The lively Christmas party lasted for more than an hour. As the sky outside the window completely darkened, everyone who was full of wine and food cleared the table together and sang a Russian congratulatory song under the leadership of Mrs. Uma.
However, the old lady got up and picked up a clean soup plate from the kitchen and placed it on the dining table. She enthusiastically suggested, "It's so lively today, how about we play a Soviet-era divination game?"
"What divination game?" Suisui, who had been chatting with the old lady just now, asked first.
"This is a little game I often played with my friends in the village at Christmas when I was as young as you."
Mrs. Uma seemed to be much younger and said with great interest, "First of all, each of us needs to throw a piece of jewelry of our own into the soup plate. Of course, it is best to have a wedding ring."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"
Suisui yelled and ran to the sofa to pick up the SLR she brought, "Aunt Uma, can I take a photo?"
"sure"
Mrs. Uma nodded gently, and after Suisui placed the SLR with video mode turned on on a separate table, she continued, "After placing the jewelry, we will cover the plate with a towel or handkerchief.
Then they sing a divination song together. After each verse, the girls will take turns taking out a piece of jewelry from the soup plate. Whose jewelry they touched belongs to, and the content of the divination song will predict what may happen in the next year."
"Mom, can't this divination man participate?"
Makar was obviously aware of this divination game for the first time and joked, "Can you tell whether there will be wild boars and hares on our farm next year?"
"What men want, just rely on their own hands and brains to work hard. This kind of thing is of no use to you." Mrs. Uma gave an inspiring answer half jokingly, half seriously.
"Victor, it seems this game has nothing to do with us."
Makar pointed to the TV not far away, "Would you like to play games together? I just bought the game console from a second-hand store last month."
"Unless there is beer." As Wei Ran spoke, he stood up happily and gave up his position to Katenka, who had been deliberately avoiding the camera from the beginning.
"Not only do we have beer, but we also have fried chicken nuggets that I bought before you came here."
As Makar spoke, he had already opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of beer and fried chicken nuggets in a carton. By the way, he also heated up a bottle of milk for his son and gave it to the well-behaved little one.
The Maine Coon cat opened a can of meat.
While the two men were sitting on the sofa playing games in front of the TV, Mrs. Uma at the dining table also played a Soviet-era divination game with three girls.
He took off a shiny platinum ring from the old hand and threw it in. Amidst the clear and crisp sound of jingling, the three young girls also learned to take off their wedding rings, or necklaces, or like Katian.
Ka, who didn't wear any jewelry, simply took off a button from his clothes and threw it into the soup plate.
Whenever Mrs. Uma finished singing a divination song that praised bread, wealth, or even a happy life, the women around the table would take turns picking out something at random from the soup plate covered with a towel, and wait until there was only one left.
When taking off the last piece of jewelry, the owner of the jewelry has to close her eyes and guess who the jewelry is on.
This is like a board game version of the handkerchief-throwing game. This is where it gets interesting. The owner of the last piece of jewelry will be punished if he guesses wrong. If he guesses correctly, the girl who hid the piece of jewelry will be punished.
As for this so-called punishment, Suisui's imagination turned into something similar to truth or dare.
Makar, who was playing games with Wei Ran, looked at his wife and mother and said with emotion, "Our house, or to be precise, my mother's house has not been so lively for a long time."
"Mrs. Uma seems to be an easy person to get along with," Wei Ran said while using the game controller to control the character to jump up and down.
"That's just because Karenina happens to be from Odessa, Ukraine"
Makar lowered his voice slightly, "She rarely invites others to her home. She won't even go out unless necessary, let alone invite young people to her home."
"It's always like this?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"It's been like this since we moved here." Makar pointed to his son who was lying on the bed next to the Maine Coon cat. "I was not much older than him at that time."
"Makar..." Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Your father..."
"My father passed away." Makar shook his head. "I almost forgot what he looked like. I only remember that he was a doctor."
"Feel sorry..."
"It doesn't matter"
Makar picked up the beer and clinked it with Wei Ran, and actively invited him, "If you can go to my farm tomorrow, I can take you hunting, although this is my main job recently."
"Wild boar?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"It could also be a hare." Makar smiled mockingly, "I'm afraid these two are the most common things on my farm now."
"As long as you have enough shotguns and bullets"
"This is Texas," Makar said confidently, "I just remembered that the most common thing on my farm is bullets."
Wei Ran thought for a while and said, "In that case, let's treat you to some Chinese food tomorrow!"
"What Chinese food?" Makar suddenly became interested, "When I went to Dallas to buy accessories in the summer, I once had General Tso's chicken. Victor, can you cook that dish?"
"General Tso's Chicken? You don't know how to cook it." Wei Ran shook his head and said, "But you will definitely like what I treat you to."
"real?"
"Really, I promise!" Wei Ran replied confidently, with a weird smile on his face that made Makar shudder.
The family was lively and lively until 9:30 in the evening, and at Wei Ran's suggestion, Katenka, who volunteered as the photographer, took a group photo, and then the three of them were driven by Makar.
The pickup truck was sent back to the hotel, and we also made an appointment to pick them up the next day.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After returning to the room, Wei Ran immediately asked, "I just didn't have the chance to ask, why did you remember to go to their farm?"
"Didn't I say it all, make money?"
The proud Suisui said with confidence, "There are wild rabbits and wild boars on the farms in the western United States, and of course, there is also an almost uncontrolled gun culture here. With these elements, I am confident that the captives will be raised."
The fat sheep were brought over and slaughtered again."
"Really?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously, feeling ashamed to say that in terms of making money in business, he really couldn't compare to a gadget like Suisui.
"of course it's true!"
Suisui became interested, and the look of pride on her little face, which was stained red by the alcohol, became more and more intense, "Because that place is only interesting to go to in winter, but in summer, those fat sheep don't have anywhere to go. That
If Makar's farm is really good, I can happily slaughter fattened sheep all year round.
When the time comes, not only will I be able to switch to an oil-burning car, but maybe it will also have multiple BMW or Mercedes-Benz logos on it. Why not do this kind of low-cost, high-profit business?"
"Really sure?" Wei Ran asked again.
"Of course it's true!" Suisui responded and couldn't help but burp.
"In that case, take this." While speaking, Wei Ran took out a handbag from his bag and handed it to the other party.
Suisui opened her handbag and took a look, her eyes suddenly widened, "So much money! Or is it US dollars? Where did you pick it up?"
"Pick one up and show it to me."
Wei Ran took off the camera from the other party's neck and took out the memory card inside and said, "Makar's father asked me to find an excuse to give this money to them. Since you plan to do business with the other party tomorrow, why not
Just find an excuse to give the money to Makar. But it must be kept secret."
"Do I understand that I can use this money to invest in Makar's farm?" Suisui asked seriously as if she had suddenly sobered up.
"Yes, yes, but if there is any cash benefit, I'm afraid it won't fall on your head." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already stuffed the memory card into his laptop, preparing to store the content he had taken previously, especially the last group photo.
, email them all to Gorman.
"That's no problem!" Suisui zipped up her handbag and said happily, "What's the cash gain? We can still make money when the time comes."
"Do you like making money that much?" Wei Ran asked with great interest, while first sending the group photo taken before leaving and a close-up of Katenka's secretly taken of Uma to those waiting in Kazan.
Gorman.
"I'm not interested in money. What I like is the feeling of slaughtering fat sheep." A particularly bluffing statement popped out of Suisui's mouth.
At the same time, Gorman, who was hiding in the dormitory on the top floor of the five-story building in Hongqi Forest Farm, also received new emails from Weiran after refreshing his mailbox again and again.
After seeing the photo that included Wei Ran and Suisui, a cloudy tear rolled down from the corner of the eye of this old guy who once made Wei Ran frightened and even gave him nightmares.
And when he opened the second photo and saw in the close-up of Mrs. Uma the platinum ring on her hand that was used to play divination games, Gorman even choked up with tears.
In the dark dormitory, people chanted "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." over and over again.
Outside the door of the dormitory, in the dim corridor, Culp, Dalia and Anna looked at each other silently, and then quietly walked into Anna's dormitory.
"I don't know anything," Anna was the first to say.
"I don't know anything," Dalia said, then looked at Culp with her hands on her hips.
"It's none of my business, isn't it a holiday now?" Culp whispered, and the three of them smiled in unison.
"Culp, can his wife come back?" Anna asked in a low voice.
"Maybe they can come back, but even if they come back, they won't be able to meet each other."
Culp lit a cigarette and said helplessly and irritably, "Gorman is dead. He has been dead a long time ago. He must die too. If he survives, many people will die. Maybe there are...
No, it should be said that it definitely includes us."
