Chapter 47-46° Do overseas cultural relics need to go home? (3)

A man favored by God, a typical domineering boss, and born into the famous old aristocratic family of Norin Platinum.

Outside, he is called "Sir".

He enjoyed all the enjoyments that human beings can enjoy, and life became boring from then on. He became keen on finding fun, and his bottom line for finding fun became lower and lower, and even gradually began to be built on the suffering of others.

And recently, he found something interesting again.

——It was a painting of a lady from his museum. When he saw her for the first time, he clearly saw the woman in the painting leaning out of the painting and looking at him timidly. He felt his increasingly withered heart begin to beat again.

This is his oriental muse, the ignorant and pure angel, and his salvation!

"Curtis!" The girl in the painting spoke in a clear voice and stretched out her white arms to wrap around the man's neck.

"Are you really going to give me a grand wedding of the century?" Her eyes were filled with tiny fragments of light: "I'm going to invite all my friends to come!"

"Of course, my dear." Curtis reached out and scratched the tip of the girl's nose: "How should I invite them?"

"Be sure to invite them before the full moon night the day after tomorrow!" She laughed defenselessly, "Because after that they will go home from the museum."

"I must hand them the invitation before then. By the way, I'm going to ask for leave and say I'm not going back. I want to stay here with my dear Curtis for the rest of my life!"

Going home from the museum?

Curtis' eyes moved, a hint of interest flashed across them, and he felt that new fun was about to appear.

After sending the lady away with a few words, Curtis sat on the luxurious leather sofa, folded his hands and rested them on his chin. He thought for a full 10 minutes, then waved his hand, called the butler over, and whispered a few words in his ear.

…

Two days later.

After the entire museum was announced to be closed, the employees inside did not go off work as usual. Instead, they hurried around and notified everyone to hold meetings.

The entire museum remains brightly lit.

"What's going on? Are museums also working overtime?"

"Isn't it closed? Why aren't you leaving yet? How can you escape?"

"Really? I'm so anxious."

"I have worked in a museum during the holidays. Usually, when a senior leader wants to visit, it is more convenient to choose a time when the museum is closed, and the place does not need to be cleared."

"Why did the big boss come today?"

The refrigerator standing in the corner quietly acted like a vending machine. It cast its consciousness onto the statue of the scholar, and sure enough, it saw the statue secretly winking at it.

Sure enough, the visitor had bad intentions.

The museum received information at noon today that Mr. Stephen Rashed, a vassal of Sir Norinbren's family and the son of the butler, would come to visit the museum.

So the entire museum acted like a leader's inspection, busying itself with preparations. At 7 p.m., they rolled out a red carpet on the ground, and stood at the door waiting with smiles on their faces.

In the past, these big shots were always late when they came to visit. The curator stood at the door and thought he would have to wait for more than half an hour. Unexpectedly, Rashed's car stopped at the door of the museum just as the time was up.

The curator was stunned for a moment, and a smile immediately broke out on his face.

"Oh, dear Mr. Rashed, you are welcome to come and visit. You know, for such distinguished guests, the door of the museum is always open to you!"

A greasy, fat middle-aged man got off the car. He was wearing a white suit that was stretched to its deformed shape. After getting off the car, he put on a greasy smile on his face.

"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Curator. I'm here for the great Sir Norin Borland." He walked up and gave the curator a big hug, but took the opportunity to whisper an explanation in his ear.

"You know, the young master took a portrait of a beauty from here a few days ago. I came here today for no other reason than to see if there are any other stocks."

The two exchanged ambiguous looks, indicating that they understood each other.

"The greatest value of those rags is that they can make Master Norin Bolan happy."

The two shook hands again and began walking on the red carpet towards the main entrance of the museum.

only--

When he was halfway there, the obese son of the housekeeper, Nuo Shede, suddenly felt something wrong with his feet. It wasn't the soft feeling of the red carpet, but hard and slippery...

Get out!

Bang!

Nuoshede was like a fat seal. He slipped and fell to the ground smoothly!

"Whata***!" Nuo Shede cursed subconsciously. He stretched out his hand to support himself and tried to stand up. When his hand touched the carpet, he found that what he touched was a thin layer of ice!

What's going on? It's still autumn, how can there be ice outdoors?

"Oh, my goodness, Mr. Noscheid, are you all right?"

The curator was panic-stricken and rushed over, but he also stepped on the icy red carpet. He was caught off guard and slipped as well!

Then he sat directly on Nuoshede who had not yet gotten up!

The two of them were lying on the ground like a pile of human figures, moving their limbs around, especially Nuoshede, who was serving as a cushion. His tongue was almost stuck out from being pressed down.

"Get off me, you pig!" Noshede yelled, "How did you manage this? You didn't even notice the red carpet was frozen!"

Security personnel on both sides rushed over, helped them up, and cleared the chaos at the scene.

Nuo Shede snorted coldly, patted the water stains on his body, and strode towards the main entrance of the museum.

The main entrance of the museum is made of two very magnificent bronze doors, but in fact they are very light. When he arrived at the door, Nuoshede directly grasped the door handle with one hand and opened the door with the same strength as before. As a result, he almost sprained his waist when he pulled it!

Why can't this door be opened today?

He looked carefully and found that there was a thick layer of ice on the side of the door, which blocked the gap between the door and the door frame!

Things started to go wrong.

Nuo Shede narrowed his eyes, making his eyes, which were already squeezed by the fat on his face, look even smaller.

"It looks like someone is trying to delay time... Security, hurry up and pry the door open!"

Someone cleverly poured a basin of hot water on the door, and it thawed quickly. During the special reception period, the museum staff were assigned to other places, so they had no idea how the door got frozen.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Nuo Shede had a gloomy face and strode towards the exhibition hall where Chinese cultural relics were exhibited. Because of the ice, they were delayed for 5 minutes, which forced him to speed up his pace, and the fat all over his body trembled as a result.

"Please don't be angry. I'll lead the way for you." The curator wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trotted a few steps ahead, and opened the door of the exhibition hall in front.

Then he took a quick peek inside and took a deep breath!

hiss--

Nuo Shede noticed that something was wrong with the curator, raised his eyes and asked him in an unhappy tone: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing... nothing."

The curator forced a smile, but his voice was trembling and his legs were weak.

"I...I will be your commentator!"

Just after saying this, the curator's clothes on the back were already wet with cold sweat!

Just by taking a quick glance inside, the curator knew—something was a big mess!

He knew that this exhibition hall was filled with things from that great Eastern country, including various murals, porcelain, stone carvings, etc., all of which revealed a subtle beauty.

But it seems that they have all been switched!

Although I only took a quick look and didn't see clearly what it was replaced with, it was definitely different from the original one!

No, he must keep such a big thing secret!

We have to wait until the leader leaves before we can talk about recovering the money!

"Come in first, I'll explain it to you..."

After entering the exhibition hall, the curator plucked up the courage to take another look, and this time, he finally knew what these cultural relics had been replaced with!

"Oh shit, it's all refrigerators!"

"This is the first time I've seen so many refrigerators!"

『Cultural Relics Exhibition Hall (×) Refrigerator Exhibition Hall ()』

In each glass display case, what is displayed are not the cultural relics of the past, but refrigerators of various shapes!

These refrigerators, some big and some small, some tall and some short, stand quietly on the table, making slight internal mechanical operating sounds.

After entering the exhibition hall, Nuo Shede stopped and looked around the entire venue with a confused expression.

"Director, why do these exhibits look like electric ice--"

“These are all authentic cultural relics!”

Before Nuo Shede could finish his words, the curator Gao Sheng interrupted him and pretended to be passionate.

“No one understands these artifacts better than me!”

"Next, please allow me to introduce you!"

After saying this, the curator was panicking inside, but he looked as calm as an old dog, looking at Nuoshede with a convincing look.

Then he successfully fooled Nuoshede.

"Is... is that so?" After a moment of silence, Nuo Shede chose to trust the professionals: "Then you can introduce it to me."

Got fooled!

The curator breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he took Nuo Shede to the No. 1 cultural relic according to the order of the explanation, and began to explain (nonsense).

In the display case of cultural relic No. 1, there is a bronze cylindrical refrigerator. It is short and fat, and it looks like it can freeze a lot of meat.

The curator glanced at the label and then gave a confident introduction.

"This is a bronze bell. It was originally hung in the pagoda. It can be struck so that the sound can be heard by the whole village."

I have to say that these commentaries are very accurate. It seems that this curator is not a fake, but...

Nuoshede stood in front of the "bronze bell", stretched out his hand with some doubt, and knocked on the refrigerator door, but only two muffled and subtle knocking sounds were heard.

"With just this little noise... can the whole village hear it?"

"Everyone in this village, young and old, has super hearing, right?"

Nuo Shede's expression was very puzzled.

The curator wiped his sweat and immediately agreed.

"It's this one... no, this bell is too old and has gone silent. It doesn't ring anymore. Let's go and look at the next collection."

The two walked to the next display case.

As soon as it noticed that the two people's eyes were moving away, the bronze refrigerator on display cabinet No. 1 twisted its body very dissatisfiedly, as if in protest.

It's not dumb!

Just 5 minutes ago, before it was turned into a refrigerator, it was still very loud!

Seeing the bronze bell twisting happily, the refrigerator made a sound, signaling for the bronze bell to be more restrained. After all, keeping all the cultural relics in the exhibition hall in the shape of a refrigerator would consume a lot of electricity!

That's right, with various time-delaying measures such as freezing the red carpet in the refrigerator and sealing the door with ice.

It successfully brought together all the Chinese cultural relics in the exhibition hall——

They all turned into refrigerators!