"What is your attitude?" Professor Alexey was unhappy, "As long as you pay, I am willing to help them find out the origin of each collection."
"I don't want to..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, even the ribs delivered to his mouth were tasteless. He hadn't even had time to prepare himself. If he was sent to Stalingrad again, would he be as lucky as last time?
It's still unknown whether it will come down.
Despite all their reluctance, after filling their stomachs, the teacher and students drove to Volgaski on the east coast.
This city can be regarded as a satellite city of Volgograd. The main economy is basically related to steel or metal processing, and the air quality is also relatively worse than that of Volgograd. Fortunately, the southwest of this satellite city is surrounded by Volga
It is surrounded by a river and its tributaries, and there are vast expanses of farmland on both sides of the northeast, so although the air is not very good in comparison, the scenery is pretty good.
Under the leadership of Federer, the teachers and students walked around the local geography exhibition hall and finally stopped at the recently erected monument next to the exhibition hall.
On the top of this newly built monument, the tank with five bright red handprints on the turret pointed its high-spirited barrel in the direction of the Volga River. On each side of the main body of the monument, Lieutenant Lev was engraved
The deeds of others and the medals they received. Under the monument, there are also a few bouquets of sunflowers with water drops.
"Fortunately, someone remembers you."
Wei Ran patted the monument warmed by the sun, with a trace of regret in his heart. The deeds of Lieutenant Lev and others had a chance to be seen again, but the half-grown child named Oleg was still an unknown hero.
.
"There will always be people who remember them. Even if time passes, and even if the Soviet Union is gone, they will not be forgotten." Federer's tone was particularly affirmative, "Let's go, there are still things to trouble you next.
."
A group of three people took a bus to a large factory on the edge of the city. Federer took the teachers and students into a huge factory building at the innermost side of the factory.
This workshop, which covers an area of at least a thousand square meters, is treated as a private museum, with items as small as a rifle, as large as a tank, and even two large aerial bombs with their fuses and explosives removed.
And without exception, these old guys from the World War II era are all rusty and covered with dust. But in the center of this factory building, facing the entrance, is an artillery piece stained with a lot of soil and covered with rust.
But it's extremely conspicuous.
"Victor?"
"ZIS3 76 mm anti-tank gun" Wei Ran answered the professor's question without hesitation. This small gun was so famous that he would not admit his mistake.
"What you are looking for is the clue about this anti-tank gun," Federer, standing aside, reminded.
"Tell me about this cannon." Professor Alexei turned his head slowly and moved his gaze from the cannon to Federer's face.
"Dig it in the backyard" Federer continued to use that old-fashioned answer to prevaricate the teacher and student.
"If you want us to investigate its origin as soon as possible, you'd better give us some valuable clues." Professor Alexey said angrily, "There are only three of us here, so don't use that lame excuse again.
Already."
Federer spread his hands and lowered his voice slightly to explain, "Like the tank, this artillery was also bought from several diggers. According to those diggers, they were in Donets, Ukraine.
I can dig it out, but you also know that the diggers never tell the truth, so I can only leave it to you."
"Donetsk?"
Professor Alexey's mouth was full of sarcasm, "Whether they didn't tell the truth or you didn't tell the truth, first of all, how much are you willing to pay to investigate this anti-tank gun, and secondly, what do you want to know?"
"Of course this is it"
Federer gently scratched with his fingernails the copper five-pointed star that was only the size of a palm and covered with green rust and was fixed with iron wire on the back of the artillery shield, and then pointed at the extra clean shield.
On the front, there are still a few mottled five-pointed star paint marks.
Professor Alexey and Wei Ran had naturally seen these two special features for a long time. There were a total of 9 five-pointed stars painted on the front. There is no doubt that they were the achievements of this artillery on the battlefield.
But the piece of copper covered with green rust on the back became more and more interesting. The piece of copper was cut into the shape of a five-pointed star, and there seemed to be a few vague names engraved on the back.
He purposely took out a magnifying glass and looked carefully at the back of the piece of copper. He saw that there was no word "Victor" on it, and the cowhide notebook never jumped out. Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But other than that, there are no valuable clues on this artillery. Correspondingly, the difficulty of finding its past service experience has also skyrocketed.
"It's not easy to find," Professor Alexei said with a frown.
"The total budget for activity funds and investigation fees is 600,000 rubles. If other valuable key clues are found, the price will be negotiated separately." Federer offered a pretty good price.
But he didn't know that not long ago, Professor Alexey had just completed a big deal, and now he actually looked down on the profit.
After pondering for a moment, Professor Alexei said meaningfully, "I heard that Mr. Alexander has a gun shop under his name?"
Federer nodded in confusion, "To be precise, it is a gun modification studio established for the IPSC competition. What? Professor Alexey wants to buy some self-defense weapons?"
"No, no, no, I'm not interested in those pistols that poke the target paper."
Professor Alexei waved his hand, and made a fictional excuse from his mouth without a pause, "But if it's convenient, how about taking us to see it? As you know, there is a homeless shelter not far from our studio.
, and my student is Asian, so I am going to give my student a small self-defense gift."
“It is indeed necessary”
Federer nodded particularly happily and agreed to Professor Alexei's request, "I can take you there now, but it's a little far, in the center of the city. And this anti-tank gun..."
Professor Alexey, who had already walked outside the factory workshop, waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let's arrange for someone to be sent to my studio, but this time it may take longer than that tank. In addition, you'd better ask.
Ask the seller of this artillery in which backyard he dug it."
"I will arrange for someone to send it there immediately, and I will notify you as soon as possible when I ask for the specific location of the excavation." Before Federer finished speaking, he took out his cell phone and dialed.
After driving the dirty van again and following Federer out of the factory, Wei Ran asked doubtfully, "Professor, where did Mr. Alexander come from?"
"Mr. Alexander owns the largest titanium precision processing factory and ball bearing factory in Volgaski," Professor Alexey explained disdainfully, "other than that, he is just a speculator in the garb of a collector."
"What do you mean?"
"It is said that he is preparing to run for mayor of Volgaski"
Professor Alexey, who was sitting in the passenger seat, lowered his voice, "otherwise, why do you think he collects those junks and is willing to spend a lot of money to find the historical stories behind them?"
"Get votes?"
"Vote? That's about right. That's right."
Professor Alexei nodded, "Even if he doesn't become mayor in the end, he can still gain a lot of goodwill. If he is lucky enough to become mayor, the scale of his factory will probably expand again."
"Thankfully Stalin went to bed early," Wei Ran couldn't help but joke, "otherwise he would have been the first to go to Siberia to grow potatoes."
"I wish there were more people like this." Professor Alexey rubbed his hands, "This way we can make more money, right?"
"You are a professor," Wei Ran reminded, dumbfounded.
"Who says professors can't like money?"
When Professor Alexei said this, he actually took out the small PPK pistol from the legendary journalist Polevoy from his arms, "If nothing else happens, Mr. Alexander should be spending time in his gun modification studio at this time.
, as long as he is interested in the gun we have, the generous Mr. Alexander’s bid will definitely be much higher than Mr. Ilya’s.”
Wei Ran grinned, thinking he had guessed the answer, "So is this why you shamelessly want to visit his gun modification studio?"
"Of course it's more than that." Professor Alexei narrowed his eyes. "It's not a bad thing to be friends with such a person, right?"
