Chapter 21 Pulp Fiction


Chapter 21 Pulp Fiction
In the orphanage.

In the corridor outside the dean's office.

Emma was wearing a pure white dress and exquisite leather shoes. Her legs were elegantly crossed. She seemed calm and elegant, but the hem of the skirt that was clenched tightly by her fingers betrayed her inner peace.

At this time, in the office opposite her, the dean's angry and dissatisfied voice was heard.

Do you want to stay here for a few more days?
Thinking of this, Emma's brows became slightly gloomy.

His uncle seems a bit unreliable
“NO!”

In the office, the dean's voice was filled with obvious dissatisfaction and determination: "With the group of gangsters who just stayed with you, there is no way I can hand over the child to you!"

"Hey? Pay attention to the tone of your words, Dean," Lango's helpless voice immediately sounded, "They just heard that I was coming to pick up Emma and came to congratulate me."

Then he pointed at the dean and raised his eyebrows: "And how can you assume their occupation? Although they dress a little exaggeratedly, you can't just think that they are gangsters when you see black people. This is a bit racist. ”

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The dean's face instantly turned ugly after hearing this. Before he could explain, Lange continued: "Speaking of which, there are women among those black people. What you just said may even risk discriminating against women. Be careful with your words and actions. Ah, Mr. Dean.”

"you"

The dean took a deep breath, then turned sideways and deliberately did not look at him, "It's useless no matter how much you say, I can't leave the children in the courtyard to a dangerous person like you!"

"Fake! You guy"

When Teddy heard this, he was immediately unhappy and wanted to say something back, but his mouth was immediately covered by Rango.

After shaking his head slightly at him, Lange took out the letter of guarantee written by the museum director that morning and handed it to his desk.

"You should have had an appointed social worker know about my current job, so I think you must know Mr. Carl McPhee."

The director frowned and turned to glance at Lango. As the director of the orphanage who received a lot of donations every year, he certainly knew who McPhee was.

Director of the New York Museum of History and Culture, deputy director of the North American Conservation Institute, a well-known celebrity in the cultural world, and a member of New York's upper class.

The most important thing is that he is also very keen on charity and regularly donates multiple amounts of cash almost every year for environmental protection and orphan education.

Sensing the subtle change in his eyes, Lango tapped the envelope on the table gently and suggested with a smile, "This is a letter of guarantee written by Director McPhee a few hours ago, so he can guarantee it for me. Can it make you change your mind?"

The dean glanced at the envelope on the table suspiciously and did not answer him. Instead, he picked up the envelope and opened it and read it again.

As the reading progressed, the shock in his eyes became increasingly difficult to conceal.

In the letter, Director McPhee spoke very highly of the man in front of him, saying that he not only works hard, strives for progress, and does not have any bad habits, but also attaches great importance to his family and family ties. He is a very outstanding young man
Looking at him With increasingly shocked expressions on their faces, Lange and Teddy exchanged a knowing glance, and a confident smile appeared at the corners of their mouths involuntarily.

Although I haven't read the content of the letter, their curator's character is definitely not the kind of person who stabs him in the back. He must have praised him highly in the letter.

But in fact, strictly speaking, the contents of the envelope are not bad.

On his first night at the museum, he managed to bring all the resurrected collections into perfect condition, and received a salary increase within a few days. It is true to say that he worked hard and forged ahead.

As for bad habits?

He doesn't drink alcohol or take drugs. He has never tried Ye Zi. At most, he just smokes cigarettes. Compared with those young people of the same age, he can be said to be a moral pioneer.

It's even more true that he values ​​family ties. In order to successfully adopt Emma, ​​he bought a house, a car, and found a job. Not to mention the time it took, he spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on money alone. This doesn't value what it means to value.

"Dean?"

Lange asked tentatively: "Look, am I qualified now?"

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The dean was silent for a moment, seeming to be making the final balance in his mind, and finally said slowly: "I will appoint a social worker to visit your home regularly. If any contraband is found in your home or Emma shows resistance to you, I will apply. against you in federal court."

"Of course!"

Lango was too lazy to listen to this guy's long speech. He stood up and stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for taking care of Emma during this time. If you don't mind, I will take her back first."

"Wait a minute," the dean immediately shook his head. Just when Lange thought something was going to happen again, the old man took out a pile of documents from the drawer and said, "Sign your names before leaving."

Lango shrugged, took the pen, and signed his name on the documents one by one.

With the final touch, he officially became Emma's guardian, which also meant that in addition to Teddy and Megan, there was another family member in the family.

As for the dozens of earthbound spirits?
That is a tenant, and of course cannot be confused with a family member.

It is worth mentioning that he originally thought that even if he took out the director's letter of guarantee, he might still have to spend a lot of words to convince the rigid dean.

The result now seems that the East and the West are the same, they are all damned human society.
A moment later. There's a cheerful atmosphere inside the pickup truck.

Lange looked through the rearview mirror and saw Emma fastening her seat belt gracefully. He cleared his throat and asked warmly: "Is there anywhere you want to go? Emma, ​​we can take a nice stroll before going home." "

Gazing past the orphanage outside the window, which had drifted away and its door was closed, Emma's lips bloomed with a sweet smile, and her eyes shone with anticipation.

She rolled her eyes and replied softly: "Uncle, I want to have pizza, is that okay?"

"sure!"

Lange's eyes were doting and he said: "You can eat whatever you want. After dinner, we will go to the mall. If you want to buy any clothes or toys, just ask, uncle can satisfy you!"

"Uncle is the best."

Lango, who was recognized, glanced proudly at Teddy in the co-pilot. It seemed that adoption was not as complicated as he thought, and he could just follow her wishes.

As the car speeds down the road, the shadow of the orphanage gradually blurs.

Not long after, the group came to New York City and found a popular fast food restaurant.

Lango ordered every flavor of pizza in their store. Because it needed to be freshly baked, the waiting time might be a bit long, so he ordered a few more milkshakes.

After taking two sips, Lango's eyes unconsciously fell on Emma opposite him.

Compared with her peers, Emma's behavior was not out of the ordinary. She held the straw and sucked in small mouths, with the grace and calmness that made her look like a lady.

Feeling his gaze, Emma raised her head and blinked and asked, "What's wrong, uncle?"

"It's okay." Lange smiled and shook his head, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart. "You are very similar to your mother. You both have a pair of black and sparkling eyes."

"Mother."

Hearing this somewhat unfamiliar title, Emma was silent for a while and then asked: "I have never seen her before."

"She is a great woman, and I will tell you her story when I have time in the future."

"Um."

Time passed quietly, and Emma seemed to have lost the excitement she felt when she first left the orphanage. Instead, she was immersed in her own thoughts, quietly tasting the milkshake in her hand.

Lange also wisely remained silent, fearing that any of his words would touch her psychological trauma.

After a while, Emma suddenly said: "It's so annoying."

"What do you hate?" Rango was curious.

"Awkward silence", Emma gently traced the edge of the glass with her finger, with a bit of confusion in her tone, "Why do you have to talk to avoid being embarrassed?"

"Good question." Lange shrugged and shook his head: "But I don't understand the reason. Maybe it's because I'm not familiar with it yet."

Emma smiled when she heard this, and then said: "Maybe when two people have a tacit understanding, they can close their mouths and enjoy a moment of silence."

Hearing this, Lange was slightly stunned, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

But fortunately, Emma seemed to notice his embarrassment and spoke first: "Can I have a taste of your milkshake, uncle?"

"Huh? Oh, of course!"

Lango handed over the milkshake that he had drunk more than half, and after taking two sips from his straw, Emma's eyes widened and said: "Your taste is much better than mine! Uncle, I want to switch with you." "

As she spoke, she pushed the remaining cup in front of her.

Seeing her child-like behavior, Lange smiled and didn't dwell on what she just said.

He glanced at his watch and was about to urge the waiter to serve the meal when a harsh exclamation suddenly sounded in the restaurant.

A man and a woman not far away suddenly stood up, drew their pistols, and viciously threatened everyone present:

"Robbery! Everyone, stop moving!"

"AnyofyouF**kingpricksmoveandI'llexecuteeverymotherf**kinglastoneofyou! (Whoever dares to mess with me, I will fucking kill!)"

(Emma Grossman, from the movie (The Bad Seed), played by Mckenna Grace, who has starred in Peggy in "Young Sheldon" and "Girls")
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