After resting in the hotel for a night, Wei Ran re-disguised his face and body shape early the next morning, took the cash and bullet samples he had prepared in advance, and took a taxi to where Taxi was located again.
Suburban farm.
Almost at the same time as he got out of the taxi, little Matthew ran out of the room in a hurry.
"Don't you need to go to school?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Today is the weekend, Mr. Nicholas." As Matthew spoke, he had already handed the mobile phone he used yesterday to Wei Ran.
"Give this to your Uncle Taxi." Wei Ran took the phone and handed the bullet sample in a sealed bag to the other party.
"Please wait a moment," Matthew said, taking out a cosmetic spray bottle from his pocket, pointing it at the sealed bag and spraying it wildly.
Amidst the strong smell of alcohol, Matthew explained in a sweet voice, "This is just the first step of cleaning. After it is sent in, it will be washed again with an ultrasonic cleaning machine before Uncle Tassie is willing to touch it."
"That sounds really troublesome. Are you usually like this?"
Facing Wei Ran's question, Matthew nodded as usual, "This is already a very easy job. The trouble is that when eating every day, not only must it be clean enough, but also the presentation must meet his requirements, otherwise it will be difficult for him to do so."
Uncle Xi will go crazy."
“Thank you so much for your hard work.”
Wei Ran grinned. It was really hard to make any comment. Mental illness was far more torturous than physical pain. This was something he knew well before he got the Guqin Yaoguang bed.
Waiting patiently for Matthew to complete the disinfection work on the inside and outside of the packaging bag, the little guy walked into the wooden house with the bullet that contained the residual alcohol smell in a small acrylic glass box.
On the second floor of another house next door, behind the gauze curtains, Monica was showing half of her face, secretly looking at Wei Ran who had already noticed her.
As Weiran waited patiently, more than half an hour passed before Taxi sent a call request.
But compared to yesterday, this time Tassie in the video actually wore a protective suit, and the ordinary warhead was also held by him with a pair of tweezers, as if he was treating the warhead from Chernobyl.
They are the same as the graphite core fragments dug out of the nuclear power plant ruins.
"Is this what you plan to do?" Taxi asked the camera with some disappointment, "It doesn't look complicated."
"It is indeed not complicated, but the requirements are still very high." Wei Ran explained, "and the requirements for materials are also relatively high."
"Tell me more about it" Taxi finally became interested.
Hearing this, Wei Ran switched to the memo page of his phone and read the size information and material requirements he had written down yesterday to the other party one by one. At the same time, he was also preparing secretly in case the other party asked what this thing was used for.
Yes, just use the excuse you thought up in advance.
However, after listening, Taxi just nodded without hesitation, "It's not too difficult. How many do you want?"
"How about 100?" Wei Ran asked tentatively. Of course he didn't need so many, but he had to consider whether the other party would be too lazy to take the job if there were less.
"There are too many. Although they are not difficult to process, if you follow what you just said and want to achieve the highest precision I can achieve, it will take at least five hours to make one." As Taxi spoke, he clamped the tweezers.
The stuck bullets were fed into a machine, "How about 50? I can only make 50 for you at most."
“50 is fine”
Wei Ran thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "But I may ask you to make some things in the future. I hope you won't refuse then."
"of course not"
Tassie said while sterilizing the tweezers with a spray bottle, "Now let's talk about the price. Every time I process one of those small things for you, it costs 200 euros, and 50 of them cost 10,000 euros. These need to be processed before starting.
Just pay it off.
In addition, there is also Gubijing Pasta Restaurant. Only if you rent that restaurant, I will help you process these little things."
It seems that this money has to be spent... Wei Ran thought to himself, and then nodded in agreement, "Let Matthew come out and get the money. In addition, after I rent the place, it may not be very easy."
Start business soon.”
"Of course, our agreement does not require you to start business when." Taxi said happily.
"In addition, I will take away at least two of the things you processed today." Wei Ran made a second request.
Tassie nodded happily, "If you don't mind, please wait under the oak tree for a while, I will let Monica bake pizza for you to eat, but you also know our situation, so I'm sorry, we can't invite you.
Go into any house and sit."
"No need"
Wei Ran said simply, "I will pay an extra two hundred euros later. After you finish processing, how about asking Monica to send it to the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant together with the key to the restaurant? I know she has social anxiety.
, so you can just put it at the bar of the restaurant, you don’t have to wait for me to show up, and you don’t even have to make a phone call.”
At this point, Wei Ran let the taxi that had been waiting for him appear on the screen, "I don't want the taxi to be waiting here all the time."
"No problem." Taxi simply agreed to Wei Ran's request, "I'll let Matthew out now."
After hanging up the phone and not waiting long, Matthew came out with a file bag. After casually looking at the contents of the agreement, Wei Ran happily took out the corresponding amount of cash and handed it to the other party.
After receiving the cash, Matthew immediately ran into the room, and not long after, the agreement signed by Monica and a shiny key were delivered to him.
"Mr. Nicholas, we will deliver the things you need when we go to the city to buy things at about six o'clock this afternoon."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I'll trouble you all." Wei Ran put away the lease agreement, touched Matthew's fluffy roll, turned around and got into the room that had been waiting for him.
of taxi.
After successfully returning to the city, Wei Ran changed into a taxi and rushed directly to Gubijing Pasta Restaurant. After opening the rolling shutter door, he went straight to the small bar on the second floor and successfully found Terun on the small bookshelf on the side of the bar.
A memoir written by two survivors, Thomas and Pierre.
After flipping through the front and back pages of this memoir, there is no publishing information, let alone information such as book number or pricing. From this, it can be seen that this memoir has most likely not been published, and has only been printed in small quantities.
This is just a souvenir.
Putting the memoir in his bag, Wei Ran took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the group behind the bar. Then he turned downstairs, locked the half-open rolling door, and took a taxi back to the hotel.
He took his time and changed his face, and also changed his hair color. Wei Ran wore a formal suit, took the memoir, and took a taxi straight to a restaurant not far from Gubijing Pasta Restaurant.
church.
Choosing a bench outside the church with a view of the restaurant, Wei Ran sat down, tucked the memoir into a Bible he had prepared in advance, and waited patiently for Matthew and Monica to deliver the processed bullets.
He turned his head and flipped through the contents of the memoir.
In the memoirs co-authored by Trento and Pierre, they recorded the Second Gubija War in detail from the perspectives of transport company soldiers of the Italian 101st Armored Division and tankers of the 132nd Armored Division respectively.
Everything that happened in the previous period.
From the perspective of the two wounded soldiers, it explains the various choices made by the soldiers of the three countries in the desert where they lost their way in order to survive and to continue their friendship until the end of the war.
It was from this memoir that Wei Ran learned that shortly after they escaped from the desert, reporter Pell went back again, took a group photo of them, and told the news to the still-in-the-hospital
Trento recovering from his injuries.
In addition, Weiran also learned from this memoir that for a long time after the war, Pierre and Trento worked hard to find the whereabouts of journalist Pell.
Unfortunately, the only clue they got was that Pell died in an air strike. Other than that, they didn't even know where he was buried, and this became their biggest regret.
Of course, the memoirs also mentioned the British prisoner Harry Burton many times without any surprise. However, between the lines, Trento and Pierre did not want him to know that Carlo, Panettone and Pierre had already died in the battle.
News, that’s why I haven’t gone to the North African desert for an appointment.
At the end of the memoir, it was also mentioned that in the safe on the bar on the second floor, there is still a bottle of red wine leftover from their birthday party, a bottle waiting for everyone to share at the second birthday party.
French wine.
After reading the entire memoir, Wei Ran glanced in the direction of Gubijing Pasta Restaurant.
The restaurant facade shrouded in the sunset was dyed a touch of golden color. Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows protected by iron bars, it seemed that there were two waning old people guarding the birthday cake, waiting for old friends who would never show up again to attend the appointment.
birthday party.
After a long time, a convertible Fiat 500 parked in the parking lot opposite the restaurant. Matthew, a kid wearing jeans and a T-shirt, walked across the road holding an ice cream cone in one hand and an acrylic glass box in the other, opened the rolling shutter door of the restaurant and got in.
Go in.
Not long after, the little guy came out again, locked the rolling shutter door, and disappeared into the street corner shrouded in the sunset in the small convertible car.
After taking one last look at the quiet streets around the restaurant to make sure there were no police officers he had been worried about, Wei Ran slowly stood up and walked to the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant with the memoir in hand.
The rolling shutter door that had just been locked was opened again, and Wei Ran saw at a glance that there was a small acrylic glass box on the bar that still had traces of fire, as well as a machine that he had used on that farm.
