Weiran didn't have to wait long. At noon on the 10th, Ninel responded to the email. The content was extremely simple, just saying "Where is he?"
Without hesitation at all, he sent Nineel the address of Mr. Brad Downey's hotel in Kazan that he had asked from his little sister.
This time, Nineel only took half a minute to send back the email - "Don't let him get away."
"What about knitting?"
Wei Ran muttered secretly, and then called the little girl in charge of this matter over and gave detailed instructions.
Although these little girls are amateurs as security guards, it is very appropriate to leave the surveillance to them.
This is Kazan, almost the base camp of the "Inta Athletes". These gangs don't have to work hard to keep track of them in person. They just have a casual chat with the hotel manager where Brad Downey is staying and deliver a box.
The best-selling tropical fruit directly took over the hotel's monitoring system.
Not only that, they even arranged for their companions to pretend to be cleaning staff, and in the name of cleaning the room, they hid a bug under the sofa in the room.
The progress of the matter was originally expected by Wei Ran to be quick and simple. On the evening of the 10th, a tall and strong white man who looked to be only 50 years old at most and still smelled of alcohol hurried to the library.
"Hello, Mr. Victor, I am Grant Downey." This middle-aged Caucasian man said in English while shaking hands with Wei Ran warmly.
At the same time, a strong man who followed him and looked about 1.9 meters tall also translated this English sentence into Russian that Wei Ran could understand, but with a strong Ukrainian accent.
No need to ask, this strong man translator must have been sent by Nineel.
"Hello, Mr. Grant." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party and said, "Please take a seat."
"I'm causing trouble for you"
Grant said extremely apologetically, and after the strong man beside him finished translating, he said, "Please help me contact Mr. Fidel to prove my identity."
Hearing this, the brawny translator nodded, took out an outdated BlackBerry phone and broadcast a series of numbers, and said in English, "We have arrived at Mr. Victor's library, okay."
After saying this, the strong man respectfully handed the phone to Wei Ran and said in Russian, "Mr. Victor, please answer the phone."
After taking the phone, Wei Ran, who had become a part of the play, said seriously in Russian, "I am Victor."
"Hi! Victor! I'm Jenny! Fidel's best friend!"
On the other end of the phone, Nineel's perverted partner Aniya said enthusiastically in Russian, "Mr. Grant is the son of Fidel's good friend. His words are credible. He and Fidel are also very good friends. He
He is the one who comes to meet you on behalf of his father."
"Okay, I understand. Please say hello to my friend Fidel for me," Wei Ran said.
"If I have the chance to meet him, I will convey it to you, but now I am studying in France." Ania, no, Jenny said enthusiastically, "I leave the affairs of the Downey family to you, Victor, look
For Fidel’s sake, please help them.”
"Fidel's friends are my friends, and I will do my best."
Wei Ran vowed to make a high-sounding promise, and at the same time, the strong man sitting opposite also translated Wei Ran's words into English.
After hanging up the phone politely, Wei Ran returned the phone to the strong man opposite and said, "Mr. Grant, before we get down to business, could you please explain what happened?"
"I do need to explain"
Grant said, but he took out the things that Wei Ran had just seen in the morning from his briefcase and placed them on the table.
"The Brad Downey you met this morning is my half-brother, the child left by my father during the Vietnam War and a more difficult woman."
Grant explained, "He had been helping in the antique store run by my father, and my father originally planned to leave the antique store to him to run after he retired."
After the strong man finished translating, Grant continued to explain, "Just about half a month ago, our father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and he didn't have much time left to live.
But he wanted an answer before he died, he wanted to know whether my grandfather really participated in the bombing of Tokyo, and he wanted to know whether the cigar and the signature on the photo album were really left by General LeMay."
Once again leaving enough time for the translator, Grant continued, "This is also related to the division of inheritance. He hopes that his inheritance will be divided fairly between me and Brad."
"I don't know if I should be curious"
Wei Ran waited for the strong man to finish translating and said, "Mr. Brad who came here this morning doesn't seem to care about those signatures. He..."
"Of course he doesn't care, he wants to find our grandfather's amulet."
Grant sighed and without reservation took out two photos from his bag and placed them on the table, "Please take a look."
Still waiting for the strong man to finish translating, Wei Ran picked up the two photos.
In the first photo, there is a shirtless handsome blond guy wearing World War II American military trousers. In his left hand, he is holding a huge coconut crab, and in his right hand, he is pulling the necklace hanging around his neck to his mouth, as if he is talking.
Kiss a small disc hanging from the necklace.
Looking at the second photo, the protagonist in this photo is the young man stepping on napalm that Wei Ran saw in the photo album in the morning. He is standing side by side with the handsome guy in the previous photo.
, in the latter's hand, he was once again holding the small disc that was kissed in the last photo.
It was also in this photo that Wei Ran finally saw clearly that the small disc was an ordinary-looking coin.
But compared to the coin that seemed to be the key, Wei Ran also noticed that the two handsome blond guys seemed to be quite similar in appearance, just like...blood brothers.
"The one holding the coconut crab is our grandfather Brad"
While Wei Ran put down the photo, Grant explained, "The other is a biological brother who is five years younger than our grandfather. His name is Grant. My half-brother and I are named after these two brothers."
"They are indeed brothers..."
Wei Ran muttered secretly while the strong man translated, and then asked, "That coin is the amulet? Is there anything special about it?"
"It's truly our grandfather's talisman, and it's special enough."
Grant paused and took out the third photo. This photo showed the front and back of a gold coin, and the photo was clear enough to see every texture clearly.
"This is a photo of the same gold coin that I found on the Internet and printed out in advance," Grant explained. "My brother Brad, he cares about this gold coin."
"Is this gold coin very special?" Wei Ran asked after the translation was finished. He had no interest in coins, so naturally he couldn't tell what was special about the gold coin in the photo.
“Very special indeed”
Grant said, "This is a corolla-headed double eagle gold coin minted in Philadelphia in 1849. The only one currently in existence is collected by the Smithsonian Institution. If it is sent to auction, even in the worst case, at least one can be sold.
Ten million dollars.”
"You mean, your grandfather had such a precious gold coin?" Wei Ran frowned after listening to the translation.
"Our grandfathers were originally from Philadelphia."
Grant explained, "While he was alive, he said more than once that he once owned such a gold coin, but he never mentioned that he had participated in World War II. It was not until he died that my father discovered it among his belongings.
Got these things on the table.”
"Can I ask a question?" Wei Ran asked patiently after the translation was finished.
"Of course." Grant nodded.
"Your grandmother is a recruiter?" Wei Ran asked.
"Not really"
Grant shook his head, "My grandmother is from Germany, but my brother Brad, his wife is really a recruiter."
"No wonder" Wei Ran muttered secretly.
"My brother has always wanted to find the legendary amulet" Grant said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Can I ask a second question?" Wei Ran said after waiting for the translation to finish again.
With Grant's permission, he also asked the most critical question in Russian, "Do you know anything about the experience of your grandfather's brother, Mr. Grant?"
"He fought in the Moss War, but he didn't survive," Grant said. "There wasn't even a body left."
"Okay, next question."
Wei Ran still waited for the strong man to finish the translation before he said, "Mr. Grant, what investigation are you going to entrust me with on your father's behalf? And how are you willing to pay for it?"
"My father and I have no interest in that ridiculous gold coin."
Grant said, "I hope to fulfill my father's wish and find evidence that the signatures on the photo album and cigars were left by General LeMay, and also find a way to verify whether my grandfather participated in the bombing of Tokyo."
"If you just want to prove the authenticity of a signature, handwriting identification is enough."
Wei Ran waited for the translation to finish and said, "Also, is there no information about your grandfather in the public records of the US military?"
"can be found"
Grant said, "My grandfather joined the army in 1942 and served as a bombardier in the 3rd Bomber Division. He participated in the air raid on Regensburg in the summer of 1943."
At this point, Grant paused and waited patiently for the strong man next to him to finish the translation before continuing, "But he retired at the beginning of 1943."
"Retired?"
Wei Ran took advantage of the translation time to think briefly, and then asked, "What about after you retire? What is your grandfather's occupation?"
"After he retired, he took over the family's pawn shop."
Grant said, "The pawn shop was left to my grandfather by my great-grandfather, who in turn left it to my father. If there were no accidents, it would have been left to my brother Brad soon after.
Run with ethics.”
"Why isn't it you?" Wei Ran asked curiously after the translation.
"I have my own business," Grant explained with a smile, "and I have no interest in antiques."
"Okay, last question."
Wei Ran looked at the strong man in charge of translating, "Although we are all friends of Fidel, my investigation requires a fee. How does Mr. Grant plan to pay the commission?"
"I wonder how much the commission is?" Grant asked calmly.
"I usually let the customer set the price. If the price is satisfactory, then I will take over the investigation. If the price is not satisfactory, then I can only trouble you to find other people to help."
Wei Ran said nonchalantly. This time he really didn't care. Even if the other party offered a commission of 1 dollar later, he might agree to it.
There was no other reason, he just wanted to relax. After all, this kind of job that has the opportunity to burn Tokyo and make money is really hard to find even if you are carrying an anti-aircraft searchlight.
"I heard Mr. Fidel mention your rules."
Grant pondered for a moment and then said, "Mr. Victor, how about $100,000? This is the highest commission I can offer. In addition to $100,000 in cash, these two photo albums are also yours."
"You want to give me these two photo albums?" Wei Ran patiently waited until the translation was finished before expressing his surprise.
"I have no interest in the antique business"
Grant said frankly, "Rather than letting my brother Brad inherit the pawn shop and then asking him to sell these things that my father has cherished all his life, I think it is better to find a more suitable owner for them."
Having said this, Grant also raised his head and pointed to the old photos hanging in the library, "Of course, I also hope that the old photos left by my grandfather will be honored to be hung in your library for permanent display."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this point, Grant paused for a moment, waiting for the strong man next to him to finish the translation, and then picked up the cigar sealed in the glass tube, "But this cigar I
I plan to take it back, I want my father to have a chance to enjoy this cigar at the last moment.
I forgot to mention that my father was a supporter of General LeMay and he used General LeMay as his role model throughout his life."
"Please tell your father"
When Wei Ran once again waited for the translation to finish, he solemnly stood up and took the initiative to shake hands with Mr. Grint across the table, "I will help him investigate and get a definite result as quickly as possible."
"On behalf of my father, I thank you for your willingness to lend a helping hand." Before Grant finished listening to the translation, he held Wei Ran's hands firmly.
"I also hope your father can recover as soon as possible," Wei Ran said sincerely.
"May General LeMay bless him."
Grant sighed, and then said, "Mr. Victor, it is really rude to have such an accident this morning. I hope you can forgive my brother. He is just too obsessed with the temptation of wealth."
"I didn't take it to heart"
Wei Ran waved his hand and asked curiously, "Is your brother still in Kazan?"
"Mr. Bullard had already boarded a flight to the United States in the afternoon."
It was the strong man who was responsible for the translation who said this, "He originally came with us, but he got Mr. Grant drunk yesterday and added some condiments to his wine."
"What a reliable brother," Wei Ran said with a smile.
"I will translate it in a more euphemistic way"
The strong man spoke a word of Russian in a rather sophisticated manner, and the English words that came out later turned into Wei Ran's sincere condolences to Grant.
After the oversized soul translator's helpful greetings, Grant excused himself as it was too late and chose to leave. He neither took away the things on the table nor asked Weiran when he would be able to provide an investigation result.
After seeing off Mr. Grant, who he got along well with, Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at the objects on the table.
"I've been resting for more than half a month, and it's time to get back to work."
Wei Ran muttered something vague and asked Liu Bofu, who had just returned from visiting relatives in Papua New Guinea at noon today, to help carry the things on the table and follow him. He himself carried a pot of coffee and walked to the basement of the library.
"See them?"
While entering the basement, Wei Ran also changed into Chaoshu and asked the little girl behind him.
"See...I see," Liu Bofu replied in a low voice.
"How are they doing?"
Wei Ran asked the other party gently to sit down on the sofa.
“Everything was good”
Lyubov sat down and refilled Wei Ran's coffee cup while whispering, "My brother has learned a lot of Russian. He is also very healthy. He has gained weight and is taller.
I made a lot of friends.”
"Where are your parents?" Wei Ran asked, picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip.
"They are doing very well and have gained weight."
There was unhidden happiness in Lyubov's tone, "They are very satisfied with their current life, and they even took me to the beach."
Having said this, Lyubov quickly added, "I put on makeup, dyed my hair, and put on a mask, sunglasses, and a hat. I guarantee that no one will..."
“Don’t be so nervous”
Wei Ran waved his hands indifferently. He was not worried about this kind of thing at all. He believed that neither Gorman nor Liubov's father would make such a stupid mistake.
"My mother is pregnant," Liu Bofu suddenly burst out with news that Wei Ran had never expected.
"Pregnant?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is there any help we can provide? Or do you need to take care of her?"
"Need not"
Lyubov showed a bright smile, "They said they just want a child to accompany them."
"That's fine." Wei Ran nodded, "Go and do your work."
"Lao Gang, thank you." Liu Bofu said an off-key Chinese sentence in her mouth, and then ran out of the basement happily.
“Who the hell did you learn Chinese from with such a heartless person?”
Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded, locked the explosion-proof door in the basement, then took the things he asked the other party to carry in and walked into the studio.
As usual, a careful inspection of the studio was carried out, and necessary supplies were replenished for all props in the metal book that could be used for supplies except the Long March pole.
Next, he sent the weapons from the studio related to the Spanish International Brigade and the wrestler Miguel and his brother-in-law to a storage room farthest from the studio and locked them.
After everything was ready, he sat down at the table in the studio again, carefully wrote a note and put it on the table, then took a deep breath and took out the metal book.