It was already past nine o'clock that night when Shi Quan and others rushed to Lixiangka in a van and found the unlucky guy with a screw in his butt from the ward of the local hospital.

Although the man was still a little unclear due to the sequelae of the concussion, he answered a few questions without any major problems.

After spending a small amount of money to help the other party move to a ward with slightly better conditions, Shi Quan took out the wallet and waved it in front of the other party, "Do you know me?"

The unlucky man on the hospital bed stretched out his hand with difficulty to grab the wallet. Shi Quan gently put it into his hand, but did not let go in a hurry. "Where did the third-level Bogdan Medal come from?"

"Dug it out..." The unlucky guy whose name was Alimo on the medical card said weakly.

"Did you even dig out the certificate?" Shi Quan still held the wallet tightly.

"It was really dug out," Alimo forced himself to quibble.

"good"

Shi Quan happily released the cowhide wallet, and then winked at Liu Xiaoye, who immediately took out an injection from the medical bag he carried with him and prepared to inject it into Alimo's body.

"What is that?!" Alimo asked in panic. Unfortunately, he felt like the world was spinning when he moved, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Now the needle is only ten centimeters away from your thigh. I'm going to ask you once, where did that level three Bogdan come from?" Shi Quan asked patiently.

"Bought it, bought it!" Alimo said in panic.

"Where did you buy it?"

Faced with Shi Quan's hot pursuit and the coolness brought by wiping his arms with alcohol cotton balls, Alimo said without even having time to think, "Daddy Marco, the old janitor of the sand excavation factory, I bought it from him!"

"How much did it cost?" Big Ivan asked, and at the same time he put his hand on the other person's wound.

"Ten thousand! Ten thousand ge!" Almo shouted with bared teeth.

Nodding with satisfaction, Shi Quan took out a wad of dollars from his pocket, counted out one thousand and put it in Alimo's hand, "This is one thousand dollars."

While Alimo was stunned with the money, Liu Xiaoye had already thrown the injection in his hand into the trash can. It was just a common tranquilizer.

Big Ivan took out a pistol and waved it in front of Alimo's eyes, and then the group of people left the room under his horrified gaze.

Until there were no more footsteps in the corridor, Alimo stuffed the thousand dollars under his pillow and then opened his wallet. Unfortunately, there were no medals or certificates in this wallet? What was inside was only his own.

Just a hospitalization ticket and a few coins.

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On the other hand, Shi Quan and others did not go far after leaving the hospital. They just signaled Asak to drive out of the parking lot and found a remote roadside to park.

Shi Quan took out the third-level Bogdan Medal and the accompanying certificate from the pocket of his pocket and handed it to Big Ivan, "How is it? Are you interested in finding its original owner?"

"The certificates have all been sold, and the original owner must have passed away."

Big Ivan turned on the reading light, took the medal and read it again, "But let's go look for it. The life of the Ukrainian Soviet Red Army soldiers has not been very good. Maybe we can help them."

Since Big Ivan was willing to do this good deed, Shi Quan naturally had no objection. He called Elena and asked the young people who were still staying in Hebend Town to find out the specific address of the sand dredging plant. The van set off again.

Heading to Cherkasy, more than 100 kilometers away.

After driving for more than two hours, it was exactly midnight when they found the dilapidated sand dredging factory on the edge of the Dnieper River.

The dazzling car lights illuminated the closed gate of the sand dredging plant. Before Asak, who was in charge of driving, honked the horn, the guard room on the side of the gate lit up with cold white lights.

In less than a minute, a skinny old man wearing a Soviet army coat and holding an AK rifle came out cautiously, "Who are you? It's off duty here now."

Shi Quan first turned on the reading light above his head, and at the same time signaled Asak to turn off the car lights so that he could see every move in the car. Then he opened the door and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to bother you so late. We're looking for Marco."

Dad."

"Father Marco?" the skinny old man asked with a strange expression, "What are you looking for him for?"

Looks like you found the right person

Shi Quan simply got out of the car, put his hands where the other party could see him, and said, "This is between us and Marco's father. Of course, we have no ill intentions."

The skinny old man hesitated for a full minute, then clicked the safety of the AK rifle in his hand, and then pointed to the guard room behind him and said, "If nothing else, I am the Marco you are looking for, and there is mine inside."

Your work ID can prove your identity. Since you don’t have any ill intentions, let’s come in and have a chat.”

Signaling He Tianlei and others to wait in the car, Shi Quan and Da Ivan followed Marco into the clean and tidy guard room.

"That's my ID photo"

The skinny Marco's swimming rifle pointed at the certificate hanging on the wall, then walked into the inner suite, casually threw the weapon in his hand on the bed, and then gave Shi Quan and Da Ivan

While pouring water, he asked nonchalantly, "What do you want from me?"

"Look at this." Shi Quan stacked the medals and certificates together and placed them gently on the table.

Marco glanced back, his body trembled suddenly, and then he said with a calm but almost certain expression, "Did you buy it from Alimo?"

"Can you tell me the story of this medal?"

Big Ivan asked after careful consideration. There is no doubt that this medal will not come from the Marco in front of him, otherwise he would not be a "keeper" here.

"You wake me up in the middle of the night just to listen to stories?"

Although Marco said this, he did not look angry. After passing the water to the two of them, he gently picked up the medal holding the certificate with his hands full of cracks and calluses, "This third-level wave medal

Gedan is a relic of my grandfather."

"he..."

"He died the year the Soviet Union collapsed."

Marco's tone was calm, and he rubbed the medal in his hand and said, "Those years were very difficult, and the living people had to live. My father sold his only Red Flag of Labor medal to keep the family alive. Later, in order to let me

In order to keep my father alive, I sold my grandfather’s medal of Lenin. Later, in order to save my wife, I also sold this medal.”

Having said this, Marco looked at Shi Quan and Big Ivan, "Is Alimo in trouble? He has been keeping this medal for me and hopes that I can buy it back. If there is no accident, he will not sell it.

This medal is for me.”

Shi Quan and Dayi Wan looked at each other. They didn't expect the truth to be like this.

After hesitating for a moment, Big Ivan briefly described what happened in the Hebend Town. When Marco was halfway through listening, he was already packing his things and heading to the hospital to visit.

Reaching out to hold Marco, Big Ivan picked up the medals and certificates that had been put back on the table and stuffed them into each other's hands, "If you want to visit Alimo, you can come with us later. But before that,

Put this medal away first. We traveled more than a hundred kilometers just to send it back and see if you need any help."

Marco hesitated for a moment, but finally took the exceptionally well-preserved badge and the corresponding certificate, "How much do I need to pay?"

"1 hryvnia" Shiquan spread his hands and offered a "high price".

There was a trace of surprise on Marco's face, and then he said with a strange look, "In the past few years, at least sixty or seventy cultural relic dealers have wanted to buy the medals of my ancestors from me, and some even came to steal and rob me, but the medals were sent back for free.

But it’s the first time I’ve encountered it.”

"No matter whether the Soviet Union is still there or not, no matter how bad the relationship between Ukraine and Russia is now, it is not easy to get a third-level Bogdan, so you still have to have the respect you deserve." Ivan's tone was rare.

Solemnly, "Old guy, although you didn't get this medal, I still hope you can keep it."

A smile appeared on Marco's face, and he nodded slightly. After hesitating for a moment, in front of Shi Quan and Da Ivan, he bent down and pulled out an old suitcase from under the bed and opened it.

"Who would be willing to sell the glory of their ancestors if they were not forced by life?" Marco said as he took out an old Soviet military uniform from the suitcase and laid it on the bed.

"This is my grandfather's uniform"

As Marco explained, he pinned the medal just now on the chest of his military uniform, and stuffed the corresponding certificate into his pocket. After thinking about it, he took out all the certificates in his pocket and handed them over.

Shi Quan and Da Yiwan, "See for yourself, they all belong to my grandfather alone."

While Big Ivan was flipping through the certificate, Shi Quan looked at this military uniform with a faint musty smell in surprise. On its chest was not only the third-level Bogdan just pinned on, but also an Alexander Nevsky medal.

As well as more than 20 medals including the Second Class Order of Patriotism, the Order of the Red Star, the Partisan Medal of the Patriotic War, etc.! These medals cover almost half of the chest!

"Can I take a photo?"

Big Ivan asked excitedly. Although he had basically handled all of these medals, and many of them could not be sold at high prices due to their large circulation, but so many medals were hung on one military uniform and belonged to the same person, how could this happen?

But it is definitely not something that anyone has the chance to see. Of course, Brezhnev's self-entertainment does not count, he just wants a piece of armor.

"Shoot!" Marco didn't refuse at all, and there was even a hint of sanctity on his old face.

"Are these two military uniforms also your grandfather's?" Shi Quan squatted next to the suitcase and asked curiously, pointing to the other two military uniforms inside.

"My father and my brother's. My father used to be a member of the Black Sea Fleet. After retiring, he worked in the military factory in Kharkiv for a period of time. However, he sold it before his death in order to support our family.

All medals and medals."

Marco bent down with difficulty, pointed to another military uniform and said, "That's my brother's, but he actually only got cancer that would accompany him until his death."

"Medal for rescuing the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant" Shi Quan muttered to himself as he looked at the medal.

"Before that American movie came out, not many people could recognize this medal."

Marco sat on the cold floor, stroking the medal with his rough fingers and said, "Actually, this medal was not issued until he died. The one you see is the one Alimo found for me.
Chapter completed!