Chapter 727 Museum
Suddenly, Director Zhou’s eyes paused on Jiang Cheng’s chest. He hesitated for a moment and asked, “Are you a student of Professor Wu Jinzhong?”
Jiang Cheng then realized that he Hanging on his chest is the badge of Professor Wu's laboratory, "Yes, I am Professor Wu's student. He treats me like his own son."
It can be seen that Wu The professor and Director Zhou seemed to have a close relationship. After hesitating for a few seconds, Director Zhou said to Fatty Jiang Cheng: "Come in and talk, it's not convenient outside."
Going around in a circle, he walked into the library office Director Zhou waved his hand and motioned Jiang Cheng to sit next to him. After a pause, he whispered: "There are some things here that are not easy to talk about. Just listen to them and don't tell others."
"Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped." Jiang Cheng straightened his rocker and assured Director Zhou with a serious attitude of listening to the story.
Wu Qing came over and placed a cup of hot tea in front of Director Zhou.
"Thank you for your hard work, Wu Qing." Director Zhou nodded. After a while, he took a sip of tea, held the tea cup, looked at the woman very naturally and asked: "Are you going to have classes later? "
"I only have class tonight," Wu Qing replied.
"Senior." Jiang Cheng turned around and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry just now. It was my bad attitude. Can I treat you to milk tea?"
As he said this, Jiang Cheng took out his campus card and was about to hand it to her.
“No, thank you.” Wu Qing still had that otherworldly face, and was not interested in Jiang Cheng’s attentiveness at all.
"Wu Qing, don't let this classmate's kindness go down." Director Zhou rubbed his temples helplessly and said, this Wu Qing is good at everything, but she is quite stubborn and easy to get into trouble.
In the end, it was for Director Zhou's sake that Wu Qing left and agreed to buy milk tea. Before leaving, she seriously emphasized to Jiang Cheng that she didn't like milk tea, so she didn't need to invite Jiang Cheng.
"Trouble, please bring me a drink." Just when Wu Qing opened the door and was about to walk out in the next second, the fat man said weakly: "Just milk green, half sugar, no ice , put less beans inside.”
After a pause, the fat man swallowed, "Thank you, senior."
With a "bang", Wu Qing closed the door and left.
Finding that Director Zhou was looking at him, the fat man opened his innocent eyes wide. After a while, he seemed to react and explained: "Director, I am also a student of Professor Wu. I."
"Okay." Director Zhou waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to explain. Then, Jiang Cheng noticed that the director's face became a little strange, and his eyes gradually became blank.
“Before the establishment of Jiangtan University, this place already existed, but it was not a library, but a museum.”
"Folk Museum." Director Zhou said.
When he heard that it was not a funeral parlor or a mental hospital, the fat man's face slowly turned rosy, but then it seemed as if his neck was suddenly stuck, and the next second, it turned pale again.
Folklore Museum.
If I remember correctly, Huaiyi found several tasks on the website before, one of which was in the Folklore Museum.
It is said that a supernatural event occurred there, related to a strange bust.
"Folk Museum?" Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking too. It seemed that he had also thought of what the fat man thought of.
"Yes." Director Zhou seemed to be lost in memories, covering the teacup with both hands, "When we were planning to build Jiangtan University, we allocated a large piece of land for us. Of course, we also faced many challenges. Pressure.”
“There are some old buildings that are zoned in this area and cannot be moved. Negotiations are very difficult. This folk museum is one of them."
"And there is a very tricky point. The operator of this folk museum at the time was a foreigner."
Foreigners. We have a folk museum here, which sounds a little strange, but Jiang Cheng didn't react immediately and continued to listen to the director.
"People from the city and the school talked to him many times, but we couldn't reach an agreement. Later, they simply closed the door and stopped seeing us at all."
Director Zhou said Here, Wei Wei shook his head, "But he is just the operator, that is, the user, not the owner of this building."
"In other words, he just built this building. We rented the building and transformed it into a museum, not the owner of the building.”
“We found the owner of the building, and the other party readily agreed to our conditions. They also support our work very much.”
After listening for a while, the fat man finally understood. It was obvious that this foreigner was causing trouble.
"Later we gave him an ultimatum and told him that we would give him another week. If he didn't move the contents out by then, we would be rude."
"He was in a hurry this time. , rushed out and said, it will take at least 2 months, I hope we If we can be lenient to him, he can accept none of the compensation we propose."
"We only treat him as a delaying measure, and no one cares about him at all. In short, we will bring people here when the day comes. Sure enough, the door was locked and there was no movement inside."
“We were not polite to him and just tore down the door. Then he rushed out and blocked him like crazy. He also waved something like a dagger, but our people held him down. Then there was an over-the-shoulder fall." Curator Zhou sighed, "It was a coincidence. , he fell on his head and was sent to the hospital directly, where he remained in a coma.”
“Although no one wants to see something like this happen, the work must continue. The preparations for the construction of the museum have been much slower than originally planned.”
"After we simply packed up the exhibits inside, we began to arrange them according to the library. Batch after batch of books purchased from various places or collected and donated began to be placed on the bookshelves, and then placed in categories. It took about two weeks. Even if the library is initially operational, it has begun to lend out items. "
"The number in your hand is from that time." After a pause, Director Zhou looked at Jiang Cheng.
Looking at the numbered paper in his hand, Jiang Cheng did not expect that there was such a connection behind it.
As he spoke, Director Zhou dialed a phone number. After waiting for a long time, the other party answered. Director Zhou repeated the number to the other party and asked him to recall it.
"It's one of my seniors. He knows more about what happened back then than I do." Putting down the phone, Director Zhou explained to Jiang Cheng.
"I'm sorry for your trouble." Jiang Cheng expressed his gratitude.
Hearing what Jiang Cheng said, Director Zhou didn’t know if he remembered something or what. In short, his lips trembled slightly. After a moment, he shook his head again, took a long breath, and his voice suddenly He was a little hoarse: "If I could do it over again, I would rather the school not build a library than choose it here."
"Why?" Jiang Cheng suddenly had a premonition that the clouds were about to clear.
Director Zhou looked up at the door and whispered: "That foreigner, he has a problem." (End of Chapter)