Chapter 1079 Historians Fighting Memories of Hungry
On September 20, the afternoon of the third day after everyone returned to Kazan from St. Petersburg, Wei Ran, after much thought, finally gave up his curiosity and did not go to Papua New Guinea for a photo album.
Frankly speaking, although he was interested in the photo album, he actually didn't care whether the lucky Luke lived or died, let alone risking it for such a stranger whom he had only met once.
As for that photo album, it's the best you can get, but it's not a big deal if you don't get it. Not to mention, aren't there too few photos hanging in the Time Library next door that record the cruelty of the war?
As the boss, Wei Ran didn't care, and the Katenka sisters, who nominally no longer worked for him, naturally wouldn't waste time on this clue.
For them, October is just around the corner, and they will immediately start to close the net against the Kitao family who has been recruited. After all, this is the true first battle of the Hela organization, so there is no room for distractions.
Not only the Katenka sisters, Suisui was also busy hitting the back of the head with her feet. On the contrary, Wei Ran was so free that he could only scratch his itch - he was indeed scratching. The camping trip the day before yesterday really allowed him to relax and adjust his mentality.
But because Beria opened the tent door, he was bitten by mosquitoes in the wild.
With nothing to do, he simply borrowed two equally idle gangsters from Greva, drove a van around the city, and bought two oversized stainless steel steamers and one or two hundred steamers.
Liter-capacity glass canning bottles, a large bag of disposable canning bottle caps, and a capping machine. With the help and guidance of the little girl Lola, I tried to make various homemade cans in the yard.
Nowadays, although there are not as many potatoes planted in this yard as last year, there are so many kinds of vegetables and the devil's ginger that I have grown that I can't even eat them all.
Even the hawthorn tree he transplanted, which was as thick as a wrist, had a lot of sour fruits hanging on it. But what made him happiest was that there were already several trees from Helen Island growing in the flowerbed outside the window.
Jasmine seedlings.
On the vegetable field in the south of the yard that has been harvested, the charcoal fire in the fire pit is roasting the stainless steel steamer that is already emitting water vapor.
On the table next to it, clean glass cans and bottles are neatly arranged. The little girl Lola, who is quite talented as a cook, holds the seasoning jar and puts the seasonings in the front. Two gangsters are busy in the back adding the freshly picked cans
All kinds of washed fruits and vegetables were put in by categories and filled with pure water.
As for a well-known historian, he needs to be responsible for such a complex and technically demanding task as putting on lids. Of course, he also has to place the cans on the steam rack in the pot and risk falling into the pot.
Great danger. Cover the pot.
After a whole day of work, Greva made urgent purchases at noon and placed them on the metal shelves in the basement of the library. They were already filled with homemade cans in different categories.
"Boss, have we finished all the cans we made?" Lola, who had been busy all day without selling coffee, asked carefully while wiping her sweaty bun face.
"When you finish eating, you will definitely finish eating."
Wei Ran murmured to himself, then turned to Greva who was accompanying him behind him and said, "Gleva, you have to do me a favor tomorrow."
"What are you busy with?" Greva asked subconsciously.
"Put shelves all around the walls of this room."
Wei Ran paused, "Buy me another 50 bags of rice and 50 barrels of cooking oil, and also buy some various seasonings and put them here. Also, ask your friends if you can get various kinds of rice with a long enough shelf life."
You can also buy cans for me...Buy a shelf, that's all, buy a few more barrels of fuel, and buy two extra generators to put in the next room."
"Gulu" Greva swallowed, "I, I will buy it tomorrow!"
“Tell me if you don’t have enough money.”
Wei Ran gave the two gangsters who helped each other a tip of 20,000 rubles each and walked towards the door. As for Greva, naturally he didn't need to tip, which was a bit insulting to him.
"It's over." Lola patted her forehead and whispered, "Is the boss crazy?"
"I'll buy it at noon tomorrow"
Greva lowered his head, leaned into Lola's ear and whispered, "Apora must still be working overtime now. Go and ask her. If she doesn't allow it, send me a message immediately."
"Yes!" Laura's eyes lit up and she ran out, "I'll ask right now!"
"Boss, Victor..."
"Shut up!"
Greva didn't even wait for the younger brother next to him to finish speaking, and tapped him on the back of his head, "You two, don't sleep today. Go and ask immediately where you can buy cheap and high-quality things."
"Which...what things?" The little gangster who raised his head asked with a confused look on his face.
"idiot!"
Another gangster said as he walked out, "Of course they are the things that Boss Victor needs."
"It's not that I don't want to buy it...pop!"
Before this young gangster, who was in his early 20s, could finish his words, the back of his head hit Greva's palm again.
It's a pity that compared to Greva who can get by, Suisui, who just returned from Petersburg, unconditionally sides with Weiran this time and even made an additional list of reserve supplies that need to be purchased and gave it to Luo
pull.
Two more days passed in the blink of an eye. Finally, with the help of Lola, Greva and his idle brothers purchased all kinds of reserve materials, and used the purchased vacuum packaging machine to add additional materials.
A layer of plastic vacuum packaging filled the two separate rooms in the basement that were originally unused.
Just when Wei Ran was using various methods to try to erase the horrific memory of hunger, on the afternoon of September 25th, Anfiya, who was busy with Suisui in the office, hurried back to the villa and found
He was guarding the fireplace that had been lit early and wiping the flames of a titanium alloy pistol.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked as he assembled the parts on the small table.
"Just now, I received a phone call."
Anfiya picked up the kettle on the table, picked up a nice-looking cup, and filled it with a cup of warm hawthorn leaf tea. She drank half the cup first, and then said, "The person who called me, listen to the voice."
He's not very old, and the other party said he was Lucky Luke's younger brother and wanted to do a deal with us."
"Who?" Wei Ran raised his head in surprise.
"Lucky Luke's brother," Anfia repeated, "Lucky Luke's brother who died some time ago, at least that's what the other party said."
"Walk"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already lifted up the suede blanket on his legs, stood up, threw it on the lounge chair, and walked out the door, "How old does that person sound?"
"The voice is very young, but it must have passed the voice-changing period. I guess she is between 17 and 20 years old." Anfiya paused and continued, "The other party asked to meet at the airport."
"Did you just call me?" Wei Ran opened the door and got into the cab as he spoke.
"Yes" Anfiya gave a brief response while getting into the passenger seat, and Weiran started the car at the same time.
Before the armored pickup truck left the yard, Anfia, who had fastened her seat belt, continued, "The other party's tone was trembling, nervous, and a little panicked."
"Sit tight"
Wei Ran stepped on the accelerator before he finished speaking. Immediately, the armored pickup truck, which Ji Ma had asked someone to remove the electronic speed limit, also increased its speed and rushed towards the airport outside the city.
At the same time, Anfiya also opened her laptop, tapping on the keyboard, opening pages one after another from time to time.
When the car drove into the airport parking lot, Wei Ran stepped on the brakes and asked, "What did you find?"
"No valuable information found so far"
Anfia paused, "There is only one piece of news from yesterday. The death of Lucky Luke and others was classified as an accident caused by a natural disaster, and the autopsy report in the police station was also tampered with."
“This is interesting”
Wei Randi grumbled, then opened the car door, put on a baseball cap and a mask, and asked, "Where is he?"
"Airport pick-up port"
When Anfiya caught up, she also put on a light blue fisherman's hat and pulled up the collar of her leather jacket.
When the two arrived at the pick-up gate, they saw from a distance inside the pick-up gate. Not far from the two-meter-tall airport staff, there was a young man wearing a cowboy hat sitting in a dark place.
On the green hiking bag.
In his hands, he also held a mobile phone with a bright screen and a power bank connected to the mobile phone.
"That's the one"
Anfiya leaned on the railing at the airport, with her back to the young man and whispered to Wei Ran beside her, "He said he was waiting at the airport, wearing flip-flops and holding a mobile phone in his hand.
With a power bank and a cowboy hat on his head.”
"Take him to the car," Wei Ran said, turning and walking away.
After waiting for a moment, Anfiya turned around, took off the fisherman hat on her head and waved to the young man who had been watching. At the same time, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the other party's number.
Without waiting for the call to be connected, the young man immediately stood up, first looked at the phone screen, then looked at Anfiya and her left and right, and then immediately picked up a dark green mountaineering bag.
Throwing it over his shoulder, he ran over with his flip-flops on his shoulders.
"Ah sneeze!"
The young man sneezed before he could reach Anfiya's side, and then sniffed vigorously, and then nervously said in English, "What I'm looking for is Victor, you are a Victorist"
Are you here?"
"Believe it or not"
Anfiya glanced at the young man's complexion, then turned around and walked away and said, "Come with me, I will take you to see Victor."
Hearing this, the young man hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth, hugged the hiking bag tightly in his arms, and followed Anfiya tremblingly under the prying eyes of Wei Ran not far away, and walked to the parking lot honestly.
