At the end of June, the weather was pretty clear, and a hint of restlessness flowed through the air, indicating that summer was coming.

But this has nothing to do with me.

At this time, I was wandering around in a huge museum. It was not because it was fun or idle, but mainly because I was assigned to complete the task. By the way, there was really nothing good to see here. The so-called cultural relics were all placed around, and each looked quite well. The origin and value of a certain item were marked seriously. If I hadn't seen the first one, I found the words "Made in Country" engraved by the pot, maybe I could have observed it for a while...

"Mr. Chen, what do you think?" A middle-aged fat man with a glossy face came to me with a smile and spoke.

I was stunned for a moment, and looked around. I was the only one in the museum. I couldn't help but wonder, "Are you talking to me?"

"Of course." The fat man rubbed his hands and muttered softly, "You are the only one."

I waved my hand and said, "Don't call me that, I'm not used to it."

"Young Master Chen, what do you think? Is this place okay?" The fat man looked at me next to me, winking at me, "You are definitely worth the money when you come here to relax."

I responded casually, "If you really want to make a great deal of money, I won't be the only one here."

The fat man suddenly fell to his senses and said weakly, "Isn't this being developed? One day there will be crowds of people."

"Unless there is a gold mine below, there will be no suckers coming until death." I couldn't help but joke and mutter softly, and suddenly I felt a little funny. So my dad is the sucker.

The fat man looked at me blankly, not understanding what I meant, and gritted his teeth and said, "In this way, when the people from your company come, I will give you 20% off. In addition to this museum, there is also a farm stay. Fishing, catching chickens and picking fruits ensures that you and your employees have food, drink and play."

I nodded, "That's more reliable. No one can see these fakes just by placing them. And that's not my company."

"It's your father's, it'll be Mr. Chen's sooner or later." Hearing my agreement, the fat man's eyes lit up and wanted to kiss me on my face, "Then let's just say that, Mr. Chen. Remember to help you with a few good words in front of Boss Chen, I'll wait for your good news."

I looked at him in confusion, nodded, thinking, as for what, just come with the company's employees for a day, the economic benefits will be only tens of thousands. Why bother to surround me like a grandson? My task today is to come and check the old man for a look, but when I came into this museum, I was no longer interested in reading. After talking to the fat man, I was ready to leave here.

This museum is located in a village in the suburbs of the city. It was called Yadou Village. It was originally quite backward, but later it became a farmhouse and became a little angry. Later, it seemed that some things were dug up. I don’t know which mentally retarded proposed to build a museum. It took me three or five years to build it. Later, I calculated that the cost of building the museum was not as good as opening a farmhouse in the past few years... It was also because of the museum that my old man was a little interested in this place and was planning to take a day to come and take a look. He was not very excited and wanted to mobilize the company to visit. Meiyu’s name is a day off to rest. When I talked about this, I couldn’t help but complain. Which employee would rather spend an hour or two drive to see these bottles and jars. They were all made in Z. It would be great to be happy to give bonuses directly - I don’t have to go over here and see such an annoying thing in advance.

Seeing that I was leaving, the fat man quickly followed me and took out an ancient pot with dirt at the booth, stuffed it into my hand, and said in a coquettish manner, "You have nothing to entertain here from afar, so this is a gift."

I took a look at the booth description, which was a product of the Western Zhou Dynasty. The texture in my hand looks like last week's...

"This is too precious, right?" I looked at the fat man expressionlessly, hoping that he could understand what I meant, so he took the initiative to take the ancient pot away. I was full and took a broken pot home, and it was so eye-catching that I wanted to use it as a decoration.

The fat man obviously didn't understand my intentions and patted me on the back with great cheerfulness, "Brother Chen is just now? Although this thing is precious, how can it compare to our fate?"

I gave him a blank look and just now I called him a young master, but now I have become an old man. The generations have not been separated by one or two points. I really hope that a broken pot would bribe me, right?

I don’t know if the fat man is really stupid or pretending, so he leaned enthusiastically beside me and walked out of the museum gate with me, “I’ll help you stop a taxi?”

"You go and go." I waved my hand and instinctively rolled his eyes. There are no taxis in this wilderness mountain where birds do not shit. Even the bus is one forty minutes, and it takes one or two kilometers to have a station.

The fat man originally wanted to stick to me, but seeing that I ignored him, he gave up and kept waving behind me, "Brother, walk slowly, come and play when you have time."

In this way, I carried a pot in my hand and walked on the country road. Before I knew it, it was noon. The sun was getting stronger and stronger. I picked up the pot in my hand to block the sun, but I didn't expect that the pot was not clean and rubbed with sand on it.

"Damn." I shook the fine sand on my hair and cursed softly. I had the urge to throw it away, but in the end I resisted it. Even if it was garbage, I couldn't throw it around casually. It was still a long way away from the station. I simply picked up my phone and lowered my head while walking. I was desperate to find that there was not much signal here, and it took several minutes to open a webpage.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew beside me, and I felt a flash in front of me. The next second, the phone that was originally in my hand disappeared out of thin air. A motorcycle appeared in front of me, and it was about to leave me at a speed of lightning.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that this was robbed by someone. I couldn't help but get angry. I have bought that mobile phone for three or four years, and I have feelings after all, although it's just a miscellaneous machine... From another perspective, how great can a robber who even wants to rob such a mobile phone in this life? If he drove a three-bangzi, I would have jumped on and gave him two big-eared melon seeds. The key is to drive a motorcycle. If he ran it alone, he would definitely not be able to catch up with it, and the distance was gradually lengthening.

"Grass." I subconsciously spitted out this word, and at the same time I also noticed the broken pot on my right hand. Isn't this a favorable weapon? Although it is a consumable and only one shot, it will test my accurate throwing level. Fortunately, I have practiced it since I was a child, throwing erasers in elementary school, throwing chalk in junior high school, and smashing chairs in high school... Ahem, I have never been afraid of throwing things anyway.

It was almost time for the time to say that, just as the robber drove away from my farthest throwing range, I lifted the broken pot without saying a word and threw it out, drawing a perfect arc in the air. I was also lucky. I hit the man's head without bias. He screamed and fell to the ground with the man and the car, moaning in pain.

I breathed a sigh of relief and came to him with a piss. Otherwise, there was no reason why I had to wear a hard helmet to drive. If he had just worn a helmet, it would be my turn to moan here in pain.
Chapter completed!