After returning from a trip to the desert to test the gun, Wei Ran processed the first and last parts and never left the studio again.
The results of this test gun were very remarkable. Among other things, with those precision-machined bullets and the unique straight trajectory of the 20mm large-caliber bullets, the accurate shooting distance of the anti-tank gun was barely increased to 1,500 meters.
From this distance up, it is no longer a problem with the bullets and firearms themselves, but rather with his own current shooting skills, which extend further. Even if small-caliber bullets are used, even the current distance may be longer.
Just get a discount.
And these undoubtedly require a lot of practice to make up for.
But obviously, it is simply not realistic to practice with that shady anti-tank gun. The most he can do is to take advantage of the opportunity to study at the Hongqi Forest Farm and use other large-caliber firearms as substitutes in an honest and fair way.
Slowly improve your shooting ability.
However, these leisurely days came to an end when Ji Ma returned from the UK with 88,800 pounds, an income figure that was pleasing to the Chinese people.
"Victor, are you really not going to Kirov with me?" Jima asked again after seeing Wei Ran put away the check.
"It's only been a few days?"
Wei Ran clapped his fingers and said, "That old guy named Leva has been discharged from the hospital? Are you sure it's a good time for you to go? You secretly sent the money there, and then you showed up. Why didn't you just hide it in the drawer and wait for him to come back?
After we get home, knock him unconscious and take him to the hospital."
"Forehead..."
Jima scratched his head and was about to say something, but Wei Ran spoke first, "Besides, you know Leva very well? I at least bought a camera from him, what about you? Have you met him? Speaking of this
, where is the camera I bought?”
"What's your camera?" Ji Matian said shamelessly, "That's my camera. I found it in my car, my camera."
Giving the other party a middle finger, Wei Ran didn't look into the camera and asked instead, "Did Mr. Charlotte say anything?"
"I told you, just two."
Dima made a scissor gesture and replied, "First of all, he asked me to tell you that you can either go to see him yourself or send someone who can speak English or Italian to see him."
"What's the other one?" Wei Ran asked, ignoring the fart-like request.
"On the other hand" Jima paused, "Did Aurora take someone to play at Mr. Charlotte's place?"
"That's true." Wei Ran nodded, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Charlotte said that in the future, tourists who are so generous can send him more."
Ji Ma said with a strange expression, "I heard him say that the international students and teachers of Aurora bought almost all the good things in the souvenir shop downstairs at once, leaving only
Some of the most worthless jewelry. Even the bar next door run by his son was booked out by a girl for a birthday party for one night."
Where did these gadgets come from? Wei Ran muttered to himself, but also did not take the second thing seriously.
"Victor, there is a third thing." Jima said abruptly, "But this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Charlotte, it is my idea."
"Speak directly." Wei Ran picked up the silver moka pot that Charlotte had given him and poured a small cup of coffee for Jima.
"What do you think about making Charlotte's story into a movie?" Jima patted his chest and introduced himself, "I think I can play the German reporter Pell this time."
"Forget it about playing that well." Wei Ran looked at Jima dumbfounded, "What's wrong? Are you addicted to making movies? Don't you want that camp anymore?"
"It's not a conflict, is it?"
Jima continued to encourage, "That British guy Charlotte looks like Mr. Alexander, a rich man who spends a lot of money. I think he must be happy to invest a sum of money to film this story, right?"
Wei Ran shook his head and asked bluntly, "Even if he is willing, then why does he have to ask us to make a movie?"
“Of course it’s because we’re cheap!”
Jima said confidently, "Let's watch! After we finish filming "To Friendship in the Blizzard" in the winter, if he wants to make a movie about his father's experience in North Africa, he will definitely be willing to consider us. After all, no matter what
Say, you dug out the truth of this story, didn’t you?”
"You are quite confident," Wei Ran joked with a smile.
"You still have to have confidence." It was not Jima who said this, but Mr. Nicholas, who had lunch at the travel agency next door.
Hearing the sound, Wei Ran and Ji Ma quickly stood up and respectfully greeted this old man who was so young but lived an extraordinarily free and easy life.
"I just accidentally overheard your conversation."
Nicholas sat down at the long table with a smile, and while Wei Ran was pouring him coffee, he said, "Victor, although I didn't listen to everything, I think you can consider Ji Ma's suggestion."
"Making a movie?" Wei Ran handed the other party a cup of coffee, "But I..."
"It's not a conflict, is it?"
Nicholas did not touch the cup of coffee. Instead, he took the cigarette from Jima and held it in his mouth, letting the latter light it for him. Then he continued in a puff of smoke, "You just need to tell a good story."
That's enough. This does not conflict with your status as a historian. If you can direct the filming of a few good movies, it will further enhance your reputation."
"Mr. Nicholas, do you think making a movie is too easy?" Wei Ran asked with a grin. Forget about Ji Ma's unreliable bad idea, why did this old gentleman join in the fun?
“How hard can it be to make a movie?”
Nicholas said nonchalantly, "Even that bastard Culp participated in a movie in France when he was young. Although it was not an important role, the movie was very famous."
"Mr. Culp has also acted in movies?" Jima looked at Nikolai in surprise and asked, "Which movie was it?"
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Nicholas changed the topic at the right time and said, "Let's do it! Jima, call Dalia and ask her to come over as quickly as possible to discuss it together. If Victor, a coward, has no objection, we will set up our own
Let’s start a company and see if we can make some good movies.”
"I'll make a call right away!" Jima, who was not too concerned about the excitement, immediately took out his mobile phone, dialed Teacher Dalia, and walked outside the studio.
"Mr. Nicholas, is...is it necessary to do this?" Wei Ran looked at each other in confusion. He didn't even think about it. Why did these two idiots get into each other's head?
"I remember you said a year ago that you wanted to be a war correspondent?" Nikolai looked at Wei Ran with a smile, "Since we are all using cameras to capture things, isn't it safer to make movies than to go to the battlefield?
?”
"That's what I'm saying..." Wei Ran muttered hesitantly. He didn't really want to refuse, he just simply wasn't optimistic about the matter.
"It seems that you, little guy, are really only suitable for browsing historical materials in the library." Nicholas's disdain in his tone was not concealed at all, "When it comes to making money, you don't even have as sharp a sense of smell as Ji Ma."
"But..."
"Historian is just your disguise"
Nicholas said abruptly, "Anyone can take this identity seriously, but you can't. On the other hand, if you don't know how to make money, and there happens to be a group of people around you who want to make money with you and need a certain skill from you
My friend, all you need to consider is the harm this will bring to you."
Nicholas paused for a moment when he said this. Seeing that Wei Ran seemed to have listened, he continued slowly, "If you can't think of any harm, then why don't you accept it happily?"
"I was wondering what good this would be for you," Wei Ran said directly.
"I need money too, don't I?" Nicholas said with a smile, "There is such a rare opportunity to make a lot of money easily, why not seize it?"
"That's all?"
"if not?"
Nicholas glanced at Jima who had hung up the phone outside the door, lowered his voice slightly and continued, "We are just some people who, after losing their strongest support, cling to each other to survive in this world that does not belong to us.
They are just poor bastards. If you have the opportunity to make yourself and those who rely on you live a better life, of course you must seize it."
"I'll think about it." Wei Ran cautiously gave an answer full of retreat options.
"We still have a lot of time," Nicholas said, picking up the silver moka pot on the table and pouring himself a cup. "This coffee pot is good, how about giving it to me?"
"It's already yours" Wei Ran nodded dumbfounded.
"You see, this is the benefit I have obtained for myself." Nicholas tapped the coffee pot lightly, "If you don't try it, how will you know that you are willing to give it to me?"
"Can I still refuse?" Wei Ran said, pushing the silver coffee cone beside the table to Nicholas with a smile on his face.
"At least you have absolute freedom on whether to set up a company to make movies together."
Seeing that Jima had pushed the door open, Nikolai simply changed the subject and asked enthusiastically about his experience of studying acting in Finland. From time to time, this octogenarian old man could even give Jima some advice.
It was a bright suggestion. As for Wei Ran, who had lost a silver coffee pot, he was completely ignored by the old man and the young man.
At noon the next day, Dalia, who was wearing a formal suit on a hot day, followed Mr. Nicholas, who was also wearing a suit, and walked into Weiran's Time Studio with a smile.
"Well, is it necessary to be so formal?"
Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at the beach shorts, flip-flops and baggy T-shirt he was wearing, and then at the suits on the other two, and for a moment he had the urge to go back to the bedroom upstairs to change clothes.
"Decent clothing can bring psychological advantages in negotiations." Dalia looked at Wei Ran with a smile and joked, "Just like now, a certain little guy seems to be going back upstairs to change clothes?"
"never mind"
Wei Ran calmly picked up the coffee pot on the table, poured a cup for each of them, and said mockingly, "Even if I wear a medieval armor and two layers of body armor, I won't have any advantage against you."
.Mr. Nicholas, Teacher Dalia, please sit down."
"It seems that you learned a lot from Gorman," Dalia said, gently pulling out the chair and waiting for Nicholas to sit down before sitting on another chair next to her.
"Please, don't let me recall anything related to Mr. Gorman." Wei Ran grinned, "Let's talk about business."
"Have you made a decision?" Nicholas looked at Wei Ran who sat down last with a smile, the satisfaction on his face not concealed at all.
