He's here.
He flew in with excitement!
That day.
Right after landing at the airport, he headed straight for the museum. He thought, don't look for the museum folks yet, first confirm the location, take some photos, gather 'evidence', to prevent the museum from faking things.
Full of enthusiasm.
He walked in.
Then... got lost.
The museum was too large, with many levels, and the cultural relics exhibition halls were like a maze. He searched and searched, and finally, after much effort, by three in the afternoon, he damn well found it at last.
At that moment.
A flood of complaints filled his heart.
Then.
Click, click, click!
A flurry of photos.
Afterwards.
He went to the Museum Management Committee.
"Bang!"
A few photos were thrown domineeringly onto the opponent's table.
"You figure it out."
In short --- he wanted money.
Return it?
Not appropriate.
If it stirred up a big fuss, he'd be in deep trouble just with the inheritance tax.
He exclaimed boldly.
