Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of Yan's head.

Yan: "..."

Pera, holding up his pistol, said in a deep voice:

"Are you sure you want to open this place now? Let me tell you, we don't have enough staff at our museum. I had to bring in Hiluva yesterday."

"If we open this up, there will undoubtedly be more tourists, and correspondingly, we will need to increase the number of staff."

Mr. Yan raised his hands and slowly turned around:

"What's the big deal? If we don't have enough people, we'll just hire more. Our museum is so big, we always need to hire people. These exhibition areas can't stay closed forever, can they?"

Pera pointed a pistol at Yan's forehead and asked suspiciously:

"You mean, you've already found someone?"

"No ah."

Pella: “…”

Yan: "..."

……

Inside the museum.

Two more gunshots rang out.

“Bang bang——!!”

The birds perched on the rooftop were startled and quickly fled.

The news of the full opening of the complex had already spread before Pera arrived, so going back on her word would undoubtedly spoil the tourists' fun.

……

then.

A white-haired man has appeared in the museum, currently holding information about the exhibits and scratching his head repeatedly.

Pera approached the white-haired girl with concern and asked softly:

"Um, Ms. Kiana... are you really okay?"

"This... um... uh, I think it should be fine, right? Hahahaha." Kiana laughed awkwardly a few times.

Pera had a strange feeling about the helper that Yan had called.

I always felt... she seemed a bit dim-witted.

"Hahahahaha—!! You're making the great Herrscher of Knowledge do this? Are you serious? Really serious? I think you're getting senile!!" A woman nearby was laughing loudly.

Then, without saying a word, she turned into golden specks of light and disappeared from the spot.

Pera looked over there, her eyes wide:

"What?! Why are some of the friends he invited treacherous?!"

Soon, another golden light appeared.

A blond man emerged from there, his demeanor refined, his emerald-green eyes curiously surveying the surrounding scene.

"Hehe, interesting... I've been resurrected? No, that's not right... I'm not me, yet I am me again? What a strange feeling."

"Huh? The blond guy Yan?" Pera was stunned for a moment.

It was only later that I realized that this person had a completely different temperament from Yan Huan; he was like a young master raised by a noble family!

"Hehe... young lady. I think you need my help, don't you?" The blond man smiled gently, his smile as warm as a spring breeze.

"Uh... ah, yes, uh, no, that's not right either."

Pera stammered as she reached out and pointed to Alice over there:

"Um... you can go ask her, or you can ask Yan over there. I might be leaving soon."

"Oh? Is that so? I understand. See you again sometime."

"Bye...goodbye."

Pera breathed a sigh of relief after the blond man left.

This guy is so handsome!

Although her face is very similar to Yan's, her temperament is completely different. In addition, her hair is tied up and her clothes are very clean and tidy!

In comparison, Yan's hair was messy and always casually draped over her shoulders, and her clothes were cheap; she couldn't compare to this handsome guy.

Seeing the blond man go to Yan's side, Pera ran to Alice's side and cautiously said:

"How much salary does Yan plan to pay these helpers? Especially that guy, he doesn't look cheap."

Alice looked toward the blond man, who was talking to Yan Huan, his voice steady and elegant.

“But… I remember the executive said we didn’t need to give them money,” Alice whispered.

"What?!!"

Pera was struck dumb upon hearing this.

He's trying to get something for free?!

He has the nerve to freeload off friends of this caliber?!

"No, absolutely not!"

Pera quickly stepped forward, interrupting Otto and Yan Huan's conversation.

When Otto saw Pera arrive, he smiled and asked, "Miss, you don't look well. Did something bad happen? If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Yan narrowed his eyes:

"I feel that she is the one who wants to do bad things."

"Get out," Pera said to Yan Huan in an annoyed tone.

"Your friends all came to help, how can you not pay them?!"

Yan blinked and asked in confusion:

"salary?"

He looked at the blond man named Otto Apocalypse beside him and asked:

"Your Excellency, when are you going to pay my salary?"

Pera's eyes widened:

I'm talking about you!

"I?"

Mr. Yan was stunned for a moment, and then it dawned on him:

"Oh, salary, I get it, I get it!"

"Your Excellency, what would you like to eat? How about some kebabs? I'll buy some from the street vendors later."

The white-haired girl beside her raised her hand and said:

"I...I want to eat."

Pera asked in confusion:

"Just treating me to some skewers?"

Otto gazed silently into Pera's eyes, as if he could see through everything, and smiled faintly:

“Friend, this is enough. We’ve known each other for a long time, so there’s no need to be so formal with each other.”

The white-haired girl raised her hand again:

"Well, actually I also really want some pocket money... If you don't want it, could you give me yours?"

"..."

……

Chapter 152 This woman is quite a talent!

After the two foreign players came on the field.

With his hands free, Yan walked to another part of the museum.

This place is very secluded.

An old man stood in the corner, his hands behind his back, lost in thought.

His cloudy eyes were already lost in thought, silently staring at the empty space in the corner.

It seems there should have been some exhibits here.

"Grandpa, I'm here! Which thief dares to covet my private property? Give me the coordinates and I'll come right now!" Yan walked up to the old man with his hands in his pockets, exuding an air of dominance.

The elderly man named Yu Erdan turned slightly and said with a faint smile:

"Sir, the items we need to replenish this time weren't stolen, but rather..."

"And what?" Yan raised an eyebrow.

"But... it wasn't finished."

"..."

Yan took a deep breath:

"Aren't we exhibiting cultural relics? Does a painting done on the spot by someone else count as a cultural relic?"

Yrdán smiled:

"Haha, this painting is by the master Rebini. Executor, he still owes the General Affairs Department three paintings."

Seeing that Yan still looked doubtful, Yuerdan continued to explain: