War Photographer's Notes Chapter 1180: Job Interview Under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal quill also wrote lines of text under the beautiful woman it drew:
Role identity: Personal bodyguard Wei Ran
Return mission:
1. Smoke at least one pack of Qianmen brand cigarettes every day, buy at least one pack of Camel brand cigarettes, and complete all information transmission work.
2. Pass the job interview, protect Tao Meixiang’s personal safety, and get the opportunity to enter the underground printing room of Xuqing Letter Apartment.
3. Survive until the victory of the Anti-Japanese War,
4. Join the Anti-Japanese Killing Group and assist Tao Canhua in completing the assassination mission
5. Take at least four group photos, and the number of people in a single group photo is required to be no less than five.
What kind of deceptive mission requirements are these? As Wei Ran muttered to himself, the dazzling white light enveloped everything he could see.
In this white light that seemed to be able to drown everything, he also saw the things that could be used this time. This time, although the only weapon he could use was a Mauser bayonet, there were many other non-lethal props.
There are not only telescopes from Finland, first aid kits and guqin Yaoguang that are rarely used, but also golden double-layered food boxes.
In addition, he also saw in this dazzling white light a Rollei twin reflex camera and a Yongbei flashlight from the Zhaoxian battlefield, as well as a silver three-piece set from the Leningrad battlefield - a lighter, a cigarette case and a pocket
furnace.
When the white light faded, the first sensory experience he received was the scorching temperature, the harsh chirping of cicadas, and of course, the billowing heat waves steaming from behind.
When his vision returned to normal, the first thing he saw was a ginkgo tree that was only as thick as a calf, but extremely lush.
At this time, I was standing side by side with a skinny young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old in the only shade provided by the ginkgo tree.
This dirty young man was barefoot, with a floral cloth bag hanging on his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of tattered trousers and a yellow-white tattered undershirt that smelled of sweat. In his hands, there were
Carrying an erhu.
Looking at himself again, Wei Ran secretly shook his head. His condition was not much better than that of the other party. His pants were in tatters, and the jacket on his upper body was also dirty and patched. Although he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes, they were already worn out.
He opened his mouth and exposed his big toe.
He looked up and looked around. Not far from the ginkgo tree that provided them with shade, there was a two-and-a-half-story small Western-style building. He was almost certain that this small Western-style building was the one he got in later generations.
.
But compared with later generations, this small building is so beautiful now. Not only is the outer wall covered with a layer of white marble with complicated carvings, but there is also a building next to the entrance steps on the first floor that seems to have been changed in later generations.
He entered the garage of the room, and there was a milk-white retro car parked in the garage.
Looking up, the third floor on the topmost floor has a flower-filled terrace with fully half of its area compared to later generations.
Looking back, I looked around again. Behind this particularly beautiful building, there was a small room that did not exist in later generations. It seemed to be a boiler room. Even the courtyard wall, which was ordinary in later generations, was covered with unknown climbing flowers.
It was covered so tightly that only the various small flowers decorated during the period could be seen.
Just as he was looking around, there was a man wearing a floral blue coat, pure black trousers, a white apron around his waist, black cloth shoes on his feet, and a floral blue scarf on his head. He looked kind-hearted about 40 years old.
The woman also walked out of the small building, stood on the steps and greeted from a distance, "Wei Ran, Yao Canhua, come in."
Yao Canhua? Yao?! What’s the surname Yao?!
Wei Ran glanced at the barefoot young man holding an erhu in surprise, suppressed the doubts in his heart, walked up the steps, and followed the woman dressed as a servant into the small building.
There is no doubt that this small building is not only much more beautiful on the outside than in later generations, but the decoration inside is also extremely luxurious.
The teak floors, intricately carved hanging flower doors, European-style furniture and tall clocks, and even the buzzing old-fashioned ceiling fans and crystal chandeliers overhead, all exude nobility and luxury.
"This is Miss Cao Dumb's driver"
While Wei Ran and "Yao Canhua" were observing the dressing in the room, the middle-aged woman pointed at a man wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, who looked to be thirty-six or seventeen years old, with a fierce look on his face and introduced, "
You can just call him Uncle Mute, Canhua, you follow Uncle Mute."
"Aunt Yang," the young man named Canhua asked nervously in a low voice, "Where is my Aunt Jasmine?"
"She's upstairs"
The woman known as Aunt Yang comforted her with a kind smile, "Don't be nervous, let the mute uncle take you to take a bath and change into clean clothes before you go to see the lady. You will be able to see her by then."
Your Aunt Jasmine is here, okay, go quickly."
"Okay"
Yao Canhua nodded, bowed respectfully to Aunt Yang, and then politely bowed to the mute uncle with the horrible scar on his neck as a greeting, and then followed the latter into the room.
A room on the first floor.
"Wei Ran, come with me." Aunt Yang said, asking Wei Ran to follow him to a bathroom on the first floor.
This bathroom not only has a flush toilet, but also a green enamel bathtub. At this time, the bathtub is already more than half full of water. On the table next to it, there are also a box of soap, two towels, and a set of towels.
Neatly folded clothes, and under the table, there is a pair of brand new black mid-cut Oxford boots.
“Miss loves to be clean”
Aunt Yang, who was standing at the door, explained in a low voice, "Wei Ran, take a bath and put on new clothes later. This will at least leave a good impression on the lady.
If the lady is willing to keep you, you can save some money to marry a wife in the future. Even if the lady doesn't like you, you still have a decent outfit. You can go to Quanyechang to see if you can find one.
A doorman’s job.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this point, Aunt Yang helped close the door from the outside without waiting for Wei Ran's response. At the same time, she did not forget to give an extra reminder, "Hurry up and wash up."
, don’t keep the lady waiting too long.”
"Hey! I'll wash it soon."
Wei Ran responded hurriedly and at the same time put his head in front of the mirror on the wall.
In this mirror, although my appearance has not changed, I still have a slightly messy Prussian hazelnut hair.
He vaguely remembered that the last time he wore his hair like this was in a hunter's cabin in Finland that was shrouded in a snowstorm.
Without daring to waste too much time, Wei Ran tore off his tattered clothes as quickly as possible, scooped out half a basin of water from the bathtub and poured it down over his head and face, and then picked up the piece of soap.
Started scrubbing.
"Wow——!"
After using a second basin of water to rinse away the foam all over his body, Wei Ran scrubbed himself one more time before stepping into the bathtub and immersing his whole body in the warm water.
After finishing the bath as quickly as possible, he did not forget to drain the bath water in the bathtub, unscrewed the brass faucet, filled the basin with water, flushed the bathtub first, and then covered himself again
After pouring a basin of water on his face, he picked up a towel and wiped the water stains off his body.
While opening the bathroom window for ventilation, Wei Ran put on a pair of white boxer briefs wrapped in wrapping paper, then put on a black tunic suit and a white shirt. Finally, he put on his socks and stepped on a pair of shoes with enough uppers.
Lace-up Oxford boots that cover the ankle.
He reached out and picked up a horn comb placed on the counter, combed his hair and applied some hair oil. Wei Ran looked in the mirror and saw that there was nothing inappropriate, and then opened the wooden door of the bathroom.
Before even leaving the bathroom, he noticed that in the lobby on the first floor, there was a beautiful girl wearing a white cheongsam, flesh-colored stockings and black high heels sitting on the sofa, holding a cigarette with a gold holder in her hand.
Look at yourself.
This beautiful woman is naturally the famous prostitute Mei Xiang, and behind her, there are two girls standing on the left and right.
The girl on the left is about 25 or 26 years old. She is at least 1.7 meters tall. She is tall, thick-chested and round-waisted. Her arms in particular are not thinner than Wei Ran's. Although her face is definitely
It's not pretty, but it has a hint of perseverance.
The girl on the right, on the other hand, looks to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a thin figure and curvy eyebrows. It can be said that as much as the girl on the left is a man, this little girl is as beautiful as she is.
If Wei Ran, an uneducated person, were to describe it, he could only say that when he saw this girl, he immediately thought of Sister Daiyu in Dream of Red Mansions.
That's right, there are two Daiyu sisters, the one on the left is the Daiyu sister who uproots the weeping willows, and the one on the right is the Daiyu sister who is weak in willows, Fufeng and sick.
While he was secretly arranging girls here, the famous prostitute Mei Xiang sitting on the sofa who looked definitely under 30 years old asked slowly, "Aunt Yang, is this your nephew Wei Ran?"
"Yes, miss."
Aunt Yang bowed slightly and replied, "He is my sister's child. He doesn't gamble or smoke. He can drive and shoot a gun, and..."
"Aunt Yang, let him speak for himself."
After finishing speaking, Miss Mei Xiang looked at Wei Ran and asked with a smile, "What do you know?"
"What kind of person do you need?" Wei Ran asked with a smile, neither humble nor overbearing.
"The Japanese Japs are about to break into Jinmen."
Miss Meixiang blew out a smoke ring and continued to speak slowly, "I need someone who has the courage to protect me even in the face of the Japanese devils, who is willing to protect me, and who has the ability to protect me."
"It shouldn't be a big problem," Wei Ran answered with a smile.
"Tell me what you know." Miss Meixiang asked again, "I don't need embroidered pillows here."
Looking at Aunt Yang who looked nervous, Wei Ran replied calmly, "Just like Auntie said, I can drive, use a gun and ride a horse, and I can also treat trauma."
"Do you have any skills?" Miss Mei Xiang asked casually.
"Know some self-defense skills"
"Uncle Mute, try him." Miss Mei Xiang looked at Wei Ran after saying that, "Don't hurt Uncle Mute."
Before she finished speaking, the mute uncle who was standing with Yao Canhua or the young man named Tao Canhua strode towards Wei Ran without even saying hello.
The whip legs of the wind.
After narrowly dodging this kick, the opponent's fist was already coming. However, before the punch could hit Wei Ran, the mute uncle had to stop.
At this time, Wei Ran already had a slender Mauser bayonet in his hand. The broad back of the bayonet was close to his heart, and the sharp tip had even pushed up the lid of his coat pocket.
This contest started and ended so quickly. Not only did the mute uncle break out in a cold sweat, but the girl Meixiang, who was still sitting on the sofa, was unable to react for a moment.
But soon, she clapped her hands and asked with great satisfaction, "Wei Ran, do you play any musical instrument?"
"meeting"
Wei Ran nodded, "I can play Maozi's bayangqin, I can also play the harmonica, and I can also play a few tunes on the guqin."
When he finished saying this, not only did Miss Mei Xiang's eyes light up, but even Yao Canhua, who had changed into a gray gown but still held the erhu in his hand, looked at Wei Ran in surprise.
"Can you sing? Peking Opera!" During the inquiry, the girl Mei Xiang who was originally sitting on the sofa had already stood up.
"No" Wei Ran shook his head, "I don't have a good voice, so I can't sing."
"What about dancing? Can you dance?" Miss Mei Xiang continued to ask after a moment of disappointment appeared on her face.
"Can ballroom dance and waltz"
Wei Ran answered truthfully that he really knew how to do these two things - he had stepped on the shoes of the seniors next to each other at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
"I will give you 120 yuan every month"
Mei Xiang, who had already stood up, said with a smile on her face, "If you really know as many things as you said, I will give you 200 yuan starting next month."
"What do you need me to do?" Weiran ignored the 200 yuan salary and asked about his job content.
"Protect my safety. As long as I leave this courtyard, you must follow me every step of the way."
At this point, the pretty girl added an additional sentence, "If someone wants to insult my innocence, you can either kill him or her and wait for me to redeem you in the patrol room. If you can't kill him, then kill me as soon as possible."
"No problem" Wei Ran nodded happily.
"Mother Yang, arrange a room for Wei Ran on the first floor."
Miss Mei Xiang said simply, "Qiushi, go and get 120 yuan to Wei Ran, and pay this month's wages first. Uncle Mute, please drive him to Mr. Schweiger's store later to buy a gun for self-defense."
"yes"
Yang's mother and the skinny "Sister Daiyu" who looked like she was not yet an adult all responded in unison, and the mute uncle also patted his chest and nodded.
"It's your turn"
Miss Meixiang sat on the sofa again and looked at Yao Canhua, who looked envious, "I heard from Jasmine that you can play the erhu and sing songs?"
"I know how to do it!"
The youthful young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old did not even dare to raise his head and stammered, "I can play the erhu. I used to be a performer at the theater gate in Peking with my father. I also know how to play Beijing drums.
Tianjin Dagu, I can also play Leting Dagu, and I can also sing two parts of Qinqiang at Laoxi Road."
"Can you know Peking Opera?" Miss Mei Xiang asked expectantly.
"I learned it secretly," Yao Canhua replied timidly.
"Sing me a piece first, and if you sing well, you can stay." Miss Meixiang said and winked at Yang Ma, "Yang Ma, go arrange Wei Ran."
"Come with me"
Yang Ma waved her hand towards Wei Ran and led him into a room guarding the entrance of the small building, with the window facing the gate of the small courtyard.
