Early the next morning, Ji Ma returned to Wei Ran's "Time Studio" with dark circles under his eyes and several bright red lip marks on his face.
"What did you do last night?" Wei Ran, who was having breakfast, couldn't help but asked curiously.
"I met a beautiful Polish girl in the bar last night." A lewd expression appeared on Jima's face, and he gestured with his hands in front of his chest, "She's so big!"
"Then what's going on with your eye sockets?" Wei Ran took a sip of the soy milk, then took out a clean cup from the plate next to him and poured Jima a cup.
"His boyfriend's fist is so big!"
Ji Ma made a comparison again and sat across from Wei Ran with a look of joy on his face, "Fortunately, I specifically chose the second floor when I booked the hotel, otherwise you would have to go to the hospital to see me now."
"Ahem!" Wei Ran hammered his chest with one hand and gave Jima a thumbs up with the other hand.
With a proud smile on Ji Ma's face, he picked up the soy milk and took a big sip. Then, like Wei Ran across from him, it all sprayed onto the floor with a "pop", "Victor, this milk has gone bad! I want it."
Otherwise, the cow is on drugs!"
"This is called soy milk. It's made from soybeans and has nothing to do with cows." Wei Ran finally managed to catch his breath and almost got angry at the other person's words again.
"This is what has gone bad," Jima insisted, trusting his tongue.
"There is sugar over there, just add some sugar." Wei Ran refilled the other person's cup, "When will you return to Kazan?"
"When are you going to Kazan?" Jima poured half a bowl of sugar into the cup, took a tentative sip, and then said with satisfaction, "That's right."
"At the end of the month, it's the 30th." Wei Ran gave the other party two shaomai, "This can also be dipped in candy."
"The 30th?" Jima took out his phone and looked at it, "It's only a few days away, so I'll go back with you."
Wei Ran looked at Shaomai who was thrown into the sugar bowl and rolled around, and finally said, "As long as you don't cause any trouble for me these two days."
"Don't worry, I never cause trouble."
Jima stuffed the whole shaomai into his mouth and asked vaguely while chewing, "Do you need my help with Mr. Nicholas?"
"not needed for now"
Wei Ran shook his head. He stayed up until midnight last night and couldn't find any information about the Oakleaf Insurance Company. Now if he wants to continue the investigation, the only way left is to ask Nicholas, or maybe go to Bonn.
Walk around the local area and look for the location of the building that he and Dr. Hans blew up.
As for Hannah, the East German agent code-named Gnome, she is in no hurry to investigate. Wei Ran believes that since that woman can be posthumously awarded the Medal of the Loyal Defender of the Country after her death, there will definitely be mention in the records about her.
and Oakleaf Insurance Company.
"Since you don't need my help, I won't disturb you these two days."
Ji Masan finished the Shaomai and drank the soy milk in two mouthfuls, then stretched out his hand to Wei Ran, "Lend me your car keys. If there was a car last night, I wouldn't have to walk back."
"You ran back?" Wei Ran raised his head with half of Shaomai in his mouth, "Can't you take a taxi or give me a call?"
Jima embarrassedly took out his torn wallet and his mobile phone with a shattered screen and threw them on the table, "Do you think I don't want to?"
"Isn't this idiot probably jumped when he encountered an immortal?"
Wei Ran suppressed a laugh and threw the car keys to the other party, but he didn't want Jima to take back his outstretched hand. Instead, he muttered in an increasingly awkward tone, "Lend me some more money and I'll buy a mobile phone."
"Remember to give it back to me?" Wei Ran couldn't help laughing anymore, took out a few big tickets and pushed them to the other party.
"I will pay you back." Jima smiled happily, grabbed the car keys and cash, and walked out. "I will pay you back when I get back to Kazan."
After sending Ji Ma away, a courier was delivered to the door of the studio. After Weiran signed for it, Culp, the principal of Hongqi Forest Farm, also called immediately.
"Have you received the express delivery?" Culp asked directly.
"I just signed for it." Wei Ran looked at the document bag in his hand, "Is this from you? What is it?"
"Would you know if you open it yourself and take a look?" Culp directly changed the topic, "On October 1st, remember to come on time to report."
"Don't worry, I will definitely show up at Hongqi Forest Farm on time."
When Wei Ran said this, he also tore open the express folder, and then took out an admission notice for a postgraduate student in the Department of History. When he looked at the issuing unit, it turned out to be Kazan Federal University.
"What's going on with this admission notice?" Wei Ran looked at the piece of paper in his hand and asked dully towards Culp on the other end of the phone.
"Fake"
Culp said calmly, "Lest your unrelated aunt and professor worry that you were deceived by me and report me, so I will help you find an excuse."
"how do you know?"
After Wei Ran asked, he realized that since the other person was the person introduced by Nicholas, even if he was not KGB, he would probably be related, not to mention that he had left the detailed address of the studio when he signed the enrollment agreement. With this information,
, even you can find the same amount of information yourself.
"Don't ask stupid questions like this again," Culp responded impatiently, "I even know where the gifts you bought for your parents are hidden."
There is really no need to ask, at least this must be what Nicholas told him. Wei Ran looked over the piece of paper in his hand, "So you made a fake admission notice? Is this really a fake?"
"Can it still be true? In short, calm down your family as soon as possible, and then come over and go to class." Culp said angrily, and before Wei Ran could say anything, a busy tone sounded on the receiver.
This grumpy old handsome guy probably has some serious illness, right?
Wei Ran put down the phone without knowing why, and read the admission notice he had been holding in his hand again. In the end, he did not dare to use it to fool his aunt and Professor Alexey.
He can't afford to be embarrassed. After all, if his aunt knows, it's basically equivalent to his own mother knowing. Although the little trouble in front of him will be dealt with by then, what will he do in three years? Is it possible that he will continue to look for it?
Culp forged certificates? Besides, Professor Alexey has been teaching at the university for half his life, is it obvious?
Is Culp a fake certificate?
Wei Ran's expression became strange. There are really not many Pheasant Schools here in Maozi, and the tuition is cheaper than in Europe and the United States. Many people are willing to spend a little money to buy a waste paper diploma issued by Pheasant School to top up their credit.
But it is rare for someone as bold as Culp to directly falsify the information of Kazan Federal University.
And don’t think that those who do this are all compatriots from China. It’s not necessarily true. There are also many from other countries. I even heard from my aunt that even Professor Alexey went to those pheasant schools a few years ago in order to make money.
Lectured here.
What's even more bizarre is that this old man who majored in history used the Chinese he learned from his aunt to teach in the linguistics department at a certain pheasant school!
