Time has entered the cold month of November in a blink of an eye, and Wei Ran and others have returned to relatively warm Kazan as early as a week ago.
But even in Kazan, the average temperature has already dropped below zero. So in order to cope with the cold, Wei Ran lit the fireplace that had not been used since the renovation of the house and turned on the entire house on the day he came back.
heating system.
The temperature is not the only thing that has changed significantly. After such a long period of maintenance, the workshop next door has also successfully completed the installation of the roofing and glass curtain wall. Even the sunken space has taken complete waterproofing measures and added insulation.
A roof was added, turning the once sunken floor directly into a basement.
Although the decoration work on the ground is still going on and will probably not be completed until the Chinese New Year, the basement of the workshop has become the favorite place for the Katenka sisters.
There is no other reason. Weiran had promised Anfiya that her server would be hidden in this basement. Recently, Anfiya has spent almost all her time here to perform maintenance on this server that belongs entirely to her.
Various debugging work comes up.
As for her sister Anfisa, she also occupied a room in the basement and built a laboratory with an independent exhaust system. And who knows what kind of ecstasy this girl gave Suisui, and the latter turned out to be particularly unusual.
support.
Of course, Suisui also carved out a territory for herself in this basement, but the only items in it were two claw machines, a dancing machine and three coin-operated games that she got from who knows where.
In addition to the machine, there are two electric mahjong tables placed against the wall, and a pool table in the center that takes up most of the space.
This lawless girl is even planning to ask the foreman, Old Li, to decorate a KTV box for her next door...
While these three idle girls were left messing around in the basement, Wei Ran, who was killing time by the fireplace every day, was thinking about when to go back to China and put the gold bricks hidden in the TV background wall in the living room into the transport truck.
In the safe.
Although every time you take out the transport truck, you will inevitably have to endure the torture of being pricked with needles all over your body, but there is no doubt that hiding the gold in the transport truck is undoubtedly the safest.
However, he had been thinking about it for a long time and had no idea where to find a concealed place to take out the transport truck after he returned.
After all, according to the rules of the metal book, things sent into the safe can only be taken out from the place where they were sent in. He didn't want to send so much gold in and take it out when he needed it in the future.
Not coming out.
"You can't go back to China and buy a large enough closed garage just for the sake of a safe..."
Wei Ran, who was lying on the rocking chair, murmured to himself while pulling the dog lying next to him.
Regardless of whether this is necessary, there is really not much cash in his account now, not to mention that this matter is over, Kajik has not mentioned paying the investigation fee, even if it is only one million rubles.
While he was guarding the fireplace at home and thinking wildly, the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant in Italy quietly reopened its doors after being closed for several months.
However, sitting behind the bar on the first floor now is Monica, the formerly fearful girl, and of course, Matthew, a kid who doesn't have to go to school on the weekend.
"Aunt, are you really okay?" Matthew, who had a naturally curly head, asked almost dully.
"Of course, no problem! My cooking skills are very good!"
Monica responded confidently, "And we only have seven tables, and we are only open in the afternoon every day. Even if that idiot from Taxi doesn't want to go downstairs to help, I can handle it myself."
"This is definitely not my Aunt Monica!"
Child Matthew made a secret judgment, carefully got off the high stool, climbed the stairs to the small bar on the second floor.
This place is more deserted than downstairs, and even the lights are much dimmed. Next to the table closest to the bar, Taxi, who was once a germaphobe, is sitting on a chair with his feet on the table and holding a hand in one hand.
Pizza, holding a tablet in one hand and reading news about precision machinery, didn't care at all about the food residue that accidentally fell on the screen and chest.
"This isn't Uncle Tassie either!"
Matthew covered his head and fell into a daze. In this little guy's impression, his Aunt Monica and Uncle Tassie should be two "wastes" who can't live without him. Now these two people
After disappearing for a few months, he suddenly became normal, but he became a little at a loss.
"Matthew, come here quickly."
Taxi waved to the little guy, reached out and took out a few bills from his pocket, shook them, and said seriously, "Help me go to the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant downstairs to buy a pasta, and two more mos."
Chef Nika bakes waffles and a cup of coffee, and the rest of the money is yours."
"I'll send it to you right away!"
Matthew, who had already been trained by an unscrupulous girl, grabbed the banknotes and responded without thinking, and ran downstairs with his short legs flying.
After the one-day trial operation of the reopened Gubijing Pasta Restaurant, although there were only a few diners in total, at least the diners who ate here clearly stated that the food tasted better than when it was open before.
A little encouragement gave Monica, who was originally a little nervous, more confidence.
Leaving the job of cleaning the restaurant to Tassie and Matthew, Monica took a bunch of keys and walked along the alley to the door of the house where Katenka once lived.
Opening the heavy door with a feeling almost like a pilgrim, Monica locked the door, ran up the stairs to the second floor without turning on the light, and went straight into a bedroom.
In addition to the computer that Katenka gave her, there is also a HeLa logo carved out of metal hanging on the wall in this room. No need to ask, just look at the exquisite carving and meticulous polishing marks.
You know, this is definitely Tassie's handiwork.
Taking a deep breath and pressing the power button of the computer, Monica waited for a moment, then skillfully opened the web page and logged in to a website.
When the page finished jumping, fluorescent mathematical formulas, physical formulas and even chemical reaction equations began to flash across the dark screen like a pop.
In the lower right corner of this cool and chubby page, there is a scarlet HeLa logo and a sentence in English - Are you satisfied with who you are now?
"I'm not satisfied!"
Monica murmured excitedly, and at the same time, she moved the mouse and clicked on the pattern of the beautiful devil's face.
Although the page did not change, she took out an authenticator that Weiran had owned from her pocket and connected it to the computer.
After an almost identical verification, the page jumped again, and then a chat page similar to an online discussion group appeared.
Taking another deep breath, Monica clicked on the keyboard, enthusiastically discussing yesterday's unfinished topics with her friends.
At the same time, on the third floor of the Aurora Tavern in Tula Town, which has long been closed to the public, the retired teachers Mr. and Mrs. Lauritz were still in their room, seriously preparing tomorrow's lectures for the girls and children.
These girls and children have to learn many things if they want to integrate into local life. The most important of these is undoubtedly language, and this is also the first challenge faced by these two teachers who were responsible for teaching geography and music courses respectively.
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Downstairs of the Aurora Tavern, old Ivan, who was wearing a suit, also stopped business after seeing off the last table of drinkers, closed the door on the first floor from the outside, turned around and walked into the living cabin of the transport vehicle parked not far away.
After locking the door and taking off his well-fitting suit, Old Ivan closed the steel shutters to block all sight outside, then took out the key, opened the safe, and took out a roll of film from the secret compartment inside.
Sighing secretly, Old Ivan put the film back in its original place and hid it, then locked the door of the safe again, sat leisurely at the table, and continued to study day after day relying on the laptop.
Contains various knowledge about microorganisms and space environment.
Just like no one knows what kind of existence the HeLa organization, which has just sprouted at this time, will become in the future, no one knows how much Apoli, whose pseudonym is Ivan, has taught himself in the more than twenty years of anonymity.
The knowledge to rekindle the fire - even if he knew it clearly, it was impossible for him to send the long-extinguished fire to sparks.
