War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 466 The Inexplicable Gift

It took two days to carefully sort out the old books he bought, and Wei Ran finally devoted all his energy to his graduation thesis again.Every once in a while, he would drive to Kazan University and humbly ask for help from that cheap tutor, Kajik, when he couldn't figure it out.

This teacher is quite enthusiastic and dedicated, not only answering questions unreservedly, but also calling him and Maya to go to the Georgian restaurant not far from the university for a meal when it is time to eat. pause.Of course, the one who pays the bill will always be Wei Ran.

As for what was found in the wooden box, Wei Ran didn't mention a word, and Kajik and Maya also didn't mention a word from the beginning to the end, as if they really didn't know. On the second floor of the library, there are old books that I fancy, and I blatantly want to borrow them without returning them.

Wei Ran didn't care about this at all. Those old books bought at a large price were largely used as an excuse for appearance, and giving away a few copies had no effect at all.

However, as the saying goes, there are gains and losses, and Kajik and Maya borrowed a few books from him. As a result, at noon that day, he received a call from Diane, the head of the Edelweiss Organization.

"You're in Kazan? You still want to give me a gift?" Wei Ran, who was originally somewhat resistant to answering the call, raised his eyebrows in surprise after hearing the other party's intentions.

"To thank you for helping us in Belarus"

Diane said gently, "Mr. Victor, is it convenient for you to meet now? The gift and I are at the train station now. Or you can give me an address."

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran said, "Well, wait for me a moment, and I will send you the address."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Ran buckled up his laptop, and said apologetically to Kajik who was sitting across from him, "Sorry boss, I'm going home, I have a client I need to see."

"do not be sorry"

Kajik put down the coffee cup in his hand, "Remember to correct the mistakes I picked out in the graduation thesis, and then finish the rest as soon as possible. It's only a few days before the thesis is submitted."

"I'll think about it." While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already put the notebook into the horsehide briefcase, and ran out of the office in a hurry.

"Boss, is it really profitable to study history?" Maya, who was holding a pie in one hand and reading a book borrowed from Wei Ran in the other, asked a little excitedly.

"If this business is really profitable, will I still use it to teach here?" Kajik replied angrily, and then knocked on the cup, "Coffee, remember to put less sugar and more milk."

"But Victor seems to have made a lot of money in the history books," Maya said while pouring coffee for the former.

Kajik put down the book in his hand, and said with some jealousy, "Him? He just got lucky, not to mention anything else. He was able to find the photo of the Soviet red flag on the Capitol. The difficulty is no different than finding the Amber Room." the difference."

"I heard Jima said that he found more than just one photo." Maya continued to stimulate Kajik, "It seems that there are more."

"Maya, if you have nothing to do, go to the restaurant on the pier and buy some lunch."

"Why do you want to go to the one at the pier?" Maya put down her coffee cup and asked in confusion.

"Because at least it keeps my ears quiet"

Kajik squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "My wife who runs a restaurant has been complaining for decades that studying history doesn't make money, why are you still talking about it now?"

"I do think so"

"Please close the door for me from the outside." Kajik, who was quite angry, chased away the cheap student Maya who deliberately squeezed him out, and then directly locked the door behind him.

At the same time, after Wei Ran sent the address to Diane, he also left the school in an off-road vehicle and walked back slowly.

When he drove the car into the large yard by Lake Kaban, a truck pulling containers and a taxi also parked on the side of the road outside the yard one after another.

"Long time no see, Mr. Victor." Diane warmly extended her hand to Wei Ran.

"It's really been a long time." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party reservedly, and at the same time muttered in his heart, "It's really not long."

"Mr. Victor, let's take a look at the gift we gave you first." While speaking, Diane took out a bunch of keys from her bag and handed them to Wei Ran.

However, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to pick up the key, but said with a smile in German mixed with Chinese, "Diane, there is a saying in China called being courteous for nothing, translated into words you can understand, it is not a holiday There must be a clear reason for a gift to be accepted."

"Do not misunderstand"

Diane patted her forehead helplessly, "Mr. Victor, you are too cautious. This gift is really just to thank you for helping us investigate the historical truth in Belarus. Ms. Anna from the studio introduced us."

"Only these?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously.

"Only these." Diane couldn't help but hold out three fingers, "I can swear that I won't make any extra requests through gifts. Of course, it's best to buy me a cup of coffee. It took me a lot of money to get this gift." A lot of strength."

Hearing this, Wei Ran took the key, stretched out his hand and opened the tailgate of the container, and then took the pliers from the truck driver and cut off the lead seal on it.

As the hatch was opened, the first thing Wei Ran saw was a wooden cargo box fixed in the container, and then he saw the true content of the gift through the gap between the wooden boards.

This is a motorcycle, or more accurately, a Zumpuda ks750 sidecar motorcycle produced in Germany during World War II.Not only that, but in this container, there seems to be a trailer that is used with this motorcycle.

"This thing, for me?" Wei Ran turned to look at Diane.

Diane smiled and explained in a calm tone, "To be precise, it was given to you by the financial supporters of the Edelweiss Organization."

"why?"

Wei Ran asked the most critical question, although the production time of this motorcycle is a bit early, but it is not cheap at all, especially when there is a trailer hanging on the back, such a complete set, I am afraid it can Worth around $[-].

"Just a week ago, the person who gave you the gift made an investment in Time Film Studio after negotiating with Ms. Anna."

Diane succinctly stated the core reason and continued, "In order to thank you for your help, he gave you this motorcycle in his collection."

Seeing that Wei Ran seemed to have no objection, Diane beckoned to the truck driver, who immediately operated the electric rocker to unload the motorcycles and trailers in the container one by one.

Under Wei Ran's gaze, the truck driver meticulously helped remove the wooden frame outside the motorcycle and trailer, and then even took out a barrel of gasoline prepared in advance from the cab.

"This motorcycle can still start?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"Of course." Diane replied affirmatively, "It's almost like brand new, Mr. Victor, ride it and try it."

Hearing this, Wei Ran took a look around the motorcycle and saw that the Najib logo on the body had been replaced by an anti-war symbol, so he picked up the oil barrel, filled the motorcycle with fuel himself, and hung up the motorcycle again by the way. I got on the trailer that looked somewhat similar to the small cart used to pull cement on the construction site.

Starting the motorcycle with ease, Wei Ran looked at the World War II German helmet in the sidecar, hesitated for a moment and said, "Sit on it, and I'll treat you to a cup of coffee."

"Thank you"

Diane smiled, took out some cash and handed it to the truck driver as a tip, and then pointed to the garbage on the ground to help take it away, and then sat in the sidecar rather awkwardly.

Carrying Diane into the yard, Wei Ran parked the motorcycle in the shadow of the dense oak tree far away, and then led the visitors into the hall on the first floor.

"This house is beautiful, and the yard outside is also beautiful." Diane said a few free compliments in a sincere tone.

"A friend borrowed it from me. I moved my studio here from Volgograd some time ago."

Wei Ran explained a few words indifferently, and after beckoning Diane to sit down at the side of the long table in the hall on the first floor, he brought a pot of coffee slowly.

After chatting with Diane for more than half an hour, it seemed that the fat woman really came to give gifts, until finally she said goodbye and left without any additional requests.While Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, he also secretly wondered if he was too nervous recently.

In addition, the motorcycle parked under the oak tree in the middle of the yard also made Wei Ran feel worried. This thing is beautiful, but he has no hobby of riding motorcycles at all. The meat-covered iron thing has a trace of fear that I don't know where it came from.

Besides, apart from the shade under the two oak trees, there is not even a serious garage in this yard. The motorcycle is under the shade, and I am afraid that it will become a pile of scrap iron in a short time.

After thinking about it, Wei Ran simply took out his phone and called Mr. Nicholas who was far away in Volgograd, planning to borrow flowers and present Buddha as a favor.After all, maybe the old man is interested in riding a broken Harley all over the street all day long?

It's a pity that after the call was connected, Wei Ran had just finished talking about his thoughts, but Mr. Nicholas replied unceremoniously, "Forget it, Victor, German motorcycles are only comfortable to ride on captured ones." , I'm not interested in presents."

Before the voice finished, the stubborn old man hung up the phone, leaving only Wei Ran on the other end of the phone, listening to the busy tone from the phone, and muttering to himself, "Good intentions are treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, and by the way The donkey kicked it."

The only old thing that may be interested in this motorcycle is not wanted. Standing at the door, Wei Ran looked at the motorcycle under the tree, and then looked at the off-road vehicle parked beside the motorcycle. After thinking about it, he simply dialed it. I gave it to Greva, the gangster leader who had helped before, and I was going to ask the other party to help find some people to build a few serious garages for the yard.

(End of this chapter)