The world was shocked: You call this a museum?

Chapter 1 Inheriting the Museum

"If you don't pay the rent this month, we will take this venue away."

A big man with scars all over his face was standing in front of Zhao Yan and said, the big gold chain around his neck was shining with golden light.

"Can you delay for another two months?" Zhao Yan said painfully.

"I've already given your father a lot of face. Young people can't do anything wrong... I have to inherit your father's museum. I regret what happened to your father, but as an elder, you should find a decent job."

The man with the scar sighed, put out the cigarette and slowly got on his Tiandi A6.

Zhao Yan sat on the steps and looked at the familiar surroundings.

This is a museum, but it has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is a private museum.

Zhao Yan's father was the original owner of the museum, and just three months ago, his father died in a car accident.

In the hospital, his father held Zhao Yan's hand tightly: "The museum is open, wait for that person to come back..."

"Dad, who is that man?"

Zhao Yan asked, but his father had already passed away, "Woo, Dad, can you finish your sentence first!"

This ancient and modern museum is the painstaking effort of my father all his life. However, my father has no talent in running museums. If it weren't for the frequent sponsorship of a few old customers, I'm afraid he would have passed away long ago.

Later, when the financial tsunami hit Jiangcheng, the museum had to sell some of its items to make ends meet.

"It's not just the rent, but also the bank loan...Dad, you're not cheating on your son like this." Zhao Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit them slowly.

"I have obtained my lawyer's qualification certificate. Besides, who will come to the museum these days? If they go, they will go to the national museum. Who will come to the private museum..." Zhao Yan was at a loss.

Zhao Yan was wearing a short-sleeved suit with the face of Guan Gong in Peking Opera printed on it. Perhaps he had been fascinated by it since he was a child. He was very interested in the history of the Three Kingdoms. He knew a lot about official history and unofficial history.

At this moment, another person came from a distance, this is a thin young man, he had a briefcase in his pocket.

He was wearing shiny black leather shoes, all of which were famous brands.

He came over with sunglasses on: "Hey, Lao Liu, it's Dianwei Road No. 30, right? It's really a dilapidated warehouse."

"Are you here to see our exhibition hall?" Zhao Yan stood up excitedly.

"Yes, Ah Yan, do you still remember your loyal uncle?" the man in sunglasses smiled.

"You are, Wang Zhong?!" Zhao Yan was taken aback. This Wang Zhong was working in a museum back then, and he was with his father.

At that time, the business of the museum was very good, but later Zhao Yan's father found out that Wang Zhong took advantage of the financial situation to embezzle a lot of money.

Because of the brotherhood in the past, this matter was left behind.

If Zhao Yan's father is held accountable, this Wang Zhong will inevitably face a lawsuit.

Later Zhao Yan heard that Wang Zhong made a lot of money by doing foreign trade, but he didn't expect to see him here again today.

Wang Zhong looked Zhao Yan up and down: "The landlord told me that this private museum can no longer be opened, so I am going to open a bar here. It is close to the scenic spot, and the feng shui is good. It will open the Shilaozi Museum."

"Since you didn't come to see the exhibition hall, then please..." Zhao Yan was very annoyed now and didn't want to say anything more.

"Oh, the young man is quite angry, just like your father when he was young! But uncle told you, otherwise, I will open a bar in this place, and if you come to be my security guard, I will give you double salary. "Wang Zhong said with a smile on his face.

This sentence seemed to be helpful at first, but Zhao Yan heard that Wang Zhong was laughing at himself.

Zhao Yan's anger welled up for a moment, but he suppressed it.

In this society, strength still speaks.

"There's still half a month left, I'll take it." Wang Zhong took out an application form from his briefcase and handed it to Zhao Yan.

He lowered his glasses and said, "Fill it out, and when our bar opens, apply directly!"

With that said, this application form was thrown directly on Zhao Yan's face.

Zhao Yan rolled the application form into a ball of paper and was about to explode, but the other party had already walked away.

"There is still half a month." Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, feeling very sad and indignant.

It is too unrealistic to cheer up the museum in half a month. Now people outside think that this place is an abandoned warehouse. Who remembers that ten years ago, the Ancient and Modern Museum was a place where people in Jiangcheng had to check in.

[Ding dong!It is detected that all the conditions of the host meet the system, and the system starts to bind. 】

【3! 】

【2! 】

【1! 】

[The host is successfully bound to the "Ten Thousand Years History System"! 】

Zhao Yanzheng was puzzled, but there was a "buzz" in his mind, and the floor plan of the museum appeared immediately!
[After measurement, the museum covers an area of ​​[-] square meters, which belongs to a small private museum. 】

"System? Plug-ins? Cheats?"

Although Zhao Yan often read novels and saw these systems, he didn't expect to be bumped into this time, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried for a while.

[Host: Zhao Yan]

[Current assets: minus 1900000 yuan]

[Identification: Poor]

[Ding dong!Ask the host to choose a novice gift package. 】

【1. The Yellow Turban Rebellion】

[2. Eighteen princes discuss Dong]

[3. Lu Bu and Diao Chan]

"What? There is also a novice gift package?" Zhao Yan was stunned, but he quickly realized that this was a theme.

The most impressive plot of the Three Kingdoms is that the eighteen princes fought against Dong Zhuo. This is also the most passionate battle in the early days of the Three Kingdoms, which also includes the Sanying battle with Lu Bu and other bridges.

"Eighteen princes begging for Dong!"

[Ding dong!Setup succeeded! 】

Just as the system finished speaking, Zhao Yan suddenly realized something. He immediately unfolded the floor plan, and there was an extra compartment at the entrance of the museum. As soon as he entered, he immediately saw the Hulao Pass in the distance.

The sky was extremely dark, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses gathered around, and eighteen flags fluttered in the wind.

[Ding dong!The second gift package for beginners, the host gets a costume of the same style as Lu Bu from the Three Kingdoms. 】

As he spoke, Zhao Yan realized that he was wearing a suit of armor.

The upper body is a pink satin-colored hundred-flower war robe, with gold borders and gold threads, full of flowers.

The waist is tied with a large royal blue silk belt, inlaid with pearls and inlaid with exotic treasures.

Pink damask trousers with pockets.

Wearing a pair of pink silk flying cloud boots under one foot, with a sword under his ribs.

The most terrible thing is that he still has a Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand!
Originally, Zhao Yan was not bad in appearance, with a height of 1.8 meters and a well-proportioned figure. Wearing this suit made him look more fit.

Just in time, a few students appeared at the door.

"The teacher asked us to write a historical paper, and I visited all the museums, but I couldn't find any inspiration."

"Yeah, or there is only time travel, hahaha!"

"Traveling through a ghost, you won't be able to burp!"

"you……"

A few students were about to speak, but they all stood at the entrance of the museum, and they all looked at Zhao Yan who was dressed in astonishment!

Zhao Yan's outfit can be said to be appropriate, but it is much more realistic than the paper armor of those role-playing.

He held Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, with indescribable arrogance and arrogance.

"Hey, is there really someone who has time-traveled here?" said a student with glasses.

"Where is time-traveling, this is a museum, and the staff is pretending!" said another long-legged girl with ponytails. Although she was wearing glasses, she could tell that she was very good-looking.

Zhao Yanxin said that the venue has just been set up, so why not test them?
He stepped forward and said, "This is an old-fashioned museum. If you are interested, why don't you go in and have a look?"

"The house is so dilapidated, how could it be better inside." A fat boy curled his lips, apparently not believing Zhao Yan's words.

Since Zhao Yan is a lawyer, the most important thing he lacks is a good eloquence, he said: "It looks old, so it has research value, doesn't it?"

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with it." Several students, you look at me, and I look at you.

The pair of ponytails came over, and she took a closer look at the armor on Zhao Yan's body: "This is...a piece of pig iron armor, it's quite restored..."

"I met someone who knows the goods." Zhao Yan smiled.

The glasses next to him smiled and said: "That's right, this is our Xiaoxue boss, her father, he is a famous history professor in our school! He even appeared on the official show of contending for a hundred schools of thought! If you fool us, hey, his father's temper, I'm afraid It’s here to mess things up!”

"Go, go and have a look!" The pair of ponytails greeted the followers behind them.

"Turn left when we go out of our new stadium!" Zhao Yan said.

"Got it, Lu Fengxian." Xiaoxue said.

To be honest, she didn't have much hope.

There are only a few domestic museums with research value, let alone cultural relics, and it is impossible for private museums to have cultural relics.

Therefore, most private museums rely on some gimmicks to attract customers.

She came in this time because Zhao Yan's armor perfectly restored the armor of the Three Kingdoms era, so she still had a little expectation in her heart.

(End of this chapter)