Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 366 - 227: The Three Youngest VIPs in the Museum [Part 3]

Chapter 366: Chapter 227: The Three Youngest VIPs in the Museum [Part 3]
"Quickly go negotiate with them, and see if we can film by the side when they exhibit the mechanism tonight."
Christopher Sullivan’s sudden decision left the assistant director baffled.
After a moment of hesitation, the assistant director asked, "Can’t we just film it tomorrow?"
"Just in case!" Christopher said, "I heard the internal structure of this mechanical puppet is very complex, and they’re only demonstrating it once. If we miss any details, it’ll be a loss for us. Filming it twice will also make editing easier."
After explaining the reason, Christopher urged, "Hurry and go, talk to them properly."
"Why don’t you go yourself—"
"With my bad temper, can I negotiate well with them?" Christopher replied confidently.
Assistant Director: "..."
You really do have some self-awareness.
After hesitating for a moment, the assistant director weakly said, "The guests have already gone backstage..."
Christopher glared, "They go their way, and you do your filming; is there a conflict?"
"..."
Dealing with a director who always makes last-minute decisions, the assistant director really felt like his hair was falling out.
*
The museum covers a small area but is used to its full potential. Besides a performance hall, the rest of the space is designed as exhibition halls for tourists to explore.
Greenhill Town is one of the more developed tourist areas in the province besides Anchel. During peak seasons, the museum is bustling with tourists.
Since the performance hall has limited seating, and the museum’s performers are also fixed, unable to perform multiple times at different locations, the old curator adopted this "touring" approach to charge exhibit tickets, thereby increasing the museum’s revenue.
The Trump Puppet Museum boasts a century-old tradition, with its exhibition halls introducing the history of the puppet museum, its past curators, and their experiences.
Of course, there are also displays of various "puppet people" of commemorative significance.
There are vividly realistic, exquisitely crafted puppets, and also those that are worn and shabby after years of "work."
Each puppet has its own story.
Seeing their interest, Mr. Carter explained everything to them, acting as a fully qualified guide.
"Five years ago, the old curator was selected as a representative inheritor of a national intangible cultural heritage project. He started learning puppetry at the age of twelve with a local troupe, joined a government puppetry ensemble later, and, feeling his skills were lacking, specifically came to the Trump Puppet Museum to learn."
Speaking about the old curator, Mr. Carter was filled with admiration and longing, his emotions lively and unstoppable.
He is truly someone who loves puppetry.
Noticing this, the initially indifferent Nora Scott softened her attitude a bit.
Since the old curator’s retirement, Nora hadn’t visited Greenhill Town again, as such splendid puppet shows could no longer be seen.
The old curator devoted over sixty years to puppetry, perfecting it to the extreme.
After him, none of his successors surpassed him, perhaps lacking a touch of talent, but more importantly, lacking the dedication to study hard and a genuine love for the craft.
"What’s the origin of the mechanical puppet?"
Once Mr. Carter’s introduction was almost over, Henry Chapman suddenly asked the question he was curious about.
"Well," Mr. Carter paused, apologetically smiled, and said, "I’m really sorry, I’m not sure either."
The staff following behind explained, "This was a gift the old curator received five years ago, along with a letter expressing admiration for his contribution to puppetry throughout his life. The letter was unsigned, so we don’t know who it’s from. However, the old curator probably knows but hasn’t said."
"Is that so?"
Katherine Collins was surprised.
"Yes, quite intriguing, isn’t it?"
After asking, Mr. Carter himself found it incredible and continued, "Whoever made this mechanical puppet must also be a master. Previously, when the mechanical puppet was exhibited internationally, many scholars studied it, all praising the creator’s brilliance. Since then, the mechanical puppet has become our museum’s treasure."
The staff eagerly nodded, "To this day, many tourists buy tickets just to see the mechanical puppet, even if they don’t watch the puppetry."
"After becoming the ’museum’s treasure,’ has the maker of the mechanical puppet ever stepped forward?"
Katherine Collins asked curiously.
"No," Mr. Carter replied, "After the exhibition ended, a few impostors appeared, claiming to be the creator of the ’museum’s treasure’ and even concocted elaborate stories. Yet, the old curator didn’t even bother listening and directly kicked them out."
No one noticed that at the side, Nora Scott suddenly touched her nose, her gaze falling into the distance.
Five years ago, she accepted a commission to stay in Greenhill Town for half a month. While passing by the Trump Puppet Museum, she suddenly wanted to see a puppet show and walked in, thus forming a bond with the old curator.
During that half-month, whenever she had free time, she would visit the Trump Puppet Museum. Over time, the old curator got familiar with her and even took her backstage once.
After leaving Greenhill Town, Nora spent nearly half a year of her spare time, intermittently creating a mechanical puppet, and then sent it to the old curator.
To become the "museum’s treasure" later was something she completely didn’t expect...
"Here it is."
Saying this, Mr. Carter pointed to a room with closed windows and doors.
Katherine Collins’ face lit up with excitement.
But just then—
"Mr. Carter! Mr. Carter!"
A staff member ran over, glanced at the unopened door, and took a breath.
"What’s going on?" Mr. Carter frowned, dissatisfied with his abruptness.
The staff quickly composed himself, first suspiciously glancing at the three people, then whispered something to Mr. Carter.
Mr. Carter paused, his expression turning slightly cold, then hesitantly looked at Nora Scott.
Nora asked, "Does it concern us?"
"Not really." Mr. Carter’s expression instantly relaxed, explaining quickly, "It’s just that the crew filming the variety show here, scheduled to film the mechanical puppet tomorrow, heard we’ll be displaying it tonight and wants to know if they can film it tonight instead."
After saying this, he added, "They’re worried about missing something and want to capture more material."
Nora slightly frowned.
She didn’t say a word, just listened to Henry Chapman, dissatisfied, saying, "They blocked us at the door."
"..."
Hearing such a reason for their refusal, Nora couldn’t help but laugh, looking at Henry Chapman.
Are you still holding a grudge about that?
"Yes, yes, it was their fault at the door. They heard about this and want to sincerely apologize to you."
Mr. Carter nodded, expressing this, then stated his stance, "It’s entirely up to you if you agree; then we’ll allow them to film. If you feel it’s inappropriate, we’ll pretend this never happened."
Filming or not, whether once or twice, for those who will surely carry out the mechanical exhibition, it actually makes no difference.
Everything depends on Nora’s attitude.
Nora turned her head slightly and asked the two, "What do you think?"
After thinking, Katherine Collins said, "I don’t mind."
"..."
Henry Chapman said nothing, sulking.
Withdrawing her gaze, Nora asked Mr. Carter, "How many people?"
This Mr. Carter didn’t know, so he looked at the staff member who had just run over.
"They know this is a presentation for distinguished guests, so they only sent over two photographers and promised they wouldn’t disturb you," the staff member quickly explained.
He said this while curiously observing the three.
Speaking of "distinguished guests," they had encountered them before, usually masters from the same industry coming to learn and exchange, personally hosted by the old curator.
And these "masters" were all veterans in the field, each with countless titles, all aged fifty and above...
They’d never seen "distinguished guests" under thirty.
As for the mechanical puppet display, the old curator usually notified them days in advance. This time, they arrived less than an hour before the display, clearly a "temporary decision."
Staff members in the museum who heard the news were immensely curious, looking for excuses to pass by and peek, only to find each of them wearing masks, unwilling to show their faces.
Especially that man, whose eyes were hidden in the shadow of a hood, with no outline visible at all.
"Okay."
After a slight consideration, Nora Scott agreed.
Henry Chapman cast an unhappy glance, his dissatisfaction practically spilling over.
Nora avoided his gaze, pretending not to see.
She had three reasons for agreeing.
One was that they had a grievance with Luna Durant and Isabella Hart, and the unpleasantness at the door wasn’t with the whole "Searching for the City’s Secret" crew.
Two, if the mechanical puppet were showcased in a popular variety show, sparking some viewers’ interest in puppetry, why not?
Three...
She couldn’t be sure if Luna Durant would cause trouble again.
If Luna Durant truly lacked insight and wanted to mess with her again, their filming of the mechanical puppet tomorrow night might not be so smooth.
It would be better to provide some material for the crew now.