Chapter 113 The change of security guard’s identity, the curator’s expectations!
“That guy is a nice guy, and he’s a good friend worth getting to know.”
"Please, you just had dinner together and then complained about your girlfriends. Does this mean you can have a deep relationship with each other?"
"We'll find out when you get a girlfriend in the future. By the way, weren't you pursuing Rebecca, the commentator at the front desk? Why is there no movement again?"
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In the car going to the museum, the co-pilot Teddy's originally chatting and laughing expression changed instantly. After struggling for a few times, he finally spoke with a bit of embarrassment in his voice: "Actually, we get along pretty well. I even... I went to her house for a coffee, but I felt a little inappropriate with her."
Hearing this, Lange immediately said with contempt: "Come on, you just don't want to give up an entire forest for a tree. You thought you had changed your gender and wanted to find a girlfriend to settle down, but it turned out to be OneNightSex again."
"Hey, you can't blame me entirely for this. You can only blame it. OK, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you."
Teddy lit a cigarette and said with a sad face: "In order to visit his house that day, I bought a suit specially and made the most handsome appearance ever."
"Everything went smoothly after that. We shared a bottle of red wine, and then we kissed on the sofa while chatting."
"In a short time, the battlefield moved from the sofa to the bed. Up to this point, everything was going smoothly, but"
"In the middle of the session, Rebecca suddenly asked me to take the ring off because she felt a little uncomfortable."
Hearing this, Lange shrugged and said: "Wearing a ring does make people uncomfortable, etc."
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Teddy's palm, except for the thumb, the other four fingers were knitted together, "Was it really a ring that went in at that time?"
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Teddy took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and said in a depressed tone: "Actually, it was my belt that hurt her at that time."
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Lange nodded wordlessly, and then said seriously: "I never want to hear your love story again."
Outside the museum.
After telling McQueen to find a parking spot and not party during the day, Lango took Teddy into the museum that had not been renovated.
The curator called him early in the morning to inform him to come to the museum. Judging from the tone of his voice on the phone, there should be something very important.
After entering the museum, Teddy immediately took small steps and prepared to quickly leave the service desk not far away, but was spotted by Rebecca from behind.
"Teddy——"
This mature female commentator in her forties was dressed very gorgeously today. She made a stunning appearance in a bright red dress paired with dark stockings. Her breasts were vaguely exposed with an eye-catching career line, and her face was wearing an unprecedented amount of makeup. .
Not to mention, she looks like she has the charm of a mature woman all over her body.
She called softly, her eyes full of tenderness and expectation, "I booked tickets for a late-night movie tonight and bought some 'toys' you like. Wait for me at home tonight and I'll pick you up."
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Teddy looked at Rebecca, who was almost in front of him, and immediately looked aside for help, but Lango, who was still beside him, had long since disappeared.
bite--!
The elevator door opened, and Lang Geshun looked over the railing downstairs.
There, Teddy was being held in Rebecca's arms and being ravaged, and the posture almost pulled out his battery.
"Belt? Hahaha."
Thinking of what Teddy said just now, Lango shook his head in amusement, knocked on the door of the curator's office, then opened the door and walked in.
In the office, the curator was sitting behind the desk, looking through ancient books from an unknown era. But what was different from the past was that a woman the size of a finger was sitting on his shoulders, swinging her legs and following him. Discuss the various deeds recorded in the book.
"Director?" Lange whispered to the loving couple.
"Here we come, let's find a place to sit first." The curator's attention was entirely on the ancient books in front of him, and he spoke to him without raising his head.
Lange didn't care, casually pulled up a chair and sat across from him.
After his trip to the mysterious island, his already good relationship with the curator became much closer.
But in fact, strictly speaking, on the mysterious island, he did not help the curator at all. Even when he was desperate in the final pursuit, it was Captain Nemo and his Nautilus who came out to rescue him.
He didn't arrive until he was completely safe, and Lango didn't understand why he was so grateful to him.
After about ten minutes, the curator looked at the slightly impatient Lange opposite, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "You should cultivate your patience more. Why are you so impatient at such a young age?" ”
"Isn't it just because of my age that I'm anxious?"
Lange smiled, and then asked directly: "Did something happen? Don't tell me. You want to go on an adventure again on a whim, and you still need a bodyguard. I'm busy recently."
The curator smiled and shook his head, "No, I won't go to any dangerous places even if I explore in the future."
As he spoke, he glanced at Mary beside him with tenderness in his eyes, then took out a check from the drawer and gently pushed it in front of Lango. "This was sent by Jones' personal lawyer before, and he plans to donate it to the museum as a security fund. Of course, this is just a nice way of saying it and it can also legally avoid taxes. You can just think of him as this trip to the mysterious island. Just give him the employment fee."
Lango took the check, glanced at the long string of zeros, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I always thought that I was a rich person, but compared with you, I found that I am not even a middle-class person."
"Hahaha, do you want to know how I am worth billions?" the curator asked with a smile.
Lange shook his head and saw the cheerful old guy in front of him jokingly: "Because my dad is a billionaire. After I paid the inheritance tax, I also lost a lot of money in starting a business, and I became a billionaire."
"OK, I know you are not a business person."
After Lango smiled, he flicked the check in front of him and was about to leave. However, the curator changed the topic and said seriously: "Lango, although this is a lot of money, I have a suggestion. I don't know what you want." Don’t want to hear it.”
Lango stopped smiling and looked at the old man in front of him seriously.
Just when the curator thought he might not want to hear it, Lange said: "Director, you can say whatever you want. There is no need to be so polite. I still like your irritable and indifferent look before. You are so kind to me now." I’m really not used to being polite.”
"Who said I was very irritable before?" The curator winked at him, indicating not to say this in front of Princess Mary.
Then, he tapped the table and said to Lango with deep meaning in his eyes: "I learned from Jones that you just sold a large number of antiques, and you have tens of millions of dollars at least. For you, these five million I can’t say it’s dispensable, but it’s certainly not essential.”
Under Lango's puzzled gaze, he pointed to the museum outside, "Instead of using this money to buy luxury cars and mansions, you might as well donate it again as a museum reconstruction fund."
"Walt? Aren't there already many people who have donated money?" Lange looked puzzled and asked puzzledly: "And it's just a few walls damaged, so there's no need to spend millions."
"Of course it won't cost that much, but the money is not for use, but for others to see!"
The director said earnestly: "The board of directors has been preparing to replace a young director. Because of my status before, they didn't dare to take the initiative even if they wanted to change. But now"
Lange frowned when he saw this and said, "Have you lost power?"
"Huh? Of course not, it's just that I no longer want to be a curator, I just want to focus on the museum."
The curator shook his head, his eyes flashing with longing for the future: "I am ready to retire. I will go on a global trip with Mary and show her the natural scenery of our world."
His eyes fell gently on Princess Mary, and the two smiled at each other. The relationship between the old couple in the honeymoon period was still heating up rapidly.
Then, he said to Lango seriously: "I hope you can take over this baton and entrust the future of the museum to you. As long as you donate the money to make a show, then I will use my connections, including Jones Inside, paving the way for you to become a curator."
"Shall I be the director of the New York Museum of Natural History?"
Lange's face was full of astonishment, "Don't forget, I'm not a professional in this field. No, I haven't even finished college. How could the people on the board of directors agree?"
"Hahaha, Lange, it seems you don't have a clear understanding of the country under our feet."
The curator smiled and asked: "Do you know the female vice president in Washington?"
"The one named Harris?"
"That's right, do you know how she got to the position?"
The curator whispered something in his ear. After hearing this, Lango's face was filled with disbelief.
A politician's mistress actually became the vice president with the accumulation of money and resources?
"So, what else do you have to worry about Lango." The curator spread his hands and said: "Except for a few old scholars, most of the guys on the board of directors are businessmen in name only. Jones and I are the ones who will recommend you. In addition, If you give them some business, let alone you, even if Teddy becomes the curator, they won't object. "
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Lange shook his head helplessly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
This is why he doesn't like hanging out with these rich old men.
In this country, the rich have too much power, especially the old money.
However, he was quite moved by the curator's suggestion.
Director of the New York Museum of Natural History—Mr. Rango Winchester? !
When he thought of this title, Lange couldn't help but raise his brows excitedly, and solemnly promised, "No problem, since it is your request, the curator, then I am absolutely bound to take on this responsibility. If you need me to cooperate with you, just do it." explain."
Seeing this, the curator nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "I'm not asking you to charge into the battle and calm down. I'll take you to two cocktail parties in the past two days to meet more people."
"Okay!" Lange agreed without hesitation.
What happened was that I originally wanted to be a security guard and adopt my niece, but in the end, I was about to become a museum director out of nowhere.
The job promotion is too fast!
(End of chapter)