Wei Ran suppressed the killing intent in his heart and asked as calmly as possible, but his eyes did not leave the screen of the tablet at all.
After Anfisa translated this sentence, the fat Yashar, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately took out a photo and put it on the table, and was busy talking about something.
After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran took the photo handed to him and glanced at it. In the photo was an old man who looked like he was about to die. He was sitting on a wooden chair with a bright smile.
Behind him is a barbecue restaurant. Next to the big meat skewers on one side of the door, there is a well-proportioned young man wearing a white hat holding a sharpening stick in one hand and a long knife in the other.
Making a cross look, his face was also filled with a bright smile.
At this moment, the big fat Yashar pointed with his thick and fat fingers at the young man in the photo, and then at himself, but from the beginning to the end, his mouth never stopped and he kept talking very fast.
What are you talking about.
After a moment, he finally stopped talking, and Anfisa immediately translated, "He said that the person in the photo was a photo taken of him and his grandfather in 1999, when he was just 20 years old.
Boss, he hopes you can help his grandfather make a movie, just like the movie about Gubijing Pasta Restaurant."
"Make...a movie?"
Wei Ran looked at Yashar in astonishment, and then looked at Anfisa. He did not expect that the other party would make such a request.
"He said he had seen the North African movie more than once, and he had also seen other movies produced by Time Film Studio, including the mockumentary we shot in Antarctica not long ago."
Is the co-author a movie fan? A movie studio fan?
Wei Ran and Suisui, who was already the acting director of the studio, looked at each other, and then looked at Anfisa again in unison.
When Anfisa saw the two bosses looking over, he immediately continued to translate, "He also said that everything his grandfather experienced on the battlefield was as precious as the friendship between soldiers in that North African story.
When he first saw the North African film we shot, he wanted to help his grandfather make a similarly excellent film.
He originally thought it could only be a dream until he saw that familiar photo during an interview with his boss."
"Can you tell me about your grandfather's experience?"
Wei Ran asked Yashar, and Anfisa sitting next to him immediately started translating.
After Anfisa finished speaking, Yashar immediately nodded, then cleared his throat, and with Anfisa's help, told the story of his grandfather.
According to the fat man Yashar, his grandfather participated in the war as an army cook and was just 17 years old when he was captured. There is no doubt that he was sent to a prisoner of war camp.
What happened later in the prisoner of war camp was just as Wei Ran expected. Because he was accidentally injured by shrapnel when he was captured, Yashar's grandfather was sent to the prisoner of war hospital after being captured.
Later, the prisoner of war camp was bombed by the United Nations forces, and Yashar's grandfather was saved by a volunteer army doctor who sacrificed his life.
The notebook and photos in the photo just displayed on the tablet screen were the ones that the military doctor slipped out of his shoulder bag after rescuing his grandfather, and were subconsciously stuffed into his arms by his grandfather——
He thought there was important military information hidden there, and he wanted to find an opportunity to take it back in exchange for some credit.
Later, Yashar's grandfather was repatriated, and he took the notebook and the photos inside it back home - by that time, the notebook had become a souvenir of that period of life as a prisoner of war.
"But after returning to Bunny Riding, my grandfather began to regret it."
Yashar said in Greek that only Anfisa could understand, "He always regretted why he stole that notebook, especially after my father was born.
He said that he had become a shameful thief, a thief who stole the letters and the only relic that a great mother might leave to her children."
Yashar sighed, "For many years after that, my grandfather always wanted to find an opportunity to send the notebook to China and find the people in the photos, but he was never able to do so due to various reasons."
At this point, Yashar paused for a moment, leaving enough time for Anfisa to translate. Until the other party stopped, he continued, "Later, my grandfather suffered from cancer, and this notebook became
One of the memories and relics he left me."
After finishing speaking, Yashar hesitated for a moment, but before Anfisa finished translating, he gritted his teeth and opened his backpack again, took out a file bag from it, solemnly handed it to Wei Ran, and said at the same time,
"Actually, I brought that notebook, and I also brought my grandfather's memoirs about the war.
So whether you want to make the movie or not, they're yours now."
When Anfisa speeded up her speech and finished translating, Wei Ran and Suisui also subconsciously stood up.
The two looked at each other, and Wei Ran solemnly took the silk gloves handed over by Lu Xinda who was very discerning. Then he opened the unsealed file bag and pulled out two notebooks of almost the same size.
The red plastic cover of the first notebook was slightly cracked. I opened it lightly and found the picture "Calabash Riverside" stuck on the first page.
Subconsciously turning it to the back, Wei Ran couldn't help but feel his breath stagnant. These were two photos pasted together. In the photos on this side, they were Nurse Ji and the little lama, as well as the childhood Jiang Ji and their adopted child.
A group photo taken by Zhu Hongjun’s family of four.
Looking at Yashar who was struggling to stand up, Wei Ran gently opened the first page.
This page is written entirely in prose, and in the corner is a piece of beautiful feathers of an unknown bird firmly attached.
“Dear Jiangba Gesang and my dear baby Jiang Ji, Red Army:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is the first letter I wrote to you after I went to Korea to fight, and I did not intend to send it back.
The weather here is very cold but the scenery is very beautiful. This morning, a bird landed by my window and left me a beautiful feather. I posted it on this page and prepared to take it with me.
I'll give it to you as a souvenir when I go back.
Dear baby Jiang Ji, I don’t know if you miss me or if you eat with big mouthfuls.
My dear daughter Hongjun, I wonder if you have studied hard and completed your homework..."
Without reading further, Wei Ran gently turned to the second page. This was the second letter written by Nurse Ji. This time there was a golden leaf stuck to the corner.
Wei Ran quickly flipped through the notebook without peeking into the contents of Nurse Ji's letter to her family.
Almost every page contains a letter that is not too long but written in long script, as well as small gifts such as leaves, feathers, and flowers.
"Do you want to go back immediately?" Suisui asked in a low voice.
"Wait a moment"
Wei Ran said, put the notebook back into the portfolio, and then picked up the second notebook.
Everything written in this notebook was written in something that Wei Ran couldn't understand, but he could tell that there seemed to be some scrawled rabbit riding language.
However, there is also a photo on the first page. This photo seems to be a group photo of prisoners of war taken in a prisoner of war camp.
After gently clasping the notebook and stuffing it into the portfolio, Wei Ran looked at the fat Yashar, "Mr. Yashar, I want to know why you chose to give these things to me? You could have just
Send them back to China."
After listening to Anfisa's translation, Yashar explained apologetically, "If I hadn't seen the news about you and the photo that appeared in the news, I almost forgot these things.
To tell you the truth, in order to find these things, I even broke open an old safe that I had forgotten the password for."
At this point, Yashar spread his hands and said, "As for why it is not sent back to China, the reason is very simple. I am just a chef and not a diplomat. How do I know where to send it?
But the location of your studio is public, so it’s very easy for me to find you. What’s more, I don’t have a Chinese visa, but I have a Russian visa, so wouldn’t it be more convenient to find you?”
"Just...just these reasons?" Wei Ran asked in astonishment.
"I loved the war movies that you directed as historical consultant."
Yashar spread his hands and said, "Of course, actually I would like to take a photo with your celebrity friend. It would be better if he is willing to give me an autograph. To tell you the truth, my daughter likes the guy named Ji very much."
Handsome actor of horse.”
Wei Ran and Suisui looked at each other again with strange expressions. Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded, "I didn't expect that we would get Ji Ma's favor. Suisui, come and call Ji Ma. In addition, we may really want to
I'll go back immediately."
"Okay" Suisui nodded immediately and took out her cell phone.
"Tell Mr. Yashar that we will arrange for Jima to come and take a photo with him. If it is not urgent, we can even go to his home to take a photo."
After a short pause, Wei Ran couldn't help but said, "Also, help me ask him, does he really know the value of this notebook?"
After listening to Anfisa's translated question, Yashar smiled and then gave an answer that was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Mr. Victor, my grandfather was first an invader, then a prisoner of war, and finally a thief."
Yashar spread his hands, "This is something my grandfather often said when he was alive. You see, no matter who he is as an invader, prisoner of war, or thief, he seems not qualified to use this notebook to ask for anything.
As for the filming of the movie I mentioned at the beginning, whether you agree or not, these two notebooks are yours now."
After listening to Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran expressed his gratitude in a very formal way and also extended an invitation, "Mr. Yashar, if you have time, why not come with me to China? I will take you to find that person."
The son of a female military doctor.”
Hearing this, Yashar immediately nodded happily, "I am very honored to have the opportunity to visit China!"
"Before that, if you have time, why not stay here for a few more days."
Wei Ran shook hands with the other party and continued to extend the invitation, "Qi Qi, wait a minute, you can do another thing with me."
"What's going on?" Yashar asked immediately after Anfisa finished translating.
"Come with me"
Wei Ran extended the invitation enthusiastically. At the same time, Suisui also picked up the file bag and walked into the storage room. She took photos of the two notebooks and sent them to La, a female soldier of the Zang tribe who had already added WeChat.
Mu and Xia Shushi, and briefly described the emergency situation here to Xia Shushi.
While she was hiding in the storage room and busy communicating with Wei Ran, Wei Ran also invited Yashar to the basement of the library and used the electronic versions of the old photos that Xia Shushi gave to her to develop two sets of photos, large and small.
With Yashar's participation, Wei Ran hung those old photos in the most conspicuous place in the library, and then put the additional set of smaller photos into the largest photo album sold in the library.
It was solemnly presented to Yashar.
"Is this for me?" Yashar asked in surprise.
“Just a small souvenir”
With Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran made a promise, "I will find a way to deal with the movie. To be honest, I also know another descendant of a prisoner of war in the Momo War. We may be able to work on this matter."
Join him and give it a try. Look there, those photos are from the Moss Battlefield."
Listening to Anfisa's translation, Yashar also followed the direction of Wei Ran's finger and looked at the photos of Zhao Shengli, Chen Qi and others hanging not far away.
After Anfisa finished translating, Yashar turned back and looked at Wei Ran seriously, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked, "Victor, can you help me find my parents? They are also at war.
disappeared."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Your...your parents?"
Before Wei Ran could say anything after listening to Anfisa's translation, Anfisa asked the question he wanted to ask in advance.
"It was my parents who were supposed to inherit the Turkish kebab restaurant left by my grandfather."
Yashar explained self-consciously, “But because my grandfather told him the story of being saved by military doctors in a prisoner of war camp more than once, he finally chose to become an Médecins Sans Frontières, and soon fell in love with a fellow student.
The nurse who worked for Doctors Without Borders gave birth to me, and then they disappeared on the battlefield."
"Which battlefield is it?" Anfisa asked, knowing that her boss would definitely ask these questions.
“Beirut”
Yashar swallowed, "Beirut Massacre, my parents entered the refugee camp before the massacre started. Then... I never saw him again."
"Is this the real reason why you are willing to come to see my boss with your notebook in the first place?" Anfisa asked bluntly.
Hearing this, Yashar sighed and finally nodded, "Yes, I really hope Mr. Victor can help me at first.
Rather, I have been considering whether to contact Mr. Victor for a long time. I had already thought about whether to contact Mr. Victor just before he took over the US$2.88 million investigation work in the United States.
But how could I possibly get a commission of US$2.88 million? I couldn't even get US$280,000.
When I came here this time, I really thought about using my grandfather's notebook as a bargaining chip to hire Mr. Victor, but I changed my mind after seeing these photos hanging in the library. Who am I qualified to mention this?
Too much to ask?
But...
I really want to know if my parents are still alive and what happened to them."
With a silent sigh, Anfisa finally conveyed their communication in Greek to Wei Ran truthfully.
“Beirut Massacre?”
Wei Ran couldn't help but look up at the huge photos hanging above his head, but for a moment he didn't know whether to come down or refuse.
