"Send someone to China to see if the "Picture of Proverbs for Women's History" is the one that leaked out of our British Museum!"
"Are there any of you who are guarding theft?"
"Director, do you think it's possible that the painting disappeared together with it last time? Otherwise, it wouldn't have arrived in China overnight!"
Mark Jones and Robert just want to blame themselves.
They cannot afford to be this scapegoat.
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The so-called rich second generation can be roughly divided into two categories.
One is the rich second generation who have received higher education since childhood and then truly matured.
There is also a kind of person who started to drift before his parents had drifted.
Song Haoyang belongs to the latter.
"Honey, I heard that there is a museum that is very popular recently. Let's go and check it out!"
Song Haoyang hugged a graceful woman next to him. In the early winter weather, she was still wearing thin stockings and the makeup on her face was slightly thick.
He said calmly:
"Why are you going to the museum? Didn't you say you like motorcycles yesterday? I plan to take you to see my friend's motorcycle again!"
"I took pictures on the motorcycle. I heard that the museum is very popular. I want to take pictures and check in!"
It seems that Song Haoyang just accepted this little act of coquettishness, and in the end he could only raise his hands and surrender:
"Okay, okay, let's go to the museum!"
Qin's Museum.
"Is it a private museum? If you like it, I'll ask the boss if he'll consider selling it, and I'll buy it for you to check in with!"
"It's true, brother is so good to me, mua~"
After patting Weiwei's buttocks, Song Haoyang swallowed.
This woman was so good, he felt like he was being manipulated by something.
In the past, he would change his girlfriend every week, but now, after dating for almost half a month, he still couldn't let go of the other girl's cute mouth.
Seeing that it was a private museum, Song Haoyang started to drift away.
Although the decoration is pretty good, it is probably only a matter of tens of millions. To him, tens of millions is not a big deal.
It's enough to make a beautiful woman smile.
Even when he was chasing girls, he bought a lot of real estate and other properties, and miraculously made money, so his father didn't stop him from having fun.
Didn’t it say so on the Internet?
How can the rich generation ensure that their family fortune is not ruined by the second generation?
The simplest way is to ask him to find female celebrities or female Internet celebrities. As long as he is not allowed to start a business, anything can be said.
Two 88-yuan tickets are as good as free to him.
Upon entering the museum, Weiwei began to pose in various poses and asked Song Haoyang to take photos of her.
The two of them didn't care at all about Li Bai's authentic works and Wu Zetian's jade seal. Weiwei only thought about how to take good-looking photos and how to post them on WeChat Moments to highlight her cultural personality.
And Song Haoyang only thinks about how to make this girl happy. Only if she is happy now will he be happy at night.
"Honey, this cat is so cute, I want to take a photo with her!"
Xueer was playing in the museum at this time, and then Weiwei saw her.
But although it was a little male cat and was very clingy to many female tourists, Xueer was a little displeased with Weiwei.
When Weiwei wanted to hug it, it ran away immediately.
Weiwei couldn't bear this.
So he started to act coquettishly with Song Haoyang,
"Dear, do you want to take a photo with it~"
That sound was so loud that it almost took off.
"I'll help you catch it~"
So the two began to play a game of catch the cat in the museum, running from the yard to the exhibition hall.
The huge running of the two caught Qin Luo's attention.
This is a museum, how can you run like this?
"Two tourists, this is a museum, we'd better not run around so violently!"
Qin Luo felt that he was quite polite, but Song Haoyang felt that the person in front of him had disturbed his elegance.
"I'm catching a cat, please stop beeping and help me catch that cat. I'll give you 10,000 yuan!"
He felt that ten thousand yuan was a lot, and it should be easy to let an ordinary person catch the cat for him.
? ? ? ? ?
What the hell?
Give yourself 10,000 yuan to catch Xueer?
"Why are you catching the cat?"
“My girlfriend wants to take a photo with it, hurry up, I’ll transfer the money to you if I catch it!”
Song Haoyang was a little impatient. If he didn't catch it, the cat would disappear. By then, the little baby would be unhappy, and the older baby would also be unhappy at night.
"Sir, I am the curator here. It is forbidden to run inside our museum, and our museum does not provide a service for cats to take photos with tourists, so please visit quietly, okay?"
At this time, Song Haoyang felt that his face had been provoked.
curator?
What happened to the curator?
Open a crappy museum and buy the museum with just a snap of your fingers.
"Do you know who my father is? If I ask you to arrest you, you will be arrested. How much will you sell your museum for? I will buy your entire museum?"
Damn it!
Qin Luo felt that this kind of plot would only appear in novels.
Is this some kind of fake rich second generation thing?
You said you were going to buy a house and cosmetics.
What do you pretend to be when you go to a museum?
"Sir, I remind you again, this is a museum and we have visiting rules. If you don't want to visit, please get out!"
"Also, who is your father? That may be your mother's secret forever!"
Weiwei's slightly questioning look directly made Song Haoyang explode.
This is a loss of face in front of his own woman.
"My dad is the owner of Taihua Shopping Mall. If you ask around Sioux City, it will not be easy to buy a museum from you. Please tell me a price, whether it is 30 million or 50 million, and I will give you the money now!"
Hey~
Qin Luo sighed heavily.
How come there is such a shady rich second generation?
Who is your father and what does it have to do with me? It couldn't be me anyway.
"I'm sorry, sir, the museum doesn't sell it, and I ask you to get out!"
With that said, Qin Luo started calling Wang Lei and Tang Chao, two tool men and security guards.
"Let me go, let me go, do you know who I am?"
"I'm telling you, when I buy this museum, I will fire you all!"
"Do you know Taihua Mall? That is my family's property!"
"Aren't you just two stinky security guards? Not only will I fire you, but I will also make it impossible for you to survive in Sioux City!"
"Stinky security guard, let me go!"
If it were an ordinary security guard, he might really hesitate. After all, Taihua Mall is indeed quite famous in Sioux City.
But these two security guards are not ordinary security guards. They are graduate students at Qinghua University and follow the teacher all day long. What kind of thing have you not seen in the market?
I'm afraid of you, a rich second generation.
So the two of them dragged Song Haoyang from the museum to the door.
The girl named Weiwei followed with a look of disbelief on her face.
In so many days, this was the first time she saw her Kaizi kicked out like this.
In the past, as long as Song Haoyang reported his name, he would usually give him some face or not dare to offend him.
But today, no one cares about the face of this rich second generation.
