After being tortured by this bastard professor who came and went like the wind, Wei Ran completely lost his sleep. After locking the rolling shutter door again, he took the few film negatives he had taken by himself, scanned them into the computer, and then got into his room.
, stretched his left hand under the beam of the desk lamp, and carefully observed the delicate tattoo at the tiger's mouth.
"If my mother sees this, she won't kill me?" Wei Ran rubbed it hard, and as expected, there was no possibility of the color fading.
Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to relax himself, and then his hand sank slightly, and the cowhide notebook appeared in his hand.
"well!"
The moment he saw this cowhide notebook, Wei Ran sighed with a troubled expression. If possible, he really didn't want this crappy notebook that could send him back to World War II.
"I'd rather be a peace dog than run away from others..." Wei Ran struggled for a long time, then stood up resolutely and pushed open the window, raised his hand and threw the cowhide book in his hand out with all his strength.
"Snapped!"
However, before he could sit down, the register on his left hand felt as if he had been hit hard by a ruler, and then the book returned to his hand.
"Are you made of dog skin plaster?"
Wei Ran, who was about to cry without tears, became furious. He rummaged through the box to find a lighter, and put the small burnt yellow flame onto the pages of the cowhide book.
"Hiss—fuck!"
The moment the flames came into contact with the cowhide notebook, Wei Ran threw the lighter in his hand, and then rubbed the place where his household registration was located and screamed in pain. The flames did burn the cowhide notebook just now, but it didn't matter.
However, his own tiger's mouth turned red as if it had been burned with a soldering iron.
"What evil did I commit in my previous life?"
Wei Ran looked at the cowhide notebook still lying on the table and sighed sadly. After all, what's the point of just eating and waiting to die in this peaceful era?
So what if this book could completely trace the history of the T-34 tank? If he had the choice, he really didn't want to risk his life to witness or participate in that war-filled history. He didn't want to experience it again.
A feeling of powerlessness that nothing can be done except pressing the shutter button.
But under the current situation, it seems that it may be impossible for me to throw this thing away. Not only can I not throw it away, but there is a high probability that I may be sent back to the battlefield of World War II for some reason.
Since you can't throw it away and you can't escape, and you have to take risks no matter what, using this thing to make some money may become your only choice.
It is undeniable that the benefits brought about by the battle of Stalingrad really made him excited. Not to mention the investigation fee of the T-34 tank. Added up, the profit would be at least 50%.
600,000 rubles, converted into RMB, is 50,000 to 60,000 yuan. If the photos I took can really be sold at the price mentioned by the professor, I am afraid that the profit can be more than doubled.
For a newly graduated college student, the courage brought by this number is enough to challenge most dangers!
"Done!"
After struggling to convince himself, Wei Ran once again opened the notebook under the desk lamp and began to analyze the reasons why this thing could take him back to Stalingrad.
There is no doubt that all this is closely related to the T-34 tank outside the door. So as long as the notebook is not allowed to "see" similar things again, it is controllable?
Wei Ran experimented over and over again with the process of turning a cowhide notebook into a tattoo and from a tattoo into a notebook, but he had more and more doubts in his heart.
Can this book take you back to any era with the help of related items? If so, how can you control the metal quill pen to draw related items according to your own decision? Is it "safe" as long as it maintains the tattoo status?
"of?
On the other hand, if I returned to Stalingrad during World War II last time, if I died in that flesh-and-blood battlefield, would I really die? And this also leads to several other key questions. Can I bring anything with me?
In the past? For example, get one that emits blue light...
Taking out the PPK pistol that was still in his pants pocket, Wei Ran shook his head in disappointment. It was probably impossible to bring anything there, and it seemed that besides the films, he couldn't bring anything back.
Otherwise, you must at least have a submachine gun in your hand. But fortunately, at least I understand the origin of that tank...
Thinking of this, Wei Ran was suddenly startled. He put aside what he brought back, maybe he could really bring something with him! After all, although the "hardware" couldn't be brought over, at least the "software" would definitely be fine!
It seemed like he had to find a place as soon as possible to learn some real skills... Wei Ran turned off the lamp, didn't even bother to take off his clothes and lay down on the bed.
Early the next morning, just after dawn, the clanging rolling shutter door woke Wei Ran up again. The sleepy Wei Ran opened the door in a daze, and then saw the mistress standing outside with an angry face.
"Auntie, why did you go to work so early today?" Wei Ran asked in confusion.
"Where's that bastard?" Zhou Shujin asked through gritted teeth.
"Teach him..."
"You damn professor, call me uncle!" Zhou Shujin corrected Wei Ran and raised her hand to hit him hard on the forehead.
"It hurts!" Wei Ran quickly held his head and took a step back.
"Let's not talk about him first, what's going on with the tattoo on your hand?" Zhou Shujin asked, holding Wei Ran's wrist.
"What..." Wei Ran said in a pretentious manner, "Why don't I remind myself to read more and study harder..."
"Then, would you like my aunt to carve the word 'morning' on your forehead?"
Zhou Shujin didn't follow Wei Ran's example, "Since you love learning so much, you should stop doing the work of a tour guide in the future, and stop working in this studio. I'll talk to your uncle later, and you can continue reading."
Go ahead and grind it.”
"Going to graduate school?" Wei Ran swallowed hard, "Do you think I'm the one? I'll go and do it."
"Stop talking to me and wash up, or I'll ask your mother to come over and take you to wash up." Zhou Shujin said with a look of disgust.
I really want to wash it...
Wei Ran muttered to himself and said flatteringly, "Auntie, let me tell you what your uncle is doing. Can we not mention the tattoo in the future?"
"How dare you not tell me if I say no?" Zhou Shujin asked with her hands on her hips.
"I don't dare." Wei Ran only thought about it for less than a second before he sold Professor Alexei down to the last hair without hesitation.
"So you two can finally make money this time?" Zhou Shujin asked while flipping through the photo album of negatives still packed in the box.
"That's not the case!"
Wei Ran said proudly, "Listen...listen to what my uncle said, these old photos have been developed, and one of them can be sold for money."
"No wonder you dare to run away at night without a shadow."
As Zhou Shujin spoke, she kicked the wooden box under the workbench with her toes, "Give it to me to carry next door, and then call him. If he doesn't come back before I make dinner, go find it in the shredder."
These rags!"
"Okay!" Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already picked up the box.
"And the tattoos on your hands and paws," Zhou Shujin said as she walked out, "I'll give you a month to wash them off, or else I'll go back to school to study for graduate school."
"I'll wash it. I'll wash it when I'm done with my work these two days!"
Wei Ran agreed with a low eyebrow. Although this aunt was not even half a blood related to him, she was definitely more strict than her own mother. As for what to do in a month, that will naturally be decided in a month.
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He honestly carried the wooden box to the travel agency next door. By the way, he used his aunt's power to get rid of the boring photo development work. Wei Ran deceived a bouquet of sunflowers from the little girl at the front desk of the travel agency, and then he went to the travel agency with satisfaction.
Not far away from Mamayev Hill, I dialed Professor Alexey's phone number.
