In the store where cartoons were still playing, Xia Shushi warmly greeted Wei Ran and sat down on the sofa again. After the two parties exchanged contact information and added WeChat, he reached out to pick up a laptop from the table next to him and opened it.
He kept asking, "Brother, let me ask again, are you sure you have bought all the electronic documents from me?"
"Serious literature," Wei Ran reminded emphatically, "Don't fool me with any mosaic videos."
"Don't worry, I don't have a horse... I don't have a video!" Xia Shushi made a sudden turn in his words and asked, "Really bought all the serious electronic documents?"
"What's wrong with this?" Wei Ranhun responded nonchalantly. There were only two T's of information in total. How much more expensive could it be?
"That's it!"
Xia Shushi clicked on his laptop with a "pop!", "I have a total of about 20 tons of electronic documents here, with a collection of about 5,000 volumes. These documents are divided into three levels. The first..."
"Wait a minute," Wei Ran stopped the other party, "20 T? Didn't you just say two T?"
"yes"
There was a trace of pride hidden in Xia Shushi's matter-of-fact tone, "My computer upstairs is equipped with two hard drives with a capacity of two T, one is used to install commonly used documents, and the other is used to install systems and games, but I
Aren’t there a lot of hard drives on the table?”
"I..."
Wei Ran opened his mouth, took a sip from the Coke on the table and said with a normal expression, "Just 20, just keep talking."
"All documents are divided into three levels"
Xia Shushi explained with a smile, "The first level is all public information, but I have summarized and sorted it out, making it very convenient to search. The second level information is of relatively higher value, and generally you can only go to the library to find it.
I also summarized and organized.
The first two levels of literature can be freely copied and used. There is also a third level, not many, but they are scanned copies of some unique documents collected by my grandfather and I. These documents are only about a hundred or ten. I
All are encrypted.
Even if this level of literature is sold to you, it can only be read on the hard drive provided by me and cannot be copied. Simply put, it can only be viewed but not shared."
"Hurry up and make a quote directly!" Wei Ranhun said nonchalantly.
"okay!"
Xia Shushi had a smile on his face, "There are 20 tons of documents in total, which have been translated, and there are also original documents in Japanese or English and a small amount of Russian. The package price is 40,000. In addition, you can provide the hard disk yourself, or you can buy it from
When I buy it here, it’s all at market price.”
"Quickly quote the total price" Weiran still has an indifferent attitude.
Xia Shushi gritted his teeth, "Then use a solid-state hard drive. My best hard drive costs 1,500 a piece. It costs ten yuan, which is 15,000. Including the cost of the literature, the total is 55,000."
"You won't be charged for this, right?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the brown paper bag at hand.
"You won't bargain?" Xia Shushi asked in surprise.
"Isn't this returned?" Wei Ran once again shook the war and campaign dictionary worth 220 yuan in his hand.
"Actually...it's actually cheaper."
Xia Shushi simply sat down again and said, "Brother, how about we exchange information?"
"Exchange information?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion.
"yes!"
Xia Shushi nodded matter-of-factly, "You are also a history student, so you must have a lot of information, right? For example, KGB top-secret files and the like, how about replacing one G with two Gs? You can get it every time you take out one G of information
Get two G's from me."
"No change"
Wei Ran said decisively that he was willing to buy some information from this colleague who seemed to be unscrupulous. On the one hand, it was just to show off, but on the other hand, it was a gift to Xia Chuan and his grandson.
As for the exchange of information, forget it. Not to mention the old books he bought before, he himself had never read them. The research topics on psychiatry that he had found in the pile of old books could all be used once they were leaked out.
He was the hot potato that caused Xia Shushi a lot of trouble. After all, he was not sure whether similar information was still hidden in those piles of old papers.
As for the KGB top-secret files, don't talk nonsense. Those top-secret information are of no use to him? Don't say they don't exist. Even if there are, he won't collect them. Why do you really think that the teachers at Hongqi Forestry Farm are all good-tempered?
"You..."
Xia Shushi's face was full of regret, and he pointed to the payment code posted on the bookshelf out of boredom, "Then pay. After you pay, I will start copying the materials for you."
"Is that bugle for sale?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the bugle hanging on the hilt of Frostmourne's sword.
"I won't sell it!" Xia Shushi said without thinking, "That's my grandfather's treasure, and I won't sell it for any money."
"Is the old man a trumpeter?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be curious while paying.
"No!"
After Xia Shushi waited for the phone to ring with the payment notification, he led Wei Ran to the living room on the first floor of the villa and said, "It doesn't look like the old man doesn't remember anything, but if anyone dares to use his bugle, the old man must
Trying your best is not enough."
"This old man can do it," Wei Ran sighed.
"That's not the case!"
Xia Shushi lowered his voice, gestured to the old man's bedroom with his thumb, and whispered, "My grandfather is even worthy of the title of Level 2 Combat Hero!"
Without waiting for Wei Ran to say anything else, Xia Shushi had already locked the security door leading to the used bookstore, went outside and pulled down the rolling shutter door of the bookstore and locked it, then said, "You can find a place to sit by yourself. There are drinks in the refrigerator.
There are snacks in the cabinet. Anyway, you're welcome. I'll go upstairs to copy the information for you. It will probably take some time."
"It's okay, there's no rush." Wei Ran waved his hand casually, walked straight to the sofa and sat down.
Watching Xia Shushi go upstairs, Wei Ran slowly stood up after waiting for a while and walked to the TV background wall in the living room.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is a family portrait hanging here, with a laughing old man Xia Chuan, a kind-hearted old lady wearing sunglasses, and Xia Shushi wearing a basketball uniform holding each other.
A big coconut smiled very happily. On the left and right sides of Xia Shushi, there was a middle-aged man and woman wearing blue work clothes.
The logo of a certain domestic aerospace agency can be clearly seen on the chest of their work uniforms. In the background of this family photo, the most conspicuous building is the launch platform that has embraced the rocket.
Turning his head to look in the direction of Xia Chuan's bedroom, Wei Ran couldn't help but have a peaceful smile on his face. Although Xia Chuan had forgotten too many things, it could be seen from that photo that he lived his old age well.
very good.
"That battle was not in vain..."
Wei Ran murmured to himself and sat on the sofa again, waiting patiently for Xia Shushi, who seemed a bit unreliable, to send the copied information.
During the boring wait, four or five hours passed quietly. Xia Shushi was still busy upstairs copying materials for sale. However, Mr. Xia Chuan had already walked out of the bedroom tremblingly.
"Squad Leader Shen, are you really back?"
The moment Xia Chuan saw Wei Ran, he burst into tears again, "I...I thought I was dreaming, I thought I was dreaming, you, are you really back?"
"I'm back, I'm back."
Wei Ran suppressed the sadness in his heart and replied that he could not understand why this octogenarian old man remembered Monitor Shen so clearly, and could not understand why he still remembered Monitor Shen even though he had already identified the wrong person.
"You... still need me to blow the charge horn?" Xia Chuan asked excitedly, "I... I can still go to the battlefield! I can still blow the bugle!"
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, sighed and said, "Then... let's blow the charge horn once!"
"well!"
Mr. Xia Chuan immediately became beaming and subconsciously reached for his waist. Then, a look of panic appeared on his face that was no longer young. "Where is the bugle? Where is my bugle?"
"Bring it to you right away"
Wei Ran glanced at Xia Shushi who ran down after hearing the sound, and winked without leaving any trace. After the latter ran towards the security door leading to the used bookstore, he comforted the old man and said, "Let's sit down first, Jun."
The number will be brought over immediately."
"No! No, no!"
The old man pushed Wei Ran away stubbornly, "How can you play the charge horn while sitting down? You have to stand up straight! Stand tall and play it!"
Before he finished speaking, Xia Chuan was about to stand on the sofa. Seeing this, Wei Ran was startled and hurriedly supported him, fearing that the slightly childish old man would accidentally fall down.
After a while, Xia Shushi had already fetched the bugle and handed it to the old man in a hurry. At the same time, he asked in a low voice with some reproach, "What's going on?"
"When the old man wakes up, he still remembers my squad leader Shen."
Wei Ran explained in a low voice while supporting the old man who was already standing on the sofa, and then asked, "Who is Squad Leader Shen?"
"I don't know," Xia Shushi responded in a low voice, "My grandfather never said it, and neither did my grandma."
"Where's your grandma?"
"Died four years ago"
Xia Shushi helped the old man put one foot on the armrest of the sofa. "After my grandma passed away, this old man became depressed, but even with my grandma, he never talked about the past."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, Xia Chuan had already raised the bugle tremblingly, put it to his mouth and blew with all his strength.
"beep--"
The low and dull sound of the trumpet filled the living room on the first floor of the villa, but it was no longer as loud as it once was.
"Why can't I blow my trumpet?"
Xia Chuan panicked and wiped the bugle with the hem of his clothes, pulled out the mouthpiece and looked at it, then reinstalled the mouthpiece and mustered up enough strength to blow again.
"beep--"
The still low and dull sound of the trumpet completely panicked the old man who obviously couldn't remember anything.
"Comrade Bugler, the war is over, so let me blow the charge horn for you this time."
Wei Ran stood on the sofa and whispered something into the old man's ear. Then he slowly took away the bugle that he had kept all his life from the old man's hand. He mustered up his strength and blew the bugle that had been engraved on the old man's ear again.
