War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 271 Ji Ma's Bad Idea
Since returning from the desert test, Wei Ran has never left the studio since he finished handling the first and last.

The results of this gun test are very remarkable. Among other things, with those refined bullets and the unique straight trajectory of 20mm large-caliber bullets, the accurate shooting distance of the anti-tank gun has barely been increased to a length of 1500 meters.

Going up from this distance, it is no longer a problem with the bullets and guns themselves, but with his own current shooting skills, which extend farther.Even if small-caliber bullets are used, even the current distance may have to be discounted.

And these will undoubtedly require a lot of practice to make up for.

But obviously, practicing with that shady anti-tank gun is not realistic at all. The most he can do is to take advantage of the opportunity of studying in Hongqi Forest Farm in the future and use other large-caliber firearms as substitutes. Slowly improve your shooting ability.

It's just that this leisurely life came to an end after Ji Ma returned from England with [-] pounds, such an income figure that the Chinese people liked.

"Victor, you really don't want to accompany me to Kirov?" Jima asked again after seeing Wei Ran put away the check.

"It's only been a few days?"

Wei Ran snapped his fingers and said, "That old guy named Leva has been discharged from the hospital? Are you sure it's right for you to go now? You secretly sent the money over with your front foot, and you showed up with your back foot. Why didn't you just hide in the drawer and wait for him to come back?" After going home, knock him out and take him to the hospital."

"Forehead"

Jima scratched his head and was about to say something, but Wei Ran spoke first, "Besides, you know Leva very well? I at least bought a camera from him, how about you? Have you met him? Speaking of this , where is the camera I bought?"

"What's your camera?" Jima said shamelessly, "That's my camera, I found it in my car, my camera."

Giving the other party a middle finger, Wei Ran didn't dig into the camera, but instead asked, "Did Mr. Charlotte say anything?"

"That's right, just two."

Jima made a pair of scissorhands and replied, "First of all, he asked me to tell you that next time you either go to see him yourself, or send someone who can speak English or Italian to see him."

"What's the other one?" Wei Ran asked, ignoring this farting request.

"Another one." Jima paused, "Did Aurora take someone to play with Mr. Charlotte?"

"There is such a thing." Wei Ran nodded, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Charlotte said that in the future, tourists who are as generous as that can send him more."

Jima said with a strange expression, "I heard from him that those foreign students, classmates and teachers in Aurora almost bought all the good things in the souvenir shop downstairs at one time, and only left Some of the cheapest jewellery. Even the bar next door that his son runs was booked out for a birthday party by a girl."

Where did all these little things come from?Wei Ran muttered to himself, but also didn't take this second matter seriously.

"Victor, there is a third matter." Jima said abruptly, "But this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Charlotte, it's my idea."

"Speak directly." Wei Ran picked up the silver moka pot that Charlotte had given him, and poured a small cup of coffee for Ji Ma.

"What do you think about making the story of Charlotte and the others into a movie?" Jima recommended himself, patted his chest, "I think I can play that German reporter Pell this time."

"Forget about playing the well." Wei Ran looked at Ji Ma dumbfounded, "What's the matter? Are you addicted to filming? You don't want that camp anymore?"

"That's not a conflict, is it?"

Jima continued to instigate, "That Brit Charlotte looks like Mr. Alexander, a wealthy man with a lot of money. I think he must be happy to invest a sum of money, isn't he the one who filmed this story?"

Wei Ran shook his head, and asked bluntly, "Even if he is willing, why did he ask us to make a movie?"

"Of course it's because we're cheap!"

Jima said confidently, "Look! After we finish filming "For Friendship in the Snowstorm" in winter, if he wants to make a movie about his father's experience in North Africa, he will definitely consider us. Say, you dug out the truth of this story, didn’t you?”

"You are quite confident," Wei Ran teased with a smile.

"Confidence is still needed." It wasn't Jima who said this, but Mr. Nicholas who had finished lunch at the travel agency next door.

Hearing the sound, Wei Ran and Jima stood up quickly, and respectfully greeted this young man who lived exceptionally freely.

"I just overheard your conversation"

Nicholas sat down at the long table with a smile on his face, and while Wei Ran was pouring coffee for him, he said, "Victor, although I didn't hear everything, I think you can consider the next season's suggestion."

"Making a movie?" Wei Ran handed him a cup of coffee, "But me"

"It doesn't conflict, does it?"

Nicholas didn't touch the cup of coffee. Instead, he took the cigarette from Jima and put it in his mouth, allowing the latter to light it for him. Then he continued, "You just need to tell a good story. That's enough, it doesn't conflict with your status as a historian. If you can direct and shoot a few good movies, it can further enhance your popularity."

"Mr. Nicholas, do you think it's too easy to make a movie?" Wei Ran asked with a grin. It's fine with Ji Ma's unreliable idea, why does this old man join in the fun?
"How hard can it be to make a movie?"

Nicholas said indifferently, "Even that bastard Karp participated in a movie in France when he was young. Although it wasn't an important role, that movie was very famous."

"Mr. Karp has acted in a movie?" Jima looked at Nicholas in surprise, and asked after him, "Which movie is it?"

"You don't need to know that."

Nicholas changed the subject in a timely manner and said, "Let's do this! Jima, call Darya and ask her to come over as quickly as possible to discuss it together. If Victor, a coward, has no objection, we will set up our own A company, let’s see if we can make some good movies.”

"I'll call right away!" Jima, who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, immediately took out his mobile phone, dialed Teacher Dalia, and walked outside the studio.

"Mr. Nicholas, is it necessary to do this?" Wei Ran looked at the other party eagerly, he didn't even understand it, why did these two brats get on top?

"I remember you said a year ago that you wanted to be a war reporter?" Nicholas looked at Wei Ran with a smile, "Since everything is shot with a camera, isn't it safer to make a movie than to go to the battlefield ?”

"That's what I said," Wei Ran muttered hesitantly. He didn't really want to refuse, but simply didn't like this matter.

"You little guy seems to be really only suitable for looking through historical materials in the library." Nicholas's distaste in his tone made no effort to hide, "You are not even as sensitive as Jima when it comes to making money."

"But."

"Historians are just your disguise"

Nicholas said abruptly, "Anyone can take this identity seriously, but you can't. On the other hand, if you don't know how to make money, and there happens to be a group of people around who want to make money with you and need your skills My friend, all you need to consider is what harm this matter will bring to yourself."

Nicholas paused for a moment when he said that, seeing that Wei Ran seemed to have listened to the words, he continued to speak slowly, "If you can't think of any harm, why don't you accept it?"

"I'm thinking about how this will benefit you," Wei Ran said directly.

"I also need money, don't I?" Nicholas said with a smile, "It's rare to have such an opportunity to make a lot of money easily, why not seize it?"

"Just these?"

"if not?"

Nicholas glanced at Jima who had hung up the phone outside the door, and continued in a slightly lowered voice, "We are just some people who have lost their most powerful support, hugging each other and lingering in this world that does not belong to us. It’s just a pitiful creature. If you have the opportunity to let yourself and those who rely on you live better, of course you must seize it.”

"I'll think about it." Wei Ran cautiously gave an answer full of retreats.

"There is still a lot of time." Nicholas said, picking up the silver moka pot on the table and poured himself a cup, "This coffee pot is good, how about giving it to me?"

"It's already yours." Wei Ran nodded dumbfounded.

"Look, this is the benefit I won for myself." Nicholas tapped the coffee pot lightly, "If you don't try it, how do you know that you are willing to give it to me?"

"Can I still refuse?" Wei Ran said, pushing the silver coffee container beside the table to the smiling Nicholas.

"At least you have absolute freedom in whether to set up a company to make a movie together."

Seeing that Jima had already pushed the door in, Nicholas simply changed the topic, and asked about his experience of studying acting in Finland with great interest. From time to time, this octogenarian could even give some advice to Jima. Impressive suggestion.As for Wei Ran, who lost a silver coffee pot, he was completely put aside by the old and the young.

In the blink of an eye, at noon the next day, Dalia, who was wearing a formal suit on a hot day, followed behind Mr. Nicholas who was also wearing a suit, and walked into Wei Ran's time studio with a smile.

"Well, is it necessary to be so formal?"

Wei Ran looked down at the beach shorts, flip flops and loose T-shirts he was wearing, and at the suits on the other two, and suddenly had the urge to go back to the bedroom upstairs to change clothes.

"Appropriate clothing can bring a psychological advantage in negotiations." Dahlia looked at Wei Ran with a smile and joked, "For example, now, a certain little guy seems to be going back upstairs to change?"

"never mind"

Wei Ran casually picked up the coffee pot on the table, poured a cup for each of them, and laughed at himself, "Even if I wear a medieval armor and put on two layers of body armor, I won't have any advantage against you Mr. Nicholas, Mrs. Darya, please sit down."

"It seems that you have learned a lot from Gorman." Daria said as she gently opened the chair, and after Nicholas sat down, she sat on another chair next to her.

"Please, don't make me recall anything related to Mr. Gorman." Wei Ran grinned, "Let's talk about business."

"Have you made a decision?" Nicholas looked at Wei Ran who sat down last with a smile, the expression of satisfaction on his face was not concealed at all.

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