"Victor? Victor?" Professor Alexey waved his hand in front of Wei Ran who was in a daze.
"It's okay, I just remembered something else." Wei Ran came back to his senses, "Professor, is that camera still there? The camera that was with these films."
"I've long since lost it"
Professor Alexei shook the photos in his hand, "So do you want to try? If you can find out where these photos were taken, I have channels to sell these clues."
"Let me rest for a few days before we talk, and I have to go to Kazan on the 1st of next month." Weiran said here and directly changed the subject, "What about you? When will you go to work for Mr. Alexander?"
"It's also No. 1." Professor Alexey tried his last effort, "How about you go to work in that museum with me?"
"I'll forget it"
Wei Ran quickly refused. He would have to study at Hongqi Forest Farm for a long time in the future, and he might even have to spend most of his time in Kazan.
"Since you don't want to go, I will leave this studio to you. I will introduce you to more clients in the future." Professor Alexei said with some regret. He still liked this young man hanging around him.
Atmospheric.
"We'll talk about it later, Professor, I'll go out for a while."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Ran had already got into the van and disappeared out of sight. He walked all the way through the streets and alleys towards Volgaski on the east bank, and he was also thinking about the idea that had just popped up.
Based on the experience of the previous two times, the T-34 sent itself back to Stalingrad, and the anti-tank gun sent itself to Don Position 19.
But what if I consciously collect some items left over from the relatively safe battlefield? Then wouldn’t it be more likely that I would come back alive?
Or to put it another way, compared to the consulting fees gained by risking one's life, witnessing some historic moments can bring more benefits than consulting fees or the war equipment that may be buried somewhere.
Apart from anything else, he is almost 100% sure that he can bring back the negatives of photos taken during World War II, so as long as he deliberately chooses some critical moments to press the shutter, the negatives he brings back will be precious historical data.
Their value is much more than just the money they sell for.
If I have to give an example, the photo of the Soviet Red Army planting its flag in Berlin is the best proof!
The only problem now is where to find the relevant items. Of course, there is no doubt that the best place is the museum, but even if he had a dog's brain, he would not dare to do such a stupid thing.
Temporarily suppressing the vague thoughts in his mind, Weiran drove across the Volga River and went to the front of the Geographical Exhibition Hall. Missing for a week, the Zis-3 anti-tank gun from Position 19 on the Don River
They have been placed on both sides of the exhibition hall gate together with the T-34 tank.
The application report for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union provided by Nikolai was also engraved on the monument carrying the anti-tank gun. At the same time, right below, there was an additional sentence "The original is stored in the exhibition hall."
There are many flowers placed around, some of them have withered, and some still have crystal drops of water.
Taking out his cell phone, he took a photo of the newly erected monument and sent it to Jima. Satisfied, Wei Ran drove to Alexander's auto repair shop and found the gun modification studio hidden in the deepest place with familiarity.
Alexander, who was reloading bullets by hand, saw Wei Ran coming to the door. He calmly put down his work, waved to the latter, and led him into the lounge next door.
"Mr. Alexander, the last time you asked me to inquire about the Aleutian Captain, the results have been obtained." Wei Ran said as he took out a newspaper wrapped in transparent plastic from his bag and handed it over.
"You also found it from the survivor?" Alexander curiously took the newspaper and asked.
Wei Ran nodded, briefly recounted the cause and effect, and finally said, "In addition, the money you asked me to transfer has been handed over to the other party."
After reading the report in the newspaper, Alexander raised his head and asked slowly, "It seems we haven't agreed on the remuneration last time?"
Wei Ran looked at the other party with a smile, "Just think of it as thanks for giving me the pistol. In addition, this newspaper is the same as the last report. I hope you can keep it properly. The survivor ruined it in order to find this newspaper.
A lot of strength.”
"Of course." Alexander put the newspaper on the coffee table. "I like the story in it."
Wei Ran stood up simply and said, "In that case, I'll take my leave first."
"Young man, will you and Professor Alexey come to work in my museum next month?" Alexander asked before Wei Ran walked out of the room.
"Sorry Mr. Alexander"
Wei Ran stopped and said apologetically, "I cherish this opportunity very much, but I am going to graduate school and may not have much energy to work for you in the next three years."
Alexander patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "For the sake of giving me a newspaper, you can still work in my museum if you want in three years."
"I'm looking forward to that day." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party and walked out of the small lounge.
Driving his minivan back slowly, he was also thinking about the next arrangements. Now that there have been changes in the studio, his future income will definitely be greatly affected, although he still has 150 in hand.
Ten thousand rubles in cash, but this money will not last long.
It seems that we need to find a way to get money as soon as possible...
Involuntarily, Wei Ran began to ponder the vague idea on the road again. However, until he drove back to the city of Volgograd, he still had no idea which battle was safe enough to start with.
Knocking on the door with the sparkling wine bought on the way, my aunt was busy stewing ribs in the kitchen. For Professor Alexei and Wei Ran, two pure carnivores, stewing ribs or braised pork would happen almost every now and then.
Appear at the dinner table.
The aunt who was busy cooking turned off the buzzing range hood and asked, "You are finally back. Where have you been these past few days? Can't you even get through on the phone?"
“Went to the Arctic Circle”
Wei Ran had to repeat the experience of the past few days again, until all the curiosity of his aunt was satisfied, and then he asked, "Uncle told me that he is going to work for Mr. Alexander?"
"Yes." Zhou Shujin came over with two glasses, opened a bottle of sparkling wine and poured it over, "Ignore him, what are your plans in the future?"
Wei Ran shook his head, "I haven't decided yet, but I definitely won't work for Mr. Alexander."
"It would be nice if he was as determined as you are." Zhou Shujin sighed, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, "Wait a minute, I'll give you something."
Zhou Shujin walked into the bedroom and walked out within less than a minute carrying a paper bag and handed it to Wei Ran, "Here are the various licenses for that studio. From now on, that studio will be handed over to you."
"Leave it to me?" Wei Ran looked at his aunt Zhou Shujin in surprise.
"Do you want me to look through the history books?" Zhou Shujin said angrily, "Tomorrow I will take you to make a change, and that studio will be yours from now on."
"Can uncle agree?"
"If I hadn't stopped him, that studio would have belonged to Alexander."
Zhou Shujin got angry when she talked about this, "Let this studio be in your name. This will not only stop Alexander's idea, but also give him a way out. It can also help the travel agency avoid taxes. You
Don’t refuse, there’s nothing valuable in that shabby room anyway.”
"Since my aunt said so, I won't be polite."
Wei Ran thought for a moment and accepted the gift with a playful smile. Although he is the only one left in the studio now, there are advantages. At least the investigation fee is all his own, and it can also provide some cover for what he will do in the future.
.
During the chat between the two, Professor Alexey, who was rarely sober, also returned home with a bouquet of roses. What was also strange to Wei Ran was that this old guy who usually never drank alcohol actually kept talking throughout the whole process.
I didn’t even drink a glass of wine.
"Professor, why don't you drink anymore?" Wei Ran, who had eaten and drank enough, asked in a low voice while his aunt was clearing the table.
Professor Alexey pointed in the direction of the restaurant with a grimace, "I promised your aunt not to drink in the future, and that's why I was allowed to work at Mr. Alexander's place."
Wei Ran looked at Professor Alexey with a suppressed smile, and then gave him a thumbs up in a gloating manner.
