"Let's make an agreement first, that pistol is not for sale." Wei Ran took two steps back, "And you must complete the current transaction first, otherwise you won't want to see it."
"Pay!" Ilya urged impatiently.
The assistant following the old man heard this and immediately took the cash out of the box, and Professor Alexei also danced and brought the money counter, muttering to himself "I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich" while putting the money in.
The rubles placed on the table were carefully counted.
It wasn't until the two of them completed the deal that Wei Ran returned to the room and took out the PPK and the cowhide holster he had found in Polevoy's briefcase a week ago.
"This pistol was found in Mr. Polevoy's briefcase."
Wei Ran pointed at the slight stains on the holster with a gel pen and said, "These stains were already there when I took it out of the briefcase. You can find the same stains in the briefcase."
."
Upon seeing this, Mr. Ilya quickly picked up the briefcase on the table and looked at it. Sure enough, he found the same stain and a 7.65 mm caliber bullet with some rust in one of the compartments.
"No selling," Wei Ran reminded him again before the other party opened his mouth.
"Then...can I take a look?" Ilya's tone was almost pleading.
"sure"
After getting Professor Alexei's nod, Wei Ran placed the pistol and the cowhide holster on the table.
Carefully opening the holster and taking out the gun, Ilya took the magnifying glass handed over by his assistant and carefully observed the wooden handle of the pistol. It was not until more than half an hour later that he sighed with unfinished content and said, "Wei
Ke Duo, if..."
"Not selling." Wei Ran emphasized his attitude again. It was not that he was reluctant to part with this small pistol, but he had just received a hint from Professor Alexei.
"this is my name card"
Ilya took out a business card from his coat pocket and handed it to Wei Ran with both hands, and said almost pleadingly, "Victor, if you intend to sell this pistol in the future, you must call me as soon as possible. Before that,
Be sure to keep it well."
"Of course" Wei Ran quickly put away the pistol on the table and stuffed it into the drawer of the workbench.
Ilya stood up with a tangled look on his face, "Today's harvest is really beyond expectations. Alexey, Victor, I can't stay here any longer, otherwise I'm worried that the pistol will be taken away."
"When we are interested in selling, we will contact you." Alexei promised confidently.
After Ilya's assistant moved the photo albums on the table and the relics of war correspondent Polevoy to the car, he reluctantly glanced at the drawer containing the pistol again, and then walked back to the studio door three times.
direction.
"Mr. Ilya, your gun." Wei Ran reminded him, picking up the wooden gun box left on the long table.
"It's for you." Ilya waved his hand without looking back, "Young man, I'm waiting for your call."
Watching Ilya leave in the car with full of gains and regrets, Professor Alexey and Wei Ran looked at each other and ran towards the studio in no particular order.
"This is mine!" Wei Ran opened the drawer, picked up the PPK and raised it above his head.
Professor Alexey, who was only about 1.7 meters tall at most, naturally couldn't overtake Wei Ran, who was young and strong and half a head taller than him, so he could only sit down on the chair angrily and complained, "At least give me
It’s okay to take a look, right?”
"First tell me why you don't sell it," Wei Ran asked across the long table.
"He is here to buy photos and negatives this time."
Halfway through Professor Alexey's words, he stood up and walked to the door of the studio, pulled down the rolling shutter door, and then continued, "Even if he wants to buy this pistol, how much money do you think he will have left in the box? So even if he wants to buy this pistol, how much money do you think he will have left in the box?
If you want to sell it, you have to wait for a while and give him some time to save money, so that the pistol can be sold at a high price."
"That's it?" Wei Ran asked disappointedly.
“Of course more than that”
Professor Alexei’s small eyes revealed the cunning of a mature man. “Perhaps only he is willing to pay a high price for Mr. Polevoy’s photography, but many people are willing to pay for the gun of a well-known war correspondent.”
Buy it at a high price and show it off.
So wait, maybe I can find a really rich man to buy this pistol. And even if I can't find it, I can find a few friends to make guest appearances, and then organize a small auction to squeeze it out.
Every ruble in Ilya’s wallet.”
"You profiteer!" Wei Ran laughed and scolded, and then pushed the pistol to Professor Alexei across the table.
"Even without Mr. Polevoy's background bonus, this little pistol can still be sold for a lot of money."
While Professor Alexey was speaking, he pointed at the eagle emblem on the sleeve and the back of the barrel with his fingernail and said, "After the end of World War II, the PPK produced by Walter Company canceled the brittle symbol on the sleeve and barrel.
Even many PPK pistols seized from the battlefield have these two fly-sized marks removed. But just like this, this pistol can be sold for at least six or seven times with these two eagle emblems alone.
The high price of U.S. dollars, please note, is U.S. dollars, not rubles."
"There is also Mr. Polevoy's bonus," Wei Ran proactively reminded.
Professor Alexei threw the pistol back into the drawer, picked up the gun case that Ilya left behind when he left, and made a promise with a sinister smile, "Don't worry, if it's less than 20,000 US dollars, no matter who it is,
I want to take it away!"
"If this gun is sold, can you leave that one to me?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the gun box in Professor Alexey's hand.
"This small pistol is only suitable for women"
Professor Alexei opened the rolling shutter door and said shamelessly as he walked out, "So I decided to give it to my beautiful wife, your gentle aunt. Do you have any objections?"
"I have no objection!" Wei Ran said through gritted teeth. He had a shitty opinion. He didn't dare to have an opinion even if he had the guts to do so. This old guy definitely did it on purpose!
"It doesn't have to be so painful," Alexei said with a smile while holding the rolling shutter door with one hand, "you will get a gift that is no worse than this."
"Isn't it the Soviet ruble again?"
Wei Ran asked suspiciously, this cheating professor had never given him anything good, not even that priceless broken box, he almost let him know that he had left it on the battlefield seventy or eighty years ago.
"Fuck you Stalin! Don't mention the Soviet ruble again!" Professor Alexei had already disappeared before he finished speaking.
It wasn't until an hour later that he proudly returned to the studio carrying two lunch boxes, "Have lunch quickly, and we'll go out after eating."
"Where to go?" Wei Ran asked confused.
"East coast, let's go to Volgaski on the east coast."
Professor Alexei snatched a meaty piece of ribs from Weiran's lunch box and took a bite. Then he continued with a satisfied look on his face, "That T-34 has been donated to the local land by that collector."
We have already visited the exhibition hall, let’s go take a look, and we also need to help them find clues about another exhibit.”
With a "click" sound, a piece of spareribs with meat fell from Wei Ran's mouth on the table, "There's more?!"
