After spending two days carefully sorting out the used books he bought, Wei Ran finally devoted all his energy to his graduation thesis again. Every now and then, when he encountered something he couldn't handle, he would drive to Kazan University and ask for help humbly.
That cheap tutor Kajik.
This teacher was quite enthusiastic and dedicated. Not only did he answer questions without reservation, but when it was time for dinner, he and Maya would be invited to have a meal together at a Georgian restaurant not far from the university.
Dun. Of course, the person who pays the bill will always be Wei Ran.
As for the things found in the wooden box, Wei Ran didn't mention a word, and Kajik and Maya also didn't mention anything from beginning to end as if they really didn't know anything about it. They just asked him to help bring a few books there.
There are old books on the second floor of the library that I have taken a fancy to, and I am blatantly trying to borrow them without returning them.
Wei Ran had a completely indifferent attitude towards this. Those used books he spent a lot of money to buy were mostly used as an excuse to show off, and giving away a few books would have no impact at all.
However, as the saying goes, there are gains and losses, so Kajik and Maya borrowed a few books from him. As a result, at noon that day, he received a call from Diane, the head of the Edelweiss organization.
"Are you in Kazan? You want to give me a gift?" Wei Ran, who was initially reluctant to answer the call, raised his eyebrows in surprise after hearing the other party's intention.
“To thank you for helping us in Belarus”
Diane said gently, "Mr. Victor, is it convenient for you to meet me now? My gifts and I are at the train station now. Or you can give me an address."
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran said, "Well, just wait for me and I'll send you the address."
After hanging up the phone, Weiran locked up his laptop and said apologetically to Kajik who was sitting across from him, "Sorry, boss, I have to go home. There is a client I need to see."
"Do not apologize"
Kajik put down the coffee cup in his hand, "Remember to correct the mistakes I picked out in the graduation thesis, and then complete the rest as soon as possible. There are only a few days until the thesis is submitted."
"I will think about it." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already put his notebook into his horsehide briefcase and ran out of the office in a hurry.
"Boss, is it really profitable to study history?" Maya, who was holding a pie in one hand and reading a book borrowed from Wei Ran with enthusiasm, asked with some excitement.
"If this industry was really profitable, would I still be teaching here?" Kajik replied angrily, then knocked on the cup, "Coffee, remember to put less sugar and more milk."
"But Victor looks like he made a lot of money in the history books," Maya said while pouring coffee for the former.
Kajik put down the book in his hand and said with some jealousy, "He? He was just lucky. If nothing else, he was able to find the photo of the Soviet red flag on the Capitol. It was no more difficult than finding the Amber Room.
the difference."
"I heard Jima say that what he found was more than just a photo." Maya continued to stimulate Kajik, "It seems that there is also..."
"Maya, if you have nothing to do, go to the restaurant on the pier to buy some lunch and come back."
"Why do you want to go to the one on the pier?" Maya put down her coffee cup and asked in confusion.
"Because at least it makes my ears quiet and quiet."
Kajik pinched his eyebrows and said, "My wife who owns a restaurant has been saying that studying history for decades is not profitable, why are you still saying it now?"
"I think..."
"Please close the door for me from the outside." Kajik, who was quite annoyed, shooed away Maya, the cheap student who was deliberately trying to squeeze him, and then locked the door directly.
At the same time, after Wei Ran sent the address to Diane, he also left the school in an off-road vehicle and walked back slowly.
When he drove into the large yard by Lake Kaban, a truck pulling a container and a taxi also parked on the roadside outside the yard.
"Long time no see, Mr. Victor." Diane extended her hand to Wei Ran enthusiastically.
"It's been a long time indeed." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party reservedly, and at the same time muttered silently in his heart, "It really hasn't been that long actually."
"Mr. Victor, let's take a look at the gift we gave you first." As Diane spoke, she took out a bunch of keys from her bag and handed them to Wei Ran.
However, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to receive the key. Instead, he smiled and said in German mixed with Chinese, "Diane, we have a saying in China called being courteous for nothing. Translated into words you can understand, it means it is not on holidays.
There must be a clear reason for accepting the gift."
"Do not misunderstand"
Diane patted her forehead helplessly and said, "Mr. Victor, you are too cautious. This gift is really just to thank you for helping us investigate the historical truth in Belarus. In addition, it is also to thank you for the time movie."
Ms. Anna from the studio introduced us to her."
"That's all?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously.
"That's all." Diane held up three fingers dumbfounded. "I can swear that I won't make any additional demands through gifts. Of course, it's best if you can buy me a cup of coffee. In order to get this gift, I spent a lot of money.
A lot of strength.”
Hearing this, Wei Ran took the key, reached out and opened the tail door of the container, and then took the pliers handed over by the truck driver and cut off the lead seal on it.
As the hatch was opened, the first thing Wei Ran saw was a wooden cargo box fixed in the container, and then he saw the true nature of the gift through the gaps between the wooden boards.
This is a motorcycle, or to be more precise, it is a Zumpda brand ks750 sidecar motorcycle produced in Germany during World War II. Not only that, there seems to be another person like this in this container.
Towing bucket for use with motorcycles.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This thing is for me?" Wei Ran turned to look at Diane.
Diane smiled and explained in a calm tone, "To be precise, it was given to you by the financial supporters of the Edelweiss Organization."
"Why?"
Wei Ran asked the most critical question. Although this motorcycle was produced a little early, it is not cheap at all, especially when there is a trailer hanging on the back. With such a complete set, I am afraid it can
It's worth about $100,000.
"Just a week ago, the person who gave you the gift made an investment in Time Film Studio after negotiating with Ms. Anna."
Diane briefly and comprehensively stated the core reason and then continued, "To thank you for your help, he gave you this motorcycle from his collection."
Seeing that Wei Ran seemed to have no objection, Diane waved to the truck driver, who immediately operated the electric rocker arm and unloaded the motorcycles and trailers from the container one by one.
Under Wei Ran's watchful eye, the truck driver carefully helped dismantle the wooden frame outside the motorcycle and trailer, and then even took out a barrel of gasoline prepared in advance from the cab.
"Can this motorcycle still start?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"Of course," Diane replied in the affirmative, "It's almost like brand new, Mr. Victor, let's ride it and try it."
Hearing this, Wei Ran looked around the motorcycle and saw that the Nazi logo on the body had been replaced by anti-war symbols. Then he picked up the oil drum and filled the motorcycle with fuel himself. At the same time, he also hung a
I got on the tractor that looked somewhat similar to the trolley used to haul cement at the construction site.
Wei Ran started the motorcycle easily. He looked at the World War II German steel helmet placed in the sidecar. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Sit on. I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
"Thanks"
Diane smiled, took out some cash and handed it to the truck driver as a tip. Then she pointed at the garbage on the ground and motioned for help to take it away, and then she awkwardly got into the sidecar.
After driving Diane into the courtyard, Wei Ran parked his motorcycle in the shadow of the thick and dense oak tree from a distance, and then led the visitor into the lobby on the first floor.
"This house is very beautiful, and the yard outside is also very beautiful." Diane said a few free compliments in a sincere tone.
"My friend lent it to me. I moved my studio here from Volgograd some time ago."
Wei Ranhun explained a few words nonchalantly, and after asking Diane to sit down at the long table in the lobby on the first floor, he slowly brought a pot of coffee.
After chatting with Diane for more than half an hour, this fat woman seemed to be just here to give a gift. She didn't make any additional requests until she finally left. This made Wei Ran breathe a sigh of relief and also thought to himself.
I wonder if I have been too nervous lately.
In addition, the motorcycle parked under the oak tree in the center of the yard also made Wei Ran worried. Although this thing is beautiful, he has no hobby of riding motorcycles at all. It can even be said that he is not interested in this kind of three-wheeled bicycle.
The iron-wrapped thing has a hint of fear that comes from unknown sources.
Moreover, except for the shade of two oak trees, there is not even a serious garage in this yard. If the motorcycle is placed under the shade of the trees, I am afraid that it will not be long before it becomes a pile of scrap metal.
After thinking about it, Wei Ran simply took out his phone and called Mr. Nikolai in Volgograd, intending to borrow flowers and offer them to the Buddha as a favor. After all, the old man had been riding around on the streets on a broken Harley all day long, saying,
Maybe you are interested?
It's a pity that after the call was connected, Wei Ran had just finished expressing his thoughts, and Mr. Nicholas replied unceremoniously, "Forget it Victor, the German motorcycles are only comfortable to ride on captured ones."
, I’m not interested in it being given as a gift.”
Before he finished speaking, the stubborn old man simply hung up the phone, leaving Wei Ran on the other end of the phone. While listening to the busy signal from the phone, he mocked and muttered to himself, "Good intentions are treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, and by the way, he was also
The donkey kicked me."
The only old guy who might be interested in this motorcycle didn't want it. Standing at the door, Wei Ran looked at the motorcycle under the tree, and then at the off-road vehicle parked next to the motorcycle. After thinking about it, he simply dialed the number.
I gave it to the gangster leader Greva who had helped before, and planned to ask him to help find some people to build a few serious garages in the yard.
