Under the surging aurora, Gale controlled the dog sled and drove Quentin to the front.
A few dozen meters away, Wei Ran shouted to the reindeer sleigh, carrying Kantan and Dorian close behind. Behind him, two reindeer sleighs were pulled with ropes.
Guided by Quentin and the clear sled tracks, the group walked through the coniferous forest in the rising cold wind, climbed over two low hills that were not too high, and finally stopped at a building next to each other in the forest.
In front of the wooden house built with two boulders over three meters high.
The area of this wooden house seems to be seventy or eighty square meters, and the two on the left and right are each equipped with a wooden shed without windows.
Quentin opened the wooden shed on the left with a familiarity and signaled Gale and Wei Ran to hurry up with the sled dogs and reindeer. He also pointed at the half-track motorcycle parked inside, "Those fur traders have taken a fancy to that car."
Motorcycles, I really don’t know what they think.”
"Thanks to their greed," Gale said happily, "but this barn is better than our shelter."
“They have more to thank than their greed”
Quentin led everyone to the wooden shed on the other side of the house. After opening the door, he pointed at the furs piled inside with a flashlight and said, "They still left enough furs."
"So many?" Everyone looked at the position where the beam of light swept in astonishment. The piles of animal skins inside were piled almost to the roof of the shed!
"friends"
Quentin said seriously, "As long as we make good use of our borrowed identity, and as long as we are careful, even if the war won't end soon, we can live very comfortably with these animal skins. And we also have an excellent French shoemaker,
As long as the conditions are right, we can even maximize the value of these furs."
"The nature of the Jews..." Wei Ran, who had seen Quentin's dark side along the way, muttered to himself again.
Kantan spread his hands and teased, half jokingly and half seriously, "Okay Quentin, I will remember to make you a pair of leather shoes. Before that, do you want us to go in and warm ourselves up? What you did just now
It’s already frightened Dorian.”
"I believe Dorian will not be frightened by me."
Quentin stopped Dorian's thin shoulders and asked with a smile, "Dorian, you don't think I'm more vicious than the Germans, do you?"
"How come?" Dorian grinned and replied with a somewhat unnatural expression, "Uncle Cantan is joking."
"I knew you weren't scared."
Quentin let go of Dorian's shoulders, closed the door of the warehouse full of furs and said, "Okay, as Uncle Quentin said, let's go in and warm up. There is even a sauna in this house.
"
"Is there anything decent to eat?" Gale was the first to follow and asked, "Besides bear meat."
"Yes, there is a lot!" Quentin opened the wooden door as he spoke, "There is even milk to drink, of course, reindeer milk."
"This is really paradise." Before Gale could finish his words, he was already the first one to rush in.
After a while, a bright kerosene gas lamp illuminated the room. Quentin called to Wei Ran and others for help. He first closed the animal skin curtains by the window to block the light, then lit the fireplace, and then called for everyone to gather around.
The table was sat down.
Looking around, Wei Ran couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue. Just like Gale said, this place can really be regarded as paradise. Not to mention anything else, it's just the record player and radio placed on another table not far away, and the ones beside the table.
The hand-cranked generator is the best proof.
"I asked the fur trader named Eero before"
Quentin said while placing the coffee pot on the shelf in the fireplace, "He said that only the seven of them knew about it. They spent a whole winter building it two years ago. They usually bought it from the surrounding hunters.
All furs will be temporarily stored here until spring before being transported through the Tana River, more than 20 kilometers away."
"You are so amazing, you can actually ask so many questions from their mouths." Gale exclaimed.
"Erault is a businessman"
Quentin took out a few crumpled apples from the wooden box by the window and distributed them to everyone. "As long as there is enough potential return, he will definitely be willing to give secrets of equal value in return. All businessmen are like this."
Gale shook his head dumbfounded, "Although I have often heard you say that in your restaurant before, I have never taken it seriously."
Quentin shrugged and did not continue the topic, "Gentlemen, from now on, we are all fur traders from Germany. Uncle Quentin, you are about the same age as Eero, so you will be Eero from now on.
?That guy said he still has a few houses in Inari, and then they will all be yours."
"When? When?"
Kantan took a bite of the wrinkled apple and said angrily, "When Germany takes over the world?"
"listen to me"
Quentin sat down at the dining table again, raised his hand and pointed to the radio on another table in the distance and said seriously, "The war will probably be over soon."
"The war will end soon? How is it possible?!" Dorian, who had already stuffed the apple core into his mouth, asked in surprise.
"I heard what Eero said," Quentin spread his hands, "businessmen have the most sensitive noses and ears. He said that the current situation is not good for Germany."
"Quentin, tell me in detail!" Quentin urged anxiously.
"Eero said that now all the ships in the northern ports that go back and forth between Finland and Germany are used to transport military supplies, and even the merchant ships they often use have been requisitioned."
"So?" Gale asked confused.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Quentin spread his hands, "What do you think those German lunatics did for bringing us from France to this hellish place to build a road?"
"I don't understand." Gale shook his head.
"It can't be just to help the Finns build roads," Dorian, who used to be careless in the past, said the most essential point, "I don't think the Germans are so kind."
"clever!"
Quentin praised, "I guess the Germans may be ready to attack Finland."
"What kind of good thing is this?" Kantan frowned.
“Of course it’s a good thing”
Quentin pointed in the direction casually, "Finland's neighbor is the Soviet Union. Once the Germans and Finns fight, the Soviets will definitely come to help. Who do you think the Soviets will help? Help the Germans?"
This Quentin is a genius...
Wei Ran, who had been listening, nodded secretly. He could see the situation so clearly. If Quentin were to change his position, he might be able to shine. Of course, if he was placed in the wrong position, he might also cause a lot of trouble.
"So the Soviets will help the Finns to fight the Germans together?" Gale asked belatedly, "How is this possible?"
"Not only will he help the Finns," Quentin said confidently, "but he will also help the Finns drive away the Germans, even if the Finns are not willing."
"Why are you so confident?" Wei Ran couldn't help but ask. This experienced Jewish chef had almost figured out what would happen in the next year.
“This is Finland”
Quentin said calmly, "It is too close to the Soviet Union and too far from Germany. The Germans are destined to leave here, and I guess it won't be long."
Kantan shook his head, "These are just your guesses."
"It's speculation." Quentin first corrected Kantan, then took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "In short, regardless of speculation or speculation, we are finally safe for the time being. So gentlemen, what are you going to have for dinner?"
"Except bear meat" everyone, including Weiran, gave the exact same answer in unison.
