiqing approached Ye Rou and asked curiously, "Ye Rou, who is this grandma?"

Ye Rou introduced with a smile: "Grandma Song's ancestors have been running pawnshops for three generations. They have traveled far and wide and have seen a lot of things. They are also very knowledgeable about this aspect."

Most of the antiques and cultural relics accumulated by Grandma Song’s family were collected from pawnshops and passed down from generation to generation.

"No wonder……"

Sun Baiqing was convinced.

Running a pawn shop relies on vision and experience to make money, so it's natural that he is better than her.

Wang Honghong saw that Sun Baiqing also said 115 yuan, curled her lips and tapped the information card on the display board with her fingertips: "How can you make such a low-level mistake in such a large museum?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Suddenly, a strange voice interrupted.

A young man wearing round-framed glasses rushed over aggressively and glared at Wang Honghong: "Say it again!"

He was thin and pale, with narrow and bright eyes behind his round-frame glasses. He stared at Wang Honghong with a burning gaze and spoke in a sharp voice, attracting many onlookers.

Wang Honghong is not a person who is afraid of trouble. In other words, the more people there are, the more excited he is. He immediately said, "Just tell me. How could such a big museum like yours make such a low-level mistake!"

"115..." He got stuck and stammered, "What kind of uncut ruby ​​is written as 113? Isn't this a stupid mistake?"

The more he spoke, the more fluent he became, and the more aggressive he became. Relying on his tall stature, he completely suppressed the young man.

The young man also had a red armband on his arm and was obviously one of the volunteers.

He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously retorted: "Impossible, it clearly says 115 yuan!"

Wang Honghong got angry when she heard him being stubborn.

He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his neck and pressed him against the display board, pointed at the information card and asked him to look carefully:

"Look carefully for me, is it 113 you wrote?"

The round-frame glasses were almost stuck to the display board. The young man was about to scold Wang Honghong for being rude, and impatiently scanned the information card. When he saw that it was really written 113, his face turned pale instantly!

When the museum opened, the deputy director, who was also his teacher, invited many big names in the archaeological world.

If they were to notice such a low-level mistake, the reputation of their show would be ruined!

The young man didn't care about Wang Honghong's rudeness. He jumped up like a fighter jet, pushed everyone away and rushed out with great momentum.

"You startled me and scared me!" Wang Honghong subconsciously looked at her sister-in-law. Seeing that she was fine, she felt relieved.

"You're wrong and yet you dare to run away." Wang Honghong rolled up her sleeves and wanted to catch the man back.

Zhou Liang grabbed him and said, "Be quiet for a moment! You are here to visit, not to be a disciplinary inspector. Why are you making such a fuss?"

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Wang Honghong's ear to remind her: "Don't forget what Brother Jiang told us."

When talking about Brother Jiang, Wang Honghong shuddered and became obedient.

Ye Rou had sharp hearing. When she heard them mention Jiang Chen's name, she was about to ask curiously, but she saw the young man who had just run away aggressively, running back again, dragging a yawning man with an untidy beard and messy hair.

The man has a foul mouth and keeps swearing.

Ye Rou listened to some of it and realized that the man was complaining about the young man disturbing his sleep.

At this moment, Sun Baiqing cursed inwardly: "Damn, this is so unlucky."

Ye Rou turned her head and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Sun Baiqing was a temporary volunteer who only received one day of training.

Even with just one day, she was able to figure out the relationships among the people inside the museum.

She whispered, "The museum has two directors. In addition to Director Gu, there is also a deputy director named Hu. We all call him Director Hu. He is also a very experienced figure in the archaeological field."

"The guy wearing glasses is his student. He is a brainless fan of his teacher. He can't stand people saying bad things about his teacher. He has fits from time to time. We privately call him Yang Dianfeng."

The corner of Ye Rou's mouth twitched slightly.

Sun Baiqing continued, "The one he was dragging was Director Hu's nephew, nicknamed Hu Tu."

"Confused?" Ye Rou asked, "Why is it called this nickname?"

"He is just a layman who has barely attended a few days of serious studies and knows nothing about cultural relics. He entered the museum with the help of Director Hu and gave blind orders, causing a lot of jokes." Sun Baiqing said as he rolled his eyes.

Zheng Zhiyuan listened quietly, and asked, "Since there is a problem, why don't you report it to your curator Gu?"

Sun Baiqing faced Ye Rou's grandfather with a serious expression:

"Director Gu and Director Hu don't have a good relationship."

"I heard that they disagreed on the protection and exhibition of cultural relics. Anyway, after discussion, Director Gu will only be in charge of the exhibition and protection of cultural relics, and Director Hu will be responsible for internal work, so it's useless to say anything."

Zheng Zhiyuan frowned slightly.

He and ancient studies are old acquaintances, and he knows clearly that ancient studies have a problem. As long as the general direction is good, he is particularly good at turning a blind eye.

I didn't expect he was still like this after all these years.

Presumably, Guxue also knew about the stupid things that Director Hu's nephew had done, but for the sake of the smooth opening of the museum, he endured it all.

Zheng Zhiyuan frowned in disapproval.

While the three of them were talking, Yang Fan had already dragged Hu Xing to the introduction board and said in a stern voice: "I clearly told you it was 115 yuan, why is it 113 here!"

Hu Xing felt embarrassed when he was dragged over in front of so many people.

He pushed Yang Fan's hand away, tugged at his collar, and said impatiently, "I thought it was a big deal."

Yang Fan's eyes widened, his face flushed with anger, and he poked the display board with his fingertips, making a muffled sound:

"If this isn't a big deal? What is a big deal?"

“So many industry veterans will be here too. What will they think of our pavilion if they find out?”

"The teacher clearly told us before the opening that we can't be careless, we can't be careless, and you promised us that, but what happened?"

"That's enough." Hu Xing said in an irritable tone: "If you make a mistake, just take it down and fix it. You keep nagging me. It's so annoying."

"I'm annoying?" Yang Fan's voice became even louder as he got angry: "It was you who did something wrong, and now I'm the one who's annoying?"

"What are you arguing about!" a stern voice rang out.

Ye Rou turned her head and saw a person walking out from the crowd of people watching the excitement.

He looked about the same age as Director Gu, was wearing a black suit, had a serious expression, and had gray hair at the temples.

He walked out with a sullen face, and Yang Fan and Hu Xing, who had been quarreling, shut up and lowered their heads at the same time.

Ye Rou understood that this person should be "Director Hu".

He scolded his students and nephew in a low voice, apologized to the visitors, and quickly let the matter go.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, Ye Rou was about to let Sun Baiqing lead them forward when her sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

She turned her head and saw Grandma Song.

"what happened?"

Song Zhishu looked solemn and whispered, "This... looks like a fake."