Mountain and Sea Museum

The next day, the sun was shining and the weather was clear. Ling Muyu got up at six o'clock and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

According to yesterday's visit experience, the deadly museum did not provide work meals, the front exhibition hall did not have a kitchen, and he could not go to the curator's "bedroom" at the back. Whether there is a kitchen has nothing to do with him.

In order to solve the problem of lunch, he can only get up early to buy vegetables and cook, and then pack them up and take them up the mountain.

For this reason, he also went to the electrical appliance store in the town to buy a microwave oven.

Originally, he had considered asking the restaurants in the small town to deliver food, but he went all over the town, and no restaurant was willing to travel so far to deliver food for this person, and no one was willing to add money.

Fortunately, Ling Muyu learned good cooking skills from her grandmother when she was a child, otherwise eating would really be a big problem.

As he put the appraised enoki mushrooms into the basket, he sighed silently——

As expected, you still have to be down-to-earth, so high-spirited is not a good thing. Xiaobai, who has just graduated, should find a job with a monthly salary of [-], not [-].

But for this job, he was the one who PKed out dozens of people from their School of Archeology and Museology, and even the honorary bachelor was killed by him before he was hired.

At that time, Bai Ze was accompanied by the leaders of the college, and he was recruiting in the multimedia hall in a dignified manner. The promotional video of the Shanhai Museum was played on the projector. Dozens of them were shocked by the majestic palace buildings in the promotional video.

Then Bai Ze also took out all the qualification certificates of the Shanhai Museum-the certificates and certificates are complete.

They also offered extremely attractive treatment - a monthly salary of [-] yuan, five social insurances and one housing fund, holiday subsidies, double salary at the end of the year, and accommodation provided.

Dozens of graduates from the School of Archeology, Culture and Museology were immediately overwhelmed by the brilliance of money, and they signed up enthusiastically. After the first test and the retest interview, after passing five tests, only Ling Muyu was hired and signed a labor contract on the spot. envy, jealousy, hate.

Now looking back at myself a few days ago, Ling Muyu finally let out a sigh——

Too young, too young, too stupid, too stupid, the promotional video has always only shown the exterior of the museum, and there is no interior picture at all. If the promotional video dared to show the messy scene of the exhibition hall, no one would want to sign up. none!

If you know that a monthly salary of [-] is for one person to manage a huge museum, absolutely no one wants to sign up, no one!

But it’s useless to regret it. Now that the labor contract has been signed, I still have to work hard. Let’s convince the curator first and then recruit some employees.

Ling Muyu packed the prepared braised pork ribs, pan-fried tofu, garlic enoki mushroom, pork ribs lotus root soup and rice, put them in the back box of the tricycle with the microwave oven, went into the house to get a water cup and stationery, locked the door, opened the The agricultural tricycle chugs towards the museum.

When he arrived in front of the museum, it was a quarter to eight, and the tricycle was parked in the parking lot outside just like yesterday.

Yesterday Bai Ze gave him an access control card and told him that he could get in by swiping the card. He put the card on a black jade-like rectangular block on the right side of the Que Gate, and the closed Que Gate slowly opened. He walked in quickly with a lot of things in his arms.

The door of the main exhibition hall has been opened, he stepped over the threshold to enter, and found that the light has also been turned on, he glanced at it casually, and immediately frowned.

Shouldn't the Lu Shu he touched yesterday be five steps away from the door?Why did this position become a xián sheep?

Ling Muyu continued to walk in suspiciously, but within two steps, he suddenly tripped over something, staggered twice, and was about to throw himself out, and almost dropped the lunch and microwave oven in his hand.

At a critical moment, he suddenly felt an arm around his waist, preventing him from rushing to the street, and the other hand supported the microwave oven and lunch box in his arms.

A gorgeous voice sounded behind him: "Be careful."

"Thank you, thank you." Ling Muyu, still in shock, stood still and turned to thank the curator.

Dan Xiao withdrew his hand, looked down at the things in Ling Muyu's arms, and asked, "What are these?"

"Microwave, and the lunch I brought." Ling Muyu answered quickly.

Dan Xiao nodded, said nothing more, and turned his gaze to the thing that almost tripped Ling Muyu just now.

Ling Muyu also lowered his head to see what it was.

A specimen of snake body, dragon head and wild boar hair was lying on the ground, which was the chief culprit who tripped Ling Muyu.

"This long snake wasn't here yesterday. Why did you put it at the door? Is it a prank deliberately to make people fall?" Ling Muyu looked at Dan Xiao, and felt that a curator with an ascetic appearance should not Doing such a boring thing, so I made a note of Bai Ze in my heart.

Dan Xiao's eyes swept across the exhibition hall, and then kicked away the long snake blocking the way.

"Hey——" Ling Muyu was dumbfounded. He treated the exhibits so simply and rudely, even if they weren't cultural relics, they should be handled with care. No wonder the museum's business is bleak.

"What?" Dan Xiao turned his head over, his eyes very cold.

Ling Muyu shook his head and didn't speak, and squinted at the long snake that was kicked and hung on Cong Cong's body. Well, he seemed to have a domineering leader.

"Let's go, go to your office first and put down the things." Dan Xiao said, turned around and left the exhibition hall, without any intention of helping the new administrator.

Ling Muyu's office is in a side hall behind the main exhibition hall. In the side hall with the simple and heavy decoration style of the Qin and Han Dynasties, there is a Nordic-style desk on it, and a white fruit brand computer on it. Together with the black lacquered microwave oven brought by Ling Muyu, it formed a very strange picture.

After putting down the things, Ling Muyu didn't mess with his office, but returned to the main exhibition hall with a tape measure, notebook and pen, and began to measure the area and height of the main exhibition hall.

Speaking of this, Manager Ling was depressed again. There is no floor plan for such a large museum. How did the construction pass the inspection and acceptance?

Ling Muyu had been busy all morning, measured the dimensions of the four exhibition halls and drew a simple floor plan. There were still five vacant exhibition halls. He planned to measure the dimensions in one go in the afternoon and draw the floor plans of the exhibition halls for the design of the exhibition halls. .

Dan Xiao appeared once in the middle, quietly watching him climb up and down to measure the size, and after watching for 5 minutes, he walked around the exhibition hall with exhibits and left.

At noon, Ling Muyu, whose stomach was already growling, put down the ruler and pen, and went back to the office to heat up the food he had brought.

It is July now, even in the north, the temperature is not low, but there is no air conditioner in the museum, but it is very cool. The draft with water vapor blows on the body, and the pores feel comfortable to relax.

Ling Muyu put the food in the microwave oven, wondering if he could use this as a selling point to attract tourists to the museum to escape the summer heat.

"Ding ding ding--"

A familiar ringtone of the mobile phone came from afar, Ling Muyu hurriedly pressed the button to heat the rice, and ran to the exhibition hall to find the mobile phone.

In the morning, he received a call from a classmate, and he casually placed the phone on the back of the yǔ specimen, but when he returned to the exhibition hall to find the phone, it was actually on top of Lei's head.

Although he felt strange, when Ling Muyu saw the name displayed on the phone, that strangeness was overwhelmed by the unhappiness in his heart.

"Is there something wrong?" He answered the phone with a very cold tone, and the hand that was not holding the phone unconsciously stroked the silky long hair of the specimen next to him.

"Ling Muyu, come home this weekend, you must attend mom's birthday party." The man on the other end of the phone spoke straight to the point, and his tone was also very cold.

Ling Muyu didn't even want to refuse directly: "I'm not free."

"What can you do!" The man seemed to be pissed off, and roared angrily, "Don't think I don't know what you are doing now, how many jobs can a small museum that I have never heard of have."

Ling Muyu's tone was still calm: "If you don't know the truth, don't make rash comments."

The man sneered: "You are still like this. You always look like the whole world owes you. If you are told to go to work in the Palace Museum, if you don't go, you have to go to some place that doesn't shit and stay in a small museum. Do you have to blame your family for your choice?"

"Ling Jue, too much brain hole is a disease, and it needs to be cured." Ling Muyu hung up the phone after finishing speaking, snorted hard on the head hair of the quasi-specimen, and muttered: "Our Shanhai Museum is really not very good, Ling Jue The blind one."

After Ling Muyu finished complaining, she looked around the specimens and said in admiration, "It's so cute, I can ask the curator to make some merchandise for sale."

The quasi-specimen held its head high and chest out, very cute.

Ling Muyu's unhappiness was healed by Mengmeng's class, and after stroking the silky hair on his head, he happily turned back to the office for dinner.

Before he reached the door of the office, he smelled a familiar smell of food, and his taste buds were stimulated to salivate crazily. At the banquet, he ate spare ribs elegantly with chopsticks in his hand, and the almost empty lunch box on the table was almost exactly the same as the one he brought today.

"Curator?" Ling Muyu's voice trembled imperceptibly.

After Dan Xiao ate the last rib, he took out a white silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth, stood up, and said to Ling Muyu with satisfaction: "The craftsmanship is good, did you do it?"

Ling Muyu nodded blankly.

Dan Xiao took out a handful of green grass from his wide sleeve and handed it over, Ling Muyu caught it stupidly and stared at him blankly.

"I ate your lunch, and this is for you." Dan Xiao paused, and then said, "If possible, I hope you can cook fish tomorrow. I like fish."

Ling Muyu: "..."

After Dan Xiao finished eating, he took the lunch box away to wash.

Ling Muyu, who had been eaten for lunch, looked at the grass in her hands and wanted to cry.

What does it mean to give leeks? Hey!