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Vol 4 Chapter 207: Part Two of Paradise on Earth

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"Where, for the children, these should be." I smiled and turned and left the museum.

There is a building outside the museum. The left-most small room on the first floor of the building is my office.

My name is Luqiao and I am the curator of the Blue Wave Museum.

Twelve years in office and three years as curator.

My job is to tell the flowers of the motherland the history of the country.

The blue wave of my motherland covers an area of ​​12061 square kilometers.

It sounds not small, but there is only a small piece on the planet.

Blue Wave is a country. There are more than a thousand countries on the planet like this.

The cause was an earthquake, but the result was a qualitative improvement.

The drastic reduction in population brings sufficient resources.

From the vast expanse of the continent, to the sea that can be seen everywhere after the split.

Instead, our ancestors learned to unite and began to form oligarchy or dictatorships.

These regimes have slowly evolved into the great powers of today in the long course of history, and technological progress has not changed the subsequent pattern.

Each continent is a country. Although there are armed forces between countries, there are few wars and conflicts.

Because almost no country can completely control two or more to ensure common development.

All you have to do is to continue your country and continue to use your original mainland resources to continue life.

A thousand countries have one thousand languages, one thousand scripts and one thousand habits.

Even if we later have ships and airplanes. But neither has changed the stereotype that the mainland is home.

Even many theology on the planet regard the earthquake as a **** or God's punishment for humanity.

Everyone is afraid that the next war will lead to the next big earthquake, but the next big earthquake planet is not so lucky.

We can say that it is a closed country, but this kind of lock is only in the material stage.

Because there is hardly anything to hide, if the country next door wants to build a building.

All the countries near him can see its movement almost across the sea, and then wait and see if they learn to take pictures of cats and tigers or laugh and celebrate after they collapse.

Blue Wave is a small country among the thousand countries, and it is weak to the naked eye.

Weakness is in appearance and in area. Anywhere where everything is visible and invisible.

Of course, no country on this planet is perfect, and Blue Wave gave up everything just for a better quality of life.

As mentioned before, Blue Wave has the best water source on the planet.

Blue Wave has a total of 63 kindergartens, 43 primary schools, and 27 junior high schools. These are the objects I want to serve every day.

Each kindergarten is not just a group of students. As the curator, I am responsible for telling the history of the country while standing outside the museum. Then the staff in the museum led into the museum to browse, and it has been 12 years since the blink of an eye.

At the age of 22, I came to work at the Blue Wave Museum.

Step by step from the staff to achieve this position, I love my job very much.

My museum is at the very center of Blue Wave, and everything in it is telling that this Blue Wave is different from other countries.

This is my third year as curator. During these three years, almost all the students of Blue Wave knew about my existence.

Because all school teachers will bring students to the museum, it is the same as every blue wave person must sing the national anthem of their own country.

Every blue wave person will visit the museum of his own country.

Even because some kindergartens have been organized, they come to elementary school again. There are countless children who come to junior high school and have heard me explain three times.

I just took a seat in my office and took a glass of water in the faucet.

Point the glass at the window and watch the sunlight shine through the glass.

Under the sunlight, there are almost no impurities in the glass.

You can see the dust just falling in the air touching the water surface of the glass.

"Praise Blue Wave." I immediately drank the water and didn't want the water to continue to be contaminated. I wiped the glass with the towel on the table.

The knock on the door rang from behind.

I was still wiping the glass, frowning slightly, "Please come in."

"Director Curator, I won't come in again. There is a group of junior high school students. The machine of the plate has been reset. You have five minutes to rest, and you have to give the next speech." The assistant's voice came from outside the door.

"Got it." I said helplessly.

Aim the glass at the window and watch the sun shine into the wall to ensure complete cleanliness. Place the towel on the table and buckle the glass on top.

To ensure that no dust enters my drinking glass, I guarantee that the water I drink is the cleanest water every time.

I am glad that I was born in Blue Wave and can live this leisurely life.

After glancing at the clock on the wall, I walked out of the office slowly.

Outside the museum, a group of middle school students are already waiting.

The assistant on the side handed over the headset and microphone again, and I took it on my head.

Slowly bypassed the students and came to the front of the museum building. After clearing my throat, I said, "Dear students, I have been waiting for a long time. I am the director of the Blue Wave Museum. Luqiao. Let me introduce ..."

After a few waves of students a day, I got off work.

Go home by yourself and take a table dinner for yourself.

I lay in bed after eating and wondered if there would be a few familiar faces among the students I met tomorrow.

This is everything for me, and I believe in and love my work.

Late at night, the bell rang.

I turned on my phone and it showed more than two in the morning.

Looked, the phone number was actually an assistant.

I thought he never called me so late, but I got helpless.

"Road curator, are you there?" The assistant said with a smile.

"Has something happened to the museum?" I said, this was my first reaction. I was thinking that apart from the museum, there was almost nothing for the assistant to call me at this time.

"It happened to the water plant." The assistant said.

"What's the matter with the waterworks and why do you come to me?" I said puzzled, and I closed my mouth. Thinking about the seriousness of the matter, did Blue Wave take pride in the accident.

"In the evening, the director of the waterworks jumped off the building." The assistant said.

"Jumping off the building, why?" I said, but the factory director jumped off the building and relieved me.

"I heard it was yellow mud in the west district running water in the afternoon, it seems that the water pipe was connected wrongly. The employee's mistake, the water plant's director jumped off the building with blame," the assistant said.

"What does this have to do with me?" I said.

"Museums can have no directors, but water plants can't have them. This is the most important thing in our country. I just called on the phone. Let me contact you immediately so that you don't go to the museum to work directly at the water plant tomorrow." Assistant Said.

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