"Where is your wife?" Professor Alexei asked with a pale face after getting out of the cab.
"The travel agency is waiting for you." Wei Ran winked and patted his knee, "Come on, Professor!"
"I'll take care of you when I get back!" Professor Alexey threw the car keys to Wei Ran, hugged a large bouquet of roses, and ran to the travel agency next door.
"Now we have something good to watch." Wei Ran locked the rolling shutter door again with great joy and strolled towards the travel agency next door.
Before he entered, Wei Ran heard Professor Alexey explaining something in a panic in his aunt's office. Outside the office, the only employees of the travel agency had already taken out various snacks from the drawers.
Ready to watch the show.
This is not the first time this has happened, and there is no doubt that it will not be the last time.
"Ten minutes," Wei Ran said as he took the ice cream from a little girl and threw a thousand ruble bill on the table.
"Half an hour!" Sasha, the little girl at the front desk, took out a thousand rubles and put it on the table. She clenched her fists and muttered in a low voice, "Come on, boss!"
"15 Minutes" The female tour guide Mira also threw a thousand rubles on the table while placing her bet.
With these three people taking the lead, the remaining people in the travel agency also placed bets, and soon the table was filled with bills one after another.
While everyone was waiting patiently, half an hour later, Professor Alexei walked out of his aunt's office with a large box of film in his arms, and there was even a red mark printed on his face.
Lip print.
"well--"
Almost everyone in the travel agency sighed, except Sasha, the little hairy girl at the front desk, cheered and slid the banknotes on the table into the cardboard box she had prepared long ago.
"You bastards are betting on me again?!" Professor Alexei angrily pushed the wooden box to Wei Ran, "Your vacation is cancelled. Now, immediately, go develop the photos!"
"Are you sure?" Wei Ran asked with a wink while holding the wooden box.
Professor Alexey turned around subconsciously, and then saw his wife leaning on the door frame of the office and looking at him with a smile.
Professor Alexei quickly gave him a smile, then pushed Wei Ran's shoulder and walked out, "Follow me back to the studio!"
The old and the young went back to the next door while bickering. Professor Alexei closed the rolling shutter door and immediately wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's okay, okay, fortunately, the profit this time is enough."
"Are you done talking about it?" Wei Ran put down the box and asked while attentively handing over a cup of coffee.
"certainly!"
Alexey took the coffee and took a sip, and said proudly, "I went to Saratov last night. There was a collector there who took a fancy to Mr. Polevoy's photography. In a week, he will
Come here to pick out the negatives, so before that, we have to develop all the photos as soon as possible."
"I'm going now." Wei Ran picked up the box again and prepared to go to the darkroom. He and the professor ended up bickering, but his work would not be delayed.
"The tank was taken away?" Professor Alexei asked nonchalantly, "The photos were also sold?"
"I took it away about ten minutes before you came back. I also bought the photos. Total..."
"It's all yours." Professor Alexei waved his hand before Wei Ran finished speaking, "Save some money for yourself."
"I know." Wei Ran nodded, stood at the door of the darkroom, holding the box with his back to the professor and said, "Professor, I want to find a place to practice marksmanship."
"Is someone coming to the studio to cause trouble or is someone bullying you?" Professor Alexei immediately put down the coffee cup in his hand.
"No, who can bully me?"
Wei Ran stepped into the darkroom and replied loudly through the door, "I'm just interested in weapons from the Second World War. I want to find a place to practice and learn some military knowledge, so that we might be able to use it when looking for clues in the future.
on."
After hearing this, Professor Alexei breathed a sigh of relief and said proudly, "You have asked the right person. When we complete this transaction, I will take you to a place where there will definitely be someone who can teach you."
"Where?" Wei Ran poked his head out of the door frame and asked.
"Develop the photos first, and you will know when the time comes." Professor Alexey reached out and held Wei Ran's head and pushed him back to the darkroom, "But compared to these, you might as well learn other really useful things, such as
..."
"How about German?"
Wei Ran took the initiative and said without waiting for the other party to finish. In fact, Professor Alexei had mentioned learning German as early as when he was a junior in college. However, at that time, Wei Ran had no motivation to learn at all, so he naturally stopped doing it.
Forget it.
"Did you get hit on the head by a rolling shutter door?" Alexei stopped what he was doing and looked at Wei Ran with a strange look on his face, "We haven't seen you all night, why did you change your gender?"
"My aunt wants me to go to graduate school"
Wei Ran came up with the excuse he had prepared a long time ago, "I don't want to suffer that, so I might as well go to school to sit in on a course that I might need in the future, at least I won't have to take a test."
"This is simple"
Professor Alexei said while fixing the negatives on the film holder, "When the summer vacation is over, you can go back to school and attend German courses, or I can introduce you to a place where you can learn by working for a while. But now, you'd better
Come back here and help me develop the photos!"
Wei Ran, who had already touched the door handle, sighed helplessly and resigned himself to his fate and started to attack Professor Alexey.
After a week of busy work, all the film negatives left behind by war correspondent Polevoy were developed into photos. In order to sell them at a good price, Professor Alexey even specially ordered a few plastic sheets with a Soviet flavor.
photo album.
While the old man and the young man were waiting, at noon that day, an ordinary black car slowly stopped at the door of the studio. Professor Alexei trotted over and personally opened the car door for him. He respectfully
His attitude made Wei Ran roll his eyes. As the car door opened, the first thing that came out was a walking stick, followed by an old man with chicken skin and fair hair covered with age spots.
"Mr. Ilya, we meet again." Professor Alexei enthusiastically held hands with the other person's hand covered with age spots.
"Professor Alexei, please take me to see those photos quickly." Ilya, who looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old, urged impatiently.
"Of course, come with me." Professor Alexey enthusiastically led him into the studio that had been cleaned in advance.
On a specially placed long table, photo albums as thick as a fist are neatly arranged according to the time when the photos were taken. Next to each photo album, there are also corresponding photo albums of negatives.
Ilya stood in front of the long table with a cane, letting the assistant who came in with him help him pull out the chair, then slowly sat down, and then opened the photo album in front of him.
The spacious and clean studio fell into silence, and only the sound of flipping photo albums and Mr. Ilya's exclamations from time to time could be heard.
