Mountain and Sea Museum

As a museum, its existence must have its meaning and value...

"The meaning and value of our museum's existence is to keep us all locked up here and not allowed to go out?!" Fat Yi Snake raised a foot and interrupted the administrator's speech.

The other monsters with catastrophic physiques nodded in agreement with Fat Yi Snake, looking aggrieved.

Back then, the monster clan ruled the world, and they could go wherever they wanted. Even if they caused floods, droughts, wars, etc., human beings had to worship them tremblingly and invite them away.

Nowhere is it like now, not to mention their habitat being destroyed by humans, but they are also excluded, locked in museums and not allowed to go out.

They are all envious of Bai Ze.

"Don't interrupt the administrator at will." Fat Yi Bird flapped its wings on Fat Yi Snake's head, "You poisonous snake is so rude."

The fat snake was so angry that it wanted to fight the stupid bird, but found that the administrator was watching it quietly, and it didn't dare to move for a moment.

Ling Muyu said in a flat tone: "You can go out too! But we humans now have high technology and nuclear weapons. Once you are caught, you will probably be cooked and eaten. You also know that we humans eat everything. "

The demons froze instantly.

"I don't know if you've heard a saying before," Ling Muyu said in a flat tone, "There is a fish in the Northern Darkness, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that it can't be stewed in a pot. It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng is so big, you need two grills, one is secret, the other is spicy... Well, it should be delicious..."

All the monsters have hairy fried hairs and scaly fried scales, huddled together and shivering.

Even monsters are eaten, human beings are too insane...

"curator……"

"curator……"

"curator……"

The monsters were threatened by humans, and the poor curator asked for help—the administrator threatened to eat his colleagues, please take care of him.

Dan Xiao patted Ling Muyu on the head, smiled lightly and said, "Don't scare them, they are timid."

Ling Muyu smiled and said to the monsters: "Now can you listen to me seriously and quietly about the planning and construction of the museum?"

The monsters nodded wildly.

"For a museum, its cultural value, social value and economic value all go hand in hand, but for our museum, the most important thing now is the economic value." Ling Muyu said, writing a word "money" on the notebook , and drew a circle, "What is the most lacking thing in our museum? Money! Without money, no value can be realized, and even snacks can't be bought."

The monsters half understand, but they all understand that if the museum doesn't make money, they won't have chocolate, beef jerky, pistachios... to eat, so making money is the top priority right now.

Ling Muyu drew a few more circles in the notebook. In one circle, tourists were written, and an arrow was drawn pointing at money.

"To make money, we must first have tourists. Tourists buy tickets to visit you in the museum, and this is income."

With income, the museum can increase its economic value, attract more visitors, increase the flow of people, create more jobs, attract people to live here, and then develop the local economy and the surrounding economy of the museum, so that it can continue to invest in the construction of the museum. The museum has been greatly developed.

"Only by forming a closed-loop value chain can our museum develop into a world-class museum. The income will increase and we will have money to buy snacks."

The monsters only understood that "the more income, the more snacks", imagining that in the future, delicious human food can be eaten as much as they want, and they immediately became excited, raising their paws, hooves, wings, feet, Hands and fins shouted together: "Become a world-class museum."

"That's right, everyone has a lot of work enthusiasm and a positive attitude." Ling Muyu put away the notebook, "Then let's renovate the exhibition hall first. We don't have much money. I will make the design drawings and find a professional decoration company for the hydropower construction. , and we did everything else ourselves.”

The goal of becoming a world-class museum has been set hastily, and the monsters are eager to eat more human snacks.But when they realize that they have to put in a lot of labor before eating, and can no longer live the life of sleeping and fighting to scare humans when they have nothing to do, it will be too late.

At this moment, none of the monsters noticed that the administrator had dug a big pit for them—the curator found out, but stood on the side of the human administrator. They imagined that human food was full of pits and valleys, while moving the nine exhibition halls clean.

When Zhang Dounan brought people to install broadband for the museum, he was surprised to find that the exhibition hall was so empty that only the building structure remained, and all the decorations placed inside were gone.

"Mr. Ling, where are the things in this exhibition hall?" Zhang Dounan asked cautiously.

"You can call me by my name." Ling Muyu explained: "We are going to rearrange the exhibition hall and move everything to the back."

Zhang Dounan oh oh, relieved, but he remembered that there was a small bronze tripod in the main exhibition hall, which was a spiritual weapon with a history of more than 4000 years. It can only be seen but not used.

A young man who came with Zhang Dounan suddenly said: "Mr. Ling, I majored in construction engineering when I was in college, and I also passed the second-level construction engineer certificate. If you want to redecorate the exhibition hall, I should be able to help you." .”

architect?

I can't ask for it!

There is a shortage of "human" hands in the museum!

"That's really..." Ling Muyu suddenly thought that the main business of the Zhang family in Puyang is a comprehension family, and the side business is the richest family, so he abruptly turned the words, "...Will it delay your cultivation?"

The young man scratched the back of his head and said embarrassingly, "I'm really not very talented in the process of cultivation. I prefer to design and build houses." After he finished speaking, he sneaked a glance at his grandfather. What about him?

"It really made Mr. Ling laugh, my grandson is really not very enlightened, he likes to play with mud since he was a child, just like his father, he doesn't do his job properly!" Zhang Dounan's tone was full of hatred.

"May I ask, who is his father?" Ling Muyu was curious.

Zhang Dounan: "My second son, Zhang Feixiong, Mr. Ling may have heard of it."

Ling Muyu: "..."

How could I have heard of it!The richest man, Zhang Feixiong!People all over China call him Papa Zhang, okay?

At this moment, when Ling Muyu looked at the son of the richest man, he felt that his whole body was shining with golden light—the light of money.

"I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is Zhang Shan, the mountain of the benevolent Leshan."

"Brother Zhang Shan, our museum needs talents like you very much." Ling Muyu held Zhang Shan's hand, remembering that he was an administrator, not a curator or a human resources manager, and immediately said: "Two, please wait a moment." , I'll ask the curator and Bai Ze."

Zhang Dounan stared blankly at Ling Muyu going to the apse, unable to believe that his grandson could really stay in the museum.

Over the years, their families and sects have found ways to send their children to the museum. After all, there is the last god in the world living here, and they practice in the place closest to the god. They believe that they can get twice the result with half the effort. If the god is happy, point two Sentence, wouldn't it be cool.

But so far no one has successfully become the official establishment of the museum. Either they are disgusted by the big monsters, or they are chased and chased away by the big monsters. Let alone let the gods point them out, they have not even seen the face of the gods.

Some excellent disciples thought about going to university to study museum management, so that they could apply for administrator positions and stay in the museum.But I don't know why, the cultivation geniuses of various schools and sects are all messed up in their books, and those who are not very good in cultivation are admitted to prestigious schools one by one.

But the practice is not very good, so I have no interest at all in a museum full of ancient monsters—those monsters are so scary, let’s not talk about their appearance, just this monster that can eat people at every turn, they will bear it not come.

And why did Zhang Shan come to the Shanhai Museum to help with the decoration instead of being the richest man's second generation & architect?

And it's all because of fucking.

His mother became obsessed with comparison somehow in middle age, comparing her family background, cultivation base, spiritual weapon, husband, son, and everything else with others.

After the competition, she realized that she lost nothing but this son.So he forced his son to cultivate, and forced his son to go on a blind date. The pressure was very tight.Forcing her son to dare not chat with her now, no matter what topic can be related to cultivation, marriage, or childcare, her son is almost devastated.

Now that Zhang Shan heard the voice he suspected was his mother's voice, he rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and ran away.

Seeing that the museum was going to be renovated, I suddenly had an idea - hide in the Shanhai Museum, my mother would not dare to come over and drag him out, hehe.

Short oil, I'm really very witty.

Zhang Dounan didn't know his grandson's crooked idea, so he just kept telling his grandson to stay in the museum, to be diligent, to be obedient, and to be sweet. The situation of being envied and hated by other families and sects.

But Ling Muyu, who was in the apse to discuss with the curator and Bai Ze to increase the number of "people", was stunned by Taotie.

"Our museum is a museum of monsters, why do we need so many people!" Taotie said while playing the VR game console that Zhang Dounan gave Ling Muyu, "If none of us monsters were admitted to college, or we would learn by ourselves." Museum management is none of your business."

Ling Muyu unplugged the game console, took off the VR device on Taotie's face, folded his arms and said coldly: "You also know that none of you demons have been admitted to college. Do you know how to use CAD? You know water and electricity. Is the installation standard? With one more builder, we can save the money of hiring a decoration company, how much money is that, do you know? Do you have money?"

Taotie was beaten up by the administrator so that the whole monster was wilted, turned into his original form and rolled on the ground with his head in his arms, "Then...then we let him stay here to work?"

Bai Ze jumped out and said, "We don't have the money to pay him. You ask him if he would like to work for free."

Ling Muyu: "..."

"!!!" Bai Ze realized that he had slipped his tongue, and immediately looked left and right, but the apse is such a big place, and it couldn't escape the administrator's haunting eyes of resentment, so he could only say cheekily: "Don't worry, Your salary, the curator will definitely send you."

When these words came out of Bai Ze's mouth, Ling Muyu expressed that she could not rest assured at all - Bai Ze, a beast that deceives ignorant humans, never blush when lying.

Seeing Dan Xiao leaning on the couch, looking like an extraordinary male god who didn't feel embarrassed by lack of money at all, Ling Muyu silently swallowed the sigh that had already reached his lips, and asked, "Director, what do you think? We can Leave Zhang Shan to help with the decoration?"

Dan Xiao said: "Not in the museum establishment, no salary, I will leave after the exhibition hall is renovated, and I can stay if I agree."

If it were me, I would not agree to this condition.Ling Muyu complained silently in her heart, said helplessly, I will ask, and left the apse.

Unexpectedly, the thinking of the comprehension people is very different from that of ordinary human beings like him. After hearing the conditions of staying in the museum, Zhang Dounan was as pleasantly surprised as a child over 100 years old.

"It's that simple?" He held Ling Muyu's hand tightly, and asked again and again if there were any other conditions. Don't you need to send some spiritual objects, spiritual weapons, rare treasures and the like?

Ling Muyu: "What our museum lacks are engineers, not rare treasures." Those things can't be exchanged for cash either, they can't be used to pay for construction materials, or buy snacks for monsters!

"Mr. Ling, thank you very much. Don't worry, Xiaoshan has no other skills, he can play with mud, and make sure to decorate our museum beautifully." Zhang Dounan was so happy that he almost jumped up, and immediately left his grandson in the museum , he himself hurried to find his second son, and figured out what to give to the museum and Ling Muyu.

No wonder I heard a magpie cry when I went out today, it really is a good thing, a big good thing, I have to go to the repair management committee to show off.

Zhang Shan, who was left behind, held Ling Muyu's hand and said with a smile, "Brother Ling will take care of you from now on."

Ling Muyu: "..."

This even called my brother?

By the way, you look older than me!

Zhang Shan said that in terms of seniority, Ling Muyu came to him first, and he came later. He has junior seniority, so there is nothing wrong with calling brother.

So Ling Muyu became Brother Ling by relying on his one-week-long qualifications.