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Chapter 270: Treat her well!

three days later.

Palace Street, Lu Family Museum.

The sky is getting bright, and each exhibition hall is slowly welcoming the first ray of morning light.

Wherever the sun shines, tiny fibers can be seen floating in the air.

squeak-

The door was slowly pushed open.

"Here, help me."

Lu Shi's voice sounded.

Not long after, several men led by him entered the room, each in groups of two, holding huge picture frames covered with cloth.

Picasso said: "These are the last few paintings...Ah! Mr. Natsume! Watch your step!"

The voice just fell,

Me: "Meow!"

It was lying there without moving,

Unexpectedly, Natsume Soseki came up to move the painting without looking at the ground, tripped over it, and almost threw the painting in his hand.

We ran to the side, aggrieved,

"Meow~"

Natsume Soseki was also very depressed.

The European paintings were all too big, and since he was short, he couldn't see anything if he was blocked by the works.

He asked nervously: "Is the painting okay?"

Picasso said: "It doesn't matter if something happens, it's Piet's painting."

Mondrian yelled: "Shiit! Pablo, do you want to die? Be careful, I will splash your painting in a moment!"

The two of them were moving the paintings and bickering.

Kandinsky said: "Don't make a fuss. We were kicked out for no reason. We feel aggrieved and haven't spoken yet~"

was saying,

My generation: "Meow~"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

To be honest, we are really aggrieved.

The little guy was forcibly assigned the task of "curator for a day" by Lu Shi. He had to come to the museum once a week to be a signboard cat.

If the Lu Museum continues to operate into the Internet era, maybe my image will be effeminate and used to attract business and distribute peripherals.

It’s quite interesting to think about.

Several people moved the oil paintings to the gallery.

Lu Shi said: "Leave the rest to the professionals."

Wodehouse came forward and borrowed some people from the British Museum.

Of course, the British may not be very professional, otherwise they would not have done the nasty thing of cracking the "Pictures of Women's History".

But at least he was more professional than Lu Shi.

In addition, the paintings on display are all relatively recent, so there won’t be any problem.

Lu Shi stretched himself.

“Finally, we’ve stepped on the line and got it done.”

"Yes."

Everyone's eyes swept across the gallery.

The staff were busy, but the rendering of artwork brought a strange tranquility to the room.

The Patek Philippe clock "tick-tock-tock" emits the whisper of time.

The sun rises,

The paintings on the wall come to life in the hazy light, and every detail appears particularly vivid.

In the middle of the gallery, there is a sculpture.

It was sent by the French Academy.

This is Margarita's suggestion,

She feels that Professor Lu will become a corresponding academician of the French Academy at the end of the year, so putting up a statue does not seem narcissistic.

What's more, the statue was originally created by Monet and is also a work of art.

"Whoo~"

Picasso let out a long breath,

"Sir Lu, I want to thank you."

Lu Shi waved his hand and said, "There is no need to say thank you for mutual success. The higher the price of your painting, the more I will make, right?"

Picasso smiled when he heard this.

Sir Lu is too humble.

How could such a great writer, scholar, internationalist and humanitarian be the kind of person who only cares about money?

Of course, what he values ​​more is artistic value and artistic communication.

As for why it is necessary to cover up the smell of copper,

Picasso felt that Lu Shi must not have told him directly because he did not want to put pressure on himself, Peter, and Vasily.

He said: "Sir Lu, in fact, you don't need to put the original manuscript of "Lolita" in that position. It deserves to be the center of the entire museum."

There are so many manuscripts by Lu Shi that there is a dedicated exhibition hall.

The purpose of placing the original manuscript of "Lolita" at the border with the gallery is to attract traffic.

Lu Shi chuckled,

"it does not matter."

He patted the other party's shoulder and said, "I won't disturb you anymore. Think carefully about how to tell the story for a while."

How to fool people,

Regarding this point, Picasso had no pressure at all.

This is what he is good at, otherwise he would not be able to handle so many noble ladies.

He nodded,

"Do not worry."

Lu Shisui took Natsume Soseki away and went to the manuscript exhibition hall next to him.

Here, there are two very special manuscripts, namely "No One Survived" and "Lolita".

Because both are written by hand.

Natsume Soseki said with emotion: "Lu, the British will be surprised when they see your handwriting. You can write better than most British people. There is a Chinese poem that says, 'I once heard that the blue sea pulls whales, and the magical power The vast fortune is too empty'."

Lu Shi's head was full of black lines,

￣□￣｜｜

"What you are talking about is calligraphy, but my calligraphy is not very good."

"Pfft! Cough cough..."

Natsume Soseki coughed awkwardly.

He waved his hand,

"However, your peculiar simplified Chinese characters are written very well. When written with a pencil, it has the feeling of iron drawing with silver hooks. You must have had poor learning conditions when you were young, so you could only practice with branches and a sand table, and finally formed this habit. "

Lu Shi: "..."

I thought it was better not to speak.

Natsume Soseki turned his attention to the original manuscript of "Lolita" and asked with some worry: "Is this really okay?"

Lu Shi was a little confused.

"what happened?"

Natsume Soseki said: "I went to a bookstore before and heard many readers of "Lolita" say they wanted to come to the museum... Sigh... I'm worried that piracy is rampant."

Lu Shi shrugged indifferently,

"Those who should read pirated copies will always find reasons to do so. Besides, which of today's printing plants is not highly polluting and requires heavy capital investment? It's not that easy to pirate."

Natsume Soseki: "..."

He is afraid that others will use the most primitive methods——

Codex.

However, the efficiency of hand copying is low after all, and the impact will be small, but not too great.

Lu Shi knew what Natsume Soseki was worried about.

"Natsume, you can't expect the book "Lolita" to make a lot of money."

Natsume Soseki complained: "You are the only one who can say such things."

As we all know, "Lolita" has done very well. In the UK and France, it has sold more than 40,000 copies in three days.

Of course, it is incomparable with Lu Shi's other books.

Lu Shi waved his hand,

"Besides, I can't let readers copy the original manuscript."

Natsume Soseki said "Ah",

"Only 30 pages are on display every day. It will take a long time to copy them all. Moreover, you have inexplicably set up a trial operation, receiving people every day, and some of the tickets are not for sale to the public. This also greatly increases the difficulty for people to copy "Lolita"."

Lu Shi said: "The purpose of the trial operation is not to prevent plagiarism. If we don't try to operate it, how can we estimate the museum's admission limit?"

This is undoubtedly another commercial innovation,

Natsume Soseki chuckled,

"You are really suitable to be a businessman."

……

In front of the museum.

People have already formed a long queue.

Wodehouse, Bernard Shaw, and Churchill were standing in the crowd in a group of three.

People each hold a small piece of paper in their hands,

That's the ticket.

Wodehouse looked carefully,

I saw the front of the ticket written in English:

Lu Family Museum.

The handwriting gives people a eloquent feeling, as if it was written by Lu Shi himself.

On the back of the ticket is a picture of a map of the museum, outlining various areas for guidance.

There is also a series of numbers at the bottom:

000009.

After Wodehouse invested in the Mirror, he had an understanding of media and printing.

You can imagine how difficult it is to print both front and back on such a small area and print it so finely.

Churchill on the side looked over,

"Are you studying the numbers?"

Wodehouse was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party was referring to "000009".

He said: "This must be the serial number of the tickets distributed. I guess that ticket No. 1 belongs to His Majesty, and ticket No. 2 belongs to the princess... Well... to a certain extent, Her Royal Highness the Princess is also a staff member, does she need a ticket?" "

Churchill spread his hands and said he didn't know either.

Bernard Shaw next to him looked at his own,

000008.

He was slightly proud,

hum,

He had a higher status than Wodehouse in Lu Shi's mind.

Churchill asked: "Sir, what were you studying just now?"

Wodehouse explained: "Look at this ticket. The front and back are printed in such detail. Isn't it rare?"

Although Churchill was knowledgeable, he knew nothing about printing;

"Is this technically difficult to achieve?"

"of course."

Wodehouse took the ticket and studied it,

After a while, he finally found Hua Dian,

"It turns out it's not two sides."

Churchill and Bernard Shaw also joined in,

Anyway, queuing up is just idle time, so it is better to study technical issues.

Wodehouse said: "Look, the tickets are printed on one side of two pieces of paper and then glued together at the end."

As he spoke, he shook the ticket.

The glue between the two pieces of paper seemed to be very special. It was so tightly glued that even your fingernails couldn't get through.

"Tsk..."

Wodehouse was speechless, dipped his left little finger in saliva, and dug between the two pieces of paper, and soon he lifted up a small corner.

Churchill: "..."

Bernard Shaw: "..."

An eerie silence.

Wodehouse also felt it. He looked at the two of them and said, "What?"

"Gu..."

Churchill swallowed and said, "Sir, that's the ticket. You ruined it."

Wodehouse:? ? ?

Look at the queue, and then look at the little finger of my left hand that is responsible for the crime.

His eyes were full of confusion, clear and stupid,

"I did not do it on purpose."

Hey!

In the hearts of Churchill and Bernard Shaw, ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped past.

Wodehouse coughed lightly,

"It's okay, I have a trick."

He dipped his left little finger in saliva again, then applied it to the opening of the slit, rotating it and pressing it.

Churchill was helpless,

"Don't worry about the ticket, because it was given by Sir Lu. Tell him and we won't be unable to get in. The problem is that your ticket is No. 9. It is commemorative. It would be a pity if it was damaged."

Wodehouse scratched his head and glanced at the team in front of him.

“I feel like the ticket inspection is very strict.”

Churchill rolled his eyes,

"Then give me your ticket and I'll give it to you..."

Wodehouse immediately revealed the other party's true intention and said: "What ticket number do you have, do you want to exchange it with me? I usually just give you some cigars, but you still have to take advantage of such a big advantage, you don't even have the dignity!"

Churchill spread his hands,

"Then remember to give me a cigar tomorrow."

Wodehouse: "What the hell! @*#￥%... You are so shameless, you are truly British."

Churchill and George Bernard Shaw laughed.

because of! Prime Minister", they have become immune to ridicule and self-deprecation, so they are not afraid to say such things.

Wodehouse was about to say something,

Suddenly, there was a noise from the front.

The line began to move.

"Ah this..."

Wodehouse felt a little guilty, seeing how the security personnel in front checked the tickets.

"next."

"next."

"next."

……

It's a bit like pigs being put into quarantine.

Wodehouse lowered his voice;

"Winston, look. Are there three people checking tickets together in front?"

Winston nodded,

"I see it."

Wodehouse said: "They gave the ticket to the person at the front of the queue and said, 'Let's do it together.' Can we also imitate it and put the bad tickets in..."

Speaking of this, he noticed that Churchill was a little dazed.

"Winston, what's wrong?"

Churchill made a silent gesture, his eyes bright.

The other two people also followed his line of sight,

Wodehouse was stunned.

"That is……"

"Shh!"

Churchill made a silent movement and lowered his voice: "I know, that's Emmeline Pankhurst, ranked third in "The 20 Greatest Britons"."

There was a hint of mockery in his tone when he said this.

Pankhurst, a feminist in the early 20th century, with typical characteristics of this era,

Rallying and marching, inciting violence, public exposure, suicide...

Before, she besieged the "Mirror" newspaper office because of the "Jane Eyre" comics, but was attacked by Lu Shi.

Wodehouse mused,

"Could it be "Lolita"?"

Churchill and George Bernard Shaw did not answer;

But you can tell by looking at their expressions that the two of them have the same idea.

Wodehouse said: "Go in soon, we have to inform first..."

Before he finished speaking, the voice of the security guard suddenly came from the front: "I'm sorry, madam, your ticket is wrong. None of your tickets are correct, so you can't enter."

After hearing this sentence,

"Tsk..."

Churchill couldn't help but be speechless,

"Fake notes."

The thoughts in the three people's hearts became more and more determined.

I saw Pankhurst saying: "Are the tickets fake? So what if they are fake? The museum must be open to the public, how can it be limited?"

This is letting go.

Wodehouse secretly cursed: "Fxxk! This woman is really..."

George Bernard Shaw laughed,

"Just believe Lu. When he released limited tickets, he must have thought of such a situation."

as predicted,

Just listen to the security staff say: "Madam, the museum is indeed open to the public. But we are only in the trial operation stage now. The purpose is to test the reliability and safety of the facilities and equipment, while improving the business capabilities of the operating personnel and strengthening job coordination. For the official Operations provide the basis..."

Omit the next three hundred words,

Lots and lots of official idioms.

Churchill: "..."

"Sir Lu is really capable. How can he still write "Yes! Prime Minister" like this? Isn't he also the same kind of person?"

Wodehouse chuckled;

"You may have reversed cause and effect. 'When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you.' It was precisely because of writing "Yes! Prime Minister" that Sir Lu became a kind of person."

Churchill laughed,

"Hahaha, we are a source of pollution, right?"

George Bernard Shaw added: "He's a British guy."

……

Inside the museum.

Phyllis and Zena are wandering around,

They know they are in an extremely great space, surrounded by great works,

But their knowledge is not enough for them to understand and absorb thoroughly, so they can only look at it one by one in a confused way.

"No Survivors",

"Roger's Mystery",

"Guns, Germs and Steel",

……

Countless masterpieces fill this place.

From time to time, someone sighs or exclaims: "It turns out that this is what Sir Lu meant to write."

Zena looked around,

"Phyllis, over there."

She pointed at a pile of people with her right index finger.

It was a small space, crowded and crowded;

Everyone stood, engrossed in memorizing, and the pen tip quickly crossed the paper, leaving a series of dense handwriting.

Occasionally, someone coughs softly or the sound of paper being turned is very abrupt.

Phyllis whispered: "It's the original manuscript of "Lolita."

Zena asked: "Want to go over and take a look?"

Phyllis was helpless,

"You can't squeeze in like this..."

Both sisters are girls and they are young, so there is really nothing they can do.

At this time, Natsume Soseki came over,

"The two Miss Dales."

He is accompanied by a spirited old man, who is his mentor Mr. Smith.

Natsume Soseki asked: "Are you looking for Riku? He is busy now."

Phyllis waved her hand,

"It's okay, we're just watching casually."

As she spoke, her eyes subconsciously glanced in the direction of the original manuscript of "Lolita".

Smith said: "Miss, do you also like that book? If so, be sure to read Sir Lu's original manuscript. Its gorgeous vocabulary and complete story are better than those published by the publisher."

Phyllis: "What section is the manuscript on display at?"

Zena: "Did something really happen to Humbert and Lolita?"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

"Cough cough..."

Natsume Soseki looked away, muttering to himself that Zena was a brat.

Smith is not embarrassed,

He brought it down so that his height was the same as Zena's, and then asked: "Have you read that novel too?"

Zena was a little embarrassed,

"Ah."

Smith chuckled,

"It doesn't matter. When you are young, you will be curious. When I was young, I also used my own blood to draw an alchemy array to try to summon a succubus."

Of course this is a joke, anyone can hear it.

But that didn't stop Zena from laughing.

Smith said: "The question you asked has not yet appeared in Sir Lu's original manuscript on display today. Today's part only covers the first encounter between Humbert and Lolita. Do you remember that plot?"

Zena was a little embarrassed,

"The words are too difficult to read. I haven't read that yet. The plot I have read is that the young Humbert had a passionate emotional experience with his first love Annabell, and the death of his lover also left his emotional memory. He stayed in his youth forever. After that, he got together with a wealthy widow, but was abandoned by her."

Smith nodded,

"That's pretty much it. Later, while looking for a place to live, Humbert met landlady Charlotte Hayes and her daughter Dolores Hayes. By the way, you know the Spanish pronunciation of 'Lori' Is your nickname ‘Lolita’ or ‘Lo’?”

Zena pondered,

“It turns out it’s Spanish, I thought it was Italian~”

Smith was amused by the little girl and said: "If you can read through this book, your English level will become very high."

Zena couldn't help but be curious,

"Professor Lu is so powerful?"

Smith pondered,

"Yeah. Sometimes I feel ashamed of myself."

Zena hesitated for a moment, but finally held back and did not ask such offensive words as "Who are you?"

Phyllis said: "I think Humbert and Lolita's first encounter is crucial. In the garden, the landlady said to Humbert, 'That's my Lolita, these are my lilies. Flowers', replied Humbert, 'Yes, yes. They are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful'."

Smith nodded,

"Yes, of course Humbert didn't mean that lilies are beautiful."

Phyllis couldn't help but sigh,

"Ugh……"

She looked at the people copying the original manuscripts.

Gradually, there were discussions,

"Such an awesome article! Was it really written by a Chinese?"

"What's so strange about this? Which of Lu's novels, academic works, and plays is not good?"

"The key is the choice of words and sentences in "Lolita" and the citations... Fxxk! Only after reading his book did I understand what real English writing is."

"Tell me, which English writer can write this kind of article?"

"Does it count as dead? If so, Shakespeare might be able to fight."

……

The fact that a great god like Shakespeare is invited to appear is enough to show people's recognition of "Lolita".

Just then, Lu Shi appeared,

He came out of the gallery in the next room with a smile on his face, as if he had just concluded a business deal.

Felice and the others were preparing to greet them.

As a result, Bernard Shaw and Wodehouse took the lead with a big fat man.

The fat man came forward and whispered something to Lu Shi,

For a moment, Lu Shi's expression turned serious, and then he replied in a deep voice.

Zena faintly heard what seemed to be:

"Is she going to cause trouble? That's fine, I'll be with you at any time. Hum... I have to treat her properly!"

(End of this chapter)