He is arrogant and naturally rejects the work of night security at the museum, but there is no way because his son said to him that you should find a decent career.
The first night came soon. Is this Jurassic Park? Isn't it because no one has come recently, making the dinosaurs hungry so much that they don’t grow at all. It's good if you don't faint, because there are still many new friends who haven't introduced you.
Finally it was dawn, I quit, I don't want to become a pile of waxy food that day, I still have a son. Yes, I still have a son. That's my son, but I want to be a securities trader. My wife gave it to you, and my son will give it to you? No, I want to go on.
The second night was much better, if not for that damn monkey. I wanted to leave, but he disappeared from my eyes and turned into dust before my eyes.
My son is here, and I can't let him down. Are there bad guys? Then kill him. I have thousands of troops.
I am happy to solve the bad guys, my son is happy, and everyone is happy.
Now he can show off to others, he can say, "My dad is a great man."
"Who said that?"
"Teddy Roosevelt."
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