Mountain and Sea Museum

Ling Muyu was about to die of anger, so she put the food and backpack on the ground, and went to hug the gluttonous specimens.

Even if there are no tourists in the museum, it would be too outrageous to put the exhibits on the threshold.

"Bastard Bai Ze..." Ling Muyu hugged him for a long time, but the gluttonous specimen was so heavy that he, a big man, didn't even hug him a millimeter.

The administrator's roar did not call the "culprit", but the curator.

Dan Xiao came in through the door leading to the apse from the main exhibition hall, and what he saw was his administrator pushing Taotie desperately, with such force that his face was flushed, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

"What are you doing?" Although Dan Xiao was talking to Ling Muyu, his eyes were looking at Taotie, and his usually indifferent pupils were extremely sharp at this moment.

Another layer of water appeared on the forehead of the rock-solid Taotie specimen, slid down the cheeks, and even wet the hair on the top of the head and back.

Ling Muyu let go of her strength in frustration, and gasped, "I'm going to move this glutton back to the exhibition hall, it's too ugly to put it at the door. But why is this glutton so heavy? What kind of material is this specimen made of? It must be several hundred to one thousand catties!"

Dan Xiao snorted coldly, grabbed one corner of Taotie with one hand, and dragged the specimen roughly into the exhibition hall.

Ling Muyu was stunned, her mouth opened into a perfect circle, firstly she was shocked by the supernatural power of the curator, and then she was shocked by the curator's simple and rude expression.

The Taotie specimen was dragged all the way by the curator Jingling, knocking down countless specimens during the process.

Comrade administrators recovered from the shock and hurriedly helped the knocked down specimens up. The placement of these specimens today was indeed different from yesterday, especially the specimens in the east exhibition hall were placed in the main exhibition hall.

Ling Muyu picked up the fallen Nine-Tailed Fox and put it back in the east exhibition hall. As soon as he entered, he saw Dan Xiao throwing the Taotie specimen casually.

...the curator is really domineering!

"Is there anything else you want to bring?" Dan Xiao asked.

Ling Muyu put down the Nine-Tailed Fox, pointed to the main exhibition hall, and said, "There's still a 梼杌 over there, please ask the curator to bring it here, I'll arrange the exhibits here, it's too messy."

Dan Xiao didn't speak, turned around and left the east exhibition hall, and came back after a while, holding a tiger-shaped paw of Wuwu in his hand, and threw it casually, Wuwu also turned a few somersaults with a bang, and stood side by side with Taotie. Lie on your feet.

Ling Muyu: "..."

Dan Xiao asked again if there was anything else he wanted to bring over, but the administrator shook his head in denial, and did not leave. He looked at Ling Muyu's arrangement of the specimens in the east exhibition hall. Although the layout of the exhibition hall was simple, Being placed like this is quite artistic.

The curator's pursed lips gradually relaxed.

Ling Muyu walked to the side of the Taotie who were lying side by side, and easily turned the tree over, and placed it in front of Fuzhu. As for the Taotie who was still on all fours...

"Curator, can you help me arrange this?"

"Let it lie down. I think it's good to lie down like this."

"..."

Therefore, it is not without reason that the museum is so deserted.

The curator didn't care about Taotie, and Ling Muyu couldn't control the super heavy Taotie if he wanted to, so he simply ignored it, followed Dan Xiao to leave the east exhibition hall, and picked up the backpack and lunch box at the main entrance of the exhibition hall.

At the door of the office, seeing that Dan Xiao was about to go back, Ling Muyu hurriedly stopped him, saying that he had work to report.

Dan Xiao paused, turned around again, and followed Ling Muyu into his office.

In the mixed-style office, Ling Muyu and Dan Xiao sat opposite each other on the floor, a low black lacquered and red-striped desk was placed between them, and a black leather notepad was placed on the desk.

"This is my three-month work plan, please take a look first." Ling Muyu opened the notepad, and neatly listed the things to be done, as well as the work timeline and The budget table, the plan is clear and clear, and the degree of execution is extremely high.

Dan Xiao read very slowly, and it took more than 20 minutes to read all the work plans. After reading, he remained silent.

Ling Muyu explained: "Curator, my plan is to close and renovate the exhibition hall in one and a half months, as well as the periphery of our museum, and then redesign it to distinguish between functions. During the period, we will carry out publicity campaigns, up to three months, and we will officially Re-open the door to welcome guests."

Dan Xiao remained silent.

Ling Muyu poked her head over, and gently pushed Dan Xiao's hand on the desk, "Curator?"

"Don't be so troublesome." Dan Xiao looked up, looked at Ling Muyu and said, "This is fine now."

"Ah?" Ling Muyu was dumbfounded, "But, but, there are no tourists in our museum."

Dan Xiao said: "It doesn't matter, it's good without tourists, it's quiet."

Is it good without tourists?

quiet?

"Then why do you open a museum? And those specimens in the exhibition hall, aren't they for tourists to visit? They can't be the handicrafts you collected, right?"

"A figure?" Dan Xiao frowned, "What is a figure?"

Ling Muyu couldn't calm down, "It doesn't matter what the figure is, what matters is why you want to open a museum? It feels quiet without tourists, you are opening a shop in the Buddhist family!!!"

Dan Xiao raised his hand to press the top of Ling Muyu's head, telling him not to get excited.

Ling Muyu suddenly felt a bit of coolness to calm down his feverish mind. He took a deep breath and tried to make himself smile: "Director, why do you want to open a museum?"

The curator had a secretive look: "It's better for you if you don't know."

"..." Ling Muyu continued to smile hard, "So you don't care if there are tourists or not?"

The curator nodded.

Ling Muyu: "Didn't you ever think about building our Shanhai Museum into a world-class museum? Customers come like a cloud, business is booming, and goods are like a wheel, and there is a lot of money?"

Curator: "I haven't thought about it."

"But I've thought about it!" Ling Muyu smiled uglier than crying.

The curator nodded in satisfaction: "Bai Ze did not make a mistake in recruiting you. You are a positive human being."

But there is a buddhist leader, and I have a thread to use for being positive!

"Why do you still need to recruit staff for a Buddhist museum?" Ling Muyu couldn't help but laugh. "You don't intend to run the museum well. What's the use of recruiting staff?"

Dan Xiao copied his hands and said mysteriously: "There are always some things that we can't think of and can't do, so we need a manager." For example, cooking.

Ling Muyu complained: "To put it bluntly, I just want a handyman."

Dan Xiao thought for a while, and felt that his administrator's summary was very incisive, so he nodded.

Ling Muyu put away the notepad where the work plan was written, got up from the mat with an expression of "I'm so tired, I won't love again", and floated to the desk like a wandering spirit.

The frustrated look of the administrator made Dan Xiao feel unbearable. After thinking for a while, he decided to tell the whole story: "Ling Muyu, even if I want to build the Shanhai Museum into a world-class museum, there is no way. The museum does not have human currency, so it cannot pay you. The price written on the budget sheet."

"Boom—" Ling Muyu slammed her whole body on the desk.

Dan Xiao stood up and quickly disappeared into the administrator's office at a completely different speed than usual. The administrator Tuliu Ling was lying on the desk without wind and in a mess.

Lack of money is really the biggest problem of all time.

A rich man is hard to be a man without money.

Without money, not to mention decorating the exhibition hall, you can't even afford lunch.

"No wonder the curator wants to eat my lunch. He must have no money to buy vegetables. He only has a bunch of leeks on hand and he doesn't know how to fry them."

Ling Muyu, who was devastated by the blow, moved a chair from the office to the main exhibition hall, sat next to the specimen, hugged its neck, licked its fur and complained.

At this moment, he is only worried that his work plan cannot be implemented, and he has never thought about how the curator will get his monthly salary of [-] yuan if he has no money.

"Why does the curator have the money to build the palace but not to run the museum? Then what's the point of him opening the museum?" Ling Muyu turned to look at Lei's cute profile, and touched, "Is it really just for collecting figures? "

"Alas..." Ling Muyu sighed one hundred and zero.

Dan Xiao stood at the back door with his hands behind his back, his thin lips tightly pursed. This bold administrator complained about him all morning, and it was time for lunch, and he hadn't finished complaining yet.

Whether this person eats or not, if not, he will eat it by himself!

Do you want to eat or not?

Of course we eat!

Ling Muyu was depressed all morning, he was already hungry. When he was a child, his grandmother always taught him—no matter what happened to him, don’t starve himself. You can’t think of a solution if you are hungry. .

Regarding this point, Ling Muyu deeply agrees.

He tidied up the messy fur of the specimen, stood up from the chair, picked up the chair, turned around and saw Dan Xiao, "Curator?"

Dan Xiao said, "It's time to eat."

Ling Muyu: "..."

The Buddhist curator is not Buddhist at all when he eats.

The two of them carried the chair empty-handed and returned to the office silently. Ling Muyu heated up the food he had brought in the microwave oven, put it on the food table, and sat on the floor facing Dan Xiao.

Dan Xiao looked at each lunch box with chopsticks, and asked, "Where's the fish? Didn't you cook fish?"

"Here." Ling Muyu pointed to a glass lunch box and said, "Octopus fried in sauce."

Dan Xiao: "..."

"Octopus is also called fish!" Ling Muyu said, "It's delicious, spicy and delicious."

Dan Xiao dubiously took an octopus and ate it in his mouth...

Then he clipped a second one.

Ling Muyu smiled, and her mood improved obviously, "How about it, is it delicious? This is what my grandma taught me."

"It's delicious." Dan Xiao praised without hesitation, picked up a chopstick of stir-fried beef with coriander, and showed a puzzled expression at the scrambled eggs with leeks placed next to the beef, "This..."

"Here are the leeks you gave me. I made scrambled eggs with leeks. You can try it." Ling Muyu said and stared at Dan Xiao.

Dan Xiao paused for a moment, looked at Ling Muyu in surprise, then picked up a chopstick and ate "scrambled eggs with leeks", and was surprised to find that fried eggs like this were quite delicious.

Then it was time for Ling Muyu to be surprised.

I saw Dan Xiao taking one bite to the left and one bite to the right, eating fried octopus in sauce, stir-fried beef with coriander, Kung Pao chicken, and scrambled eggs with leeks in turn, but he didn't show any signs of being full.

Ling Muyu couldn't help wondering whether the memory of the alien implanted in him who was full after eating a bite of scrambled eggs with leeks yesterday.

He didn't believe in evil, and took another bite of scrambled eggs with leeks...

Very good, he was full, and the whole table of dishes - except stir-fried bitter gourd - was cheaper for Dan Xiao.

"Don't you think there's something weird about this scrambled egg with leeks?" Ling Muyu asked unwillingly.

"No, it's quite delicious." Dan Xiao's handsome face put on an innocent look, coupled with the frailty between his brows, it's really weak and lovable.

Ling Muyu gave up and just assumed that what she ate was scrambled eggs with fake leeks.

After Dan Xiao finished eating, he went to wash the dishes, and Ling Muyu stared at the almost uneaten stir-fried bitter gourd in a daze.

"I'm going out tomorrow, you have to be safe here alone." Dan Xiao came back after washing the dishes, and told him.

Ling Muyu snorted, suddenly remembered Bai Ze, and asked, "Curator, where's Bai Ze? I haven't seen him in two days since I've been here." People didn't see him, but making trouble was enough to give him a sense of presence.

"Then I'll ask Bai Ze to come back tomorrow." Dan Xiao thought for a while, then took out a few red fruits from his sleeve and gave them to Ling Muyu, "You can eat these, don't eat them today, and eat them tomorrow morning."

"Thank you." Ling Muyu looked at the fruit in his hand that was as big as black pudding, and the red skin was very transparent under the light, and asked, "What is this?"

Dan Xiao said: "Shatang."

Ling Muyu: "Huh?"