This is an off-white GTB, with last-world style and still excellent power, it can attract a lot of heads on the street. Although it is just a classic car, it is a star in the classic car world.
For nostalgic car enthusiasts, I'm afraid they can't wait to play with such a well-maintained car.
Of course, there is also an old man inside the classic car, and there is also a child.
Dr. French and his grandson Louis.
"The teacher at school said you can't drive after drinking."
Louis is about to graduate from elementary school, but he seems to have inherited his mother's genes, so he looks a little cute and short. Louis, who was playing a bird game on his mobile phone, looked at Dr. French next to him.
"I didn't drink," the doctor insisted.
Lewis said: "But you smell of liquor."
Dr. French still insisted: "Believe me, it's just a drink, an adult drink. When you grow up, you will think so too."
Lewis shrugged and suddenly asked: "Grandpa, don't you know the way to the Science and Technology Museum?"
Dr. French said: "Oh! My dear Louis, how could you think that I don't know the way to the Science and Technology Museum?"
Lewis rolled his eyes and said, "But Grandpa, you have been looking at the map since just now!"
Dr. French suddenly put the map in his hand on the back seat and said seriously: "Believe me, kid, I'm just checking to see if there are any other closer roads."
"Isn't there the Science and Technology Museum ahead?" Louis stretched out his hand and pointed to the front of the road, "Is there a shorter way besides the straight line?" Louis looked at the Science and Technology Museum in front of him and continued to roll his eyes.
"Oh...it's true." Dr. French adjusted his reading glasses, then stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car suddenly accelerated.
"Slow down..." Louis was startled for a moment, and finally relaxed, then asked again: "Grandpa, will they let us in? My deskmate Afu said that the Science and Technology Museum is being renovated recently and will not be closed for the time being.
For visitors."
Dr. French smiled: "Don't worry, the curator is an old friend of mine, and he will receive you well. However, after you finish visiting, I need you to give me a review. Dear Louis, I
I guess this won’t trouble you, right?”
Louis immediately shrugged his shoulders, and Dr. French seemed to be in a better mood, so the off-white GTB slowly drove into the parking lot of the Science and Technology Museum.
It must be as Dr. French said, the curator is his old friend, so as soon as they got off the bus, the grandfather and grandson were received by the staff of the museum.
"Doctor, the curator is waiting for you in the office."
"Oh, okay, please excuse me." Dr. French nodded towards the young employee, and then said: "This is my grandson, Louis. Can you please show him around? Later.
I will come to you."
"Of course." The employee nodded very politely.
…
Dr. French, who was extremely familiar with this science and technology museum and did not need anyone to accompany him, soon came to the director's office alone.
The curator is slightly younger than Dr. French, a thin old man in his fifties named Matthews.
He and Dr. French were students at the same university. They met at an alumni meeting many years ago. They hit it off and became good friends for many years.
"How have you been, old friend?" Matthews looked very happy for Dr. French's arrival.
Because they were old friends, Dr. French obviously had no intention of hiding anything. Instead, he smiled bitterly, sat down, and said directly: "It couldn't be worse."
"I've heard something... about the theater." Matthews nodded, "But I'm not very clear about the specific situation. How do you want me to help you?"
Dr. French said directly: "Matthews, you have introduced Mr. Billy to me. Originally, we were almost ready to discuss cooperation, but some problems occurred in the middle... Now, Mr. Billy seems to be planning to terminate it.
and my cooperation.”
Matthews frowned and said nothing.
Dr. French could only ask with hope: "Now, Mr. Billy has always refused to meet me, citing medical treatment as a reason. Old man, can you let Mr. Billy see me again?"
"I'm just an uncle he's not close to." Matthews suddenly sighed: "Old friend, listen to me, let this matter end here. In fact, it has been very clear that Billy does not want to meet you.
It shows something."
"Why, didn't we have a good discussion before?" Dr. French was a little excited: "Believe me, after so many years, I have corrected all the wrong data! As long as I get the technical support of the Leiden Group, I can
We will definitely be able to successfully launch a satellite of our own."
"In fact, I'm also looking forward to seeing that day come." Matthews leaned back in his chair, but shook his head: "But I also know that this is probably just an unrealistic idea at the moment.
.You don’t know yet, right? The people from the Leiden Group have increased the asking price for technical support. This quotation has far exceeded Billy’s expectations. In addition to the original remuneration, they also want three more
The fifty-year development rights of the mine...Old man, three rich mines, this is something that our entire family cannot afford."
"Are they taking advantage of the situation?" Dr. French asked angrily.
"Old friend, see the facts clearly. There is no help for no reason in the world. Remember, the other party is a capitalist."
Dr. French was still going to argue, but Matthews said directly: "The President of the Senate is dead, and now many people are planning for this position. I am not afraid to tell you honestly, Billy is also very interested in this position.
In addition, preparations will be made for a new round of general elections soon, and he hopes to invest funds in this war."
Dr. French sneered: "General election? Political power? Every time, endless wealth has to be spent to compete for these things. Over the years, has any guy really achieved the same thing as his choice of words?
Matthews, do you also think that investing resources in Game of Thrones is really more important than using it to develop technology?"
"Frankie, calm down." Matthews persuaded him kindly: "Billy wants to change this country from within. How can a country that is rotten to the core provide a truly good environment for scientific research?
?Wait a little longer. After the election is over and Billy wins, I will do my best to help you. Old man, this country still needs you, so please calm down for the time being and polish yourself better."
"I can't wait that long." Dr. French shook his head.
"Oh, old friend, you are only 65 years old this year. I believe that in a few years, you will still be energetic. Because no one knows better than me how much you love your career and you are never tired." Matthews
He said slowly: "After next year's election, believe me, everything will be fine."
"I will find a way myself." Dr. French stood up suddenly and walked directly towards the door of the office.
But after all, he also had a side as a scholar. Before going out, he took a deep breath and turned to look at his old friend, "Thank you for your hospitality today. I think Louis will be very happy."
"Frankie." Matthews looked at Dr. French quietly, and suddenly sighed and said: "Old man, tell me, in fact, in your heart, is this persistence the same as before?"
"I don't understand what you said." Dr. French frowned.
"You should know." Matthews shook his head: "Is it for your own liberation, or is it for this country to have its own satellite like before?"
"Of course..." Dr. French blurted out, but suddenly stopped, and suddenly said: "For our own satellite."
"Is this really the case?" Matthews stared at Dr. French for a long, long time. "Okay, old man, I'll try my last to see if I can convince Billy."
"Thanks……"
…
The young librarian accompanied Louis as he walked through the Science and Technology Museum, introducing him to the origins of various exhibits and the stories behind them.
Children are very excited about the various exhibits that are full of technology. If it were not forbidden to touch them, they might not be able to hold back their hands.
"What is this?" Louis asked, pointing to a big guy in the corner of Hall 2.
When the young librarian was about to answer, Dr. French's voice came from far away, "This is the M901 satellite model. It was developed by our country. From assembly to parts, everything is completed here.
.”
"grandfather."
Louis watched Dr. French approach.
The doctor stood in front of the M901 satellite, watching silently, not knowing what he was thinking. But the young librarian was someone familiar with the history of the exhibits in the museum. He looked at Louis and said: "Louis, this satellite
The satellite was completed under the command of Dr. French, did you know?"
"Wow!" Louis' eyes widened, looking at his grandfather with eyes full of disbelief and surprise, "Grandpa, you are so amazing!"
Dr. French just shook his head and whispered: "No matter how powerful something is, what's the use if it can't go to where it should be?"
Louis didn't hear it. He just got closer to the satellite exhibit and wanted to see all of it. He looked at the information written on the sign and was even more surprised to find something, "Really! It says here
Grandpa’s name! The maker, Frankie Bursmond! And... Maggie. Maggie? Grandpa, this seems to be my mother’s name?”
"Louis, it's getting late, let's go back." Dr. French suddenly took Louis' arm, "You promised me that if I brought you to the Science and Technology Museum, you would study hard from afternoon to evening.
It's time now."
"Oh... okay." Louis agreed reluctantly.
Soon, the young librarian sent Dr. French and Louis to the parking lot, and then returned to his post.
After getting in the car, Dr. French suddenly said: "Louis, can you ask the librarian just now for two bottles of water? I'm a little thirsty."
"No problem." Louis nodded.
After watching Louis leave, Dr. French took out a small black notebook from his clothes and opened it to read.
He suddenly frowned because he found an extra black card on the small notebook.
Dr. French picked up the black card and stared at it for a long time. A look of doubt flashed in his eyes. He really couldn't remember how this thing came to him.
He just watched silently, feeling as if he was losing his mind.
It wasn't until he felt his body being shaken that he suddenly woke up. He saw that Louis had come back at an unknown time, holding two bottles of mineral water in his hand, and kept shouting his name.
"Grandpa! What's wrong with you?"
"No, I was distracted because I was thinking about something." Dr. French shook his head, put the black card into a small black notebook, put it away, and then touched Louis' head: "Okay, what are we going to do now?
place?"
"Didn't you just say you wanted to go home?"
"Oh...right, then go home."
Dr. French calmed down before starting the GTB.
…
…
In the evening, Bucky waited with some anxiety.
Because the maid left after lunch time and has not come back yet, this is different from yesterday. Yesterday, she came over almost immediately after lunch time to urge herself to practice meditation.
Just when Bucky was thinking about whether he should try his luck outside, footsteps suddenly came from behind him.
Bucky knew that the maid was coming, so he immediately turned around.
At this time, the maid lady was not wearing her black and white maid uniform, but had changed into a very casual dress and a light jacket.
If he hadn't already seen this woman's 'true face', Bucky would have been deceived by the innocent side that this woman suddenly revealed at this moment, and he might have asked questions like how much a night would cost.
"Didn't I ask you to dress up?" Youye looked at Bucky, her voice still so indifferent.
Bucky was startled, then looked at himself and sniffed his collar, "I've dressed up well. This is the best I can find. You know, I don't have a penny on me now."
No. This set of clothes is the best I found from a nearby house, and I even took a shower. You see, this is still a brand-name product! Zegna! Although the size is a little different, let’s make do with it?”
"This is a knockoff." Youye shook his head, "I designed this style of yours five years ago. I can tell the difference between genuine and fake."
"...Did you design it?" Bucky opened his mouth.
You Ye said calmly: "It's nothing. It was just a little interest in the past. I had a position as a designer in that company. But I haven't sent out any drawings for several years."
Damn it... aren't you a bloody female corpse??
"Forget it, just like you said, let's just make do with it." Youye shook his head: "Anyway, I never had any expectations for your taste."
"Speaking of which, I seem to be your customer?" Bucky suddenly said: "Is this your after-sales service?"
The maid said dullly: "I am just assisting you in gathering your faith as a guide, not greeting you. If you fail to meet my expectations and let my master be disappointed when he comes back without seeing the results, I will send you
Break it down into particles that are even finer than atoms, making you Bucky truly a legend."
"I, where are we going now!"
"theater."
As she spoke, the maid threw a bottle towards Bucky, which contained a light green liquid. The bottle was small, like a perfume bottle.
"What's this?"
"It's used to restore your mental strength." Youye said calmly: "Don't use too much. At your level, just one sniff is enough to restore you. If you use it too much, your consciousness will explode and your brain will die."
Bucky put it in his pocket without saying a word and nodded cautiously.
The maid said abruptly: "But your goal tonight is to use it all up."
