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Chapter 213: Volume 5

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While still wiping the glass, I frowned slightly and said, "Please come in."

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

All the countries near him could see its movements almost across the sea, and then waited to see whether they would imitate the cat or laugh and celebrate after the collapse.

I just sat down in my office and took a glass of water from the tap.

"What does the accident at the water plant have to do with you? Why did you come to me?" I said in confusion, and then I closed my mouth. Thinking about the seriousness of the matter, something happened to the water that Lan Bo should be proud of.

"As for what happened at night, the director of the water plant jumped off the building," the assistant said.

Because teachers from all schools will bring students to participate in the museum, this is just like every Rambo person must be able to sing the national anthem of his or her country.

The assistant on the side handed over the headphones and microphone again, and I took them and put them on my head.

I slowly walked around the classmates 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 Lu Qiao, the director of the Lan Bo Museum. Let me introduce you..."

After eating, I lay on the bed, thinking whether there would be any familiar faces among the students I would meet tomorrow.

Weak in appearance and floor space. In everything visible and invisible everywhere.

This is everything to me and my job is something I believe in and love.

Go home and have dinner for yourself.

These regimes slowly evolved into the great powers they are today over the course of history, and advances in science and technology did not change the subsequent pattern.

"Jumped off the building, why?" I said, but I was relieved that the factory director jumped off the building.

He has been on the job for twelve years and served as curator for three years.

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

A knock on the door sounded from behind.

"I heard that yellow mud came out of the tap water in the West District in the afternoon. It seems that the water pipe was connected wrongly. The director of the water plant jumped off the building because of the employee's mistake." The assistant said.

This is my third year as the curator. In these three years, almost all the students in Rambo know about my existence.

It ensures that no dust gets into the glass I use to drink water, and that the water I drink every time is the cleanest water.

I am glad that I was born in Rambo and can live such a leisurely life.

My name is Lu Qiao, and I am the curator of the Rambo Museum.

The substantial reduction in population has brought about an abundance of resources.

Each continent is a country. Although countries are armed, there are almost no wars and conflicts.

When I was twenty-two years old, I came to work at the Rambo Museum.

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

What everyone has to do is to further extend their country and use the original resources of their own continent to continue their lives.

Late at night, the bell rang.

"Did something happen to the museum?" I said, this was my first reaction. I thought, short of something going on at the museum, there was almost nothing that would warrant the assistant calling me at this time.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and walked out of the office slowly.

You can see freshly fallen dust in the air touching the surface of the glass.

Because there is almost nothing that can be covered up if the country next door were to build a building.

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

"Praise Rambo." I drank the water immediately, not wanting the water to continue to be contaminated, and wiped the glass with the towel on the table.

Blue Wave is a country, and there are more than a thousand countries like this on the entire planet.

We can say that we are closed to the country, but this kind of isolation is only in the material stage.

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

"Anyway, this is all for the sake of the children." I said with a smile and turned around and left the museum.

Everyone is afraid that another war will lead to the next major earthquake, but the next major earthquake will not cause the planet to be so lucky.

Every Rambo man visits a museum in his own country.

"The museum can be without a curator, but the water plant cannot be without a director. This is the most important thing in our country. I just got a call from the top. Let me contact you immediately and ask you not to go to the museum tomorrow and go directly to the water plant to work." Assistant. said.

"Director, are you there?" the assistant said with a smile.

I turned on my phone and it showed it was around two in the morning.

From the originally vast continent to the sea that can be seen everywhere after the split.

Hold the glass against the window and watch the sun shine into the glass to ensure it's completely clean. Place a towel on the table and place the glass on top.

There are a total of 63 kindergartens, 43 primary schools, and 27 junior high schools in Lanbo. These are the people I serve every day.

My museum is located in the very center of Blue Wave, and everything inside tells the difference between this Blue Wave and other countries.

Each kindergarten generally has more than just a group of students. As the curator, I am responsible for standing outside the museum and roughly telling the history of the country. Then we were led into the museum to browse by the museum staff. Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye.

After looking at it, the phone number turned out to be that of an assistant.

"I know." I said helplessly.

Even if we later have ships and airplanes. But it has not changed the stereotype that the mainland is home.

Even many theologies on the planet regard major earthquakes as gods or God's punishment on mankind.

"Director, I won't come in. Another group of junior high school students has arrived, and the section machines have been reset. You still have five minutes to rest, and you have to give your next speech." The assistant's voice came from outside the door.

Lan Bo is a small country among the thousands of countries, and is weak to the naked eye.

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

It doesn't sound small, but it's only a small part of the planet.

"There was something wrong with the water plant," the assistant said.

I thought that he had never called me so late before, so I answered the call helplessly.

Some kindergartens have even organized it, so we will do it again in elementary school. There are countless children who have come to junior high schools and listened to my explanation three times.

Point the glass out the window and watch the sun shine through the glass.

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

Under the sunlight, there is almost no impurity in the glass.

Step by step from a staff member to my current position, I love my job very much.

There are a thousand languages, a thousand scripts and a thousand living habits in a thousand countries.

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

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

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

My motherland, Rambo, covers an area of 12,061 square kilometers.