Chapter 11 Income

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The rapid knock on the door instantly woke up Wei Ran, who had fallen asleep leaning on a chair, and he subconsciously picked up the submachine gun at hand.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes and saw the familiar studio that he struggled to stand up and staggered towards the locked rolling shutter door.

"Crash"

As the rolling shutter door was opened, the anxious Professor Alexey immediately poked his head in and even sniffed in an exaggerated manner.

"I have been knocking for five minutes but the door has not opened. I thought you were discussing the origin of life with the girls," Professor Alexei said with a disappointed look on his face.

"Even the trash cans in our studio are public, where did the girl come from?"

Wei Ran yawned and accidentally saw the tattoo on the tiger's mouth and immediately immediately He woke up with a start and quickly clenched his fists and put them in his pockets, "Why are you here this late at night?"

"Didn't you call me?" Alexei looked like he had seen a ghost, "Did you sleep?"

"Oh oh oh!"

Changing his hand and patting his forehead, Wei Ran pulled down the rolling shutter door and walked towards the workbench. "Come and have a look!"

After taking the press pass handed to him by Wei Ran, Professor Alexey was already trembling with excitement after just one glance, "That's him, that's Bolev." "Hey! Let me see those photo albums!"

"They're all in the box." Wei Ran pointed to the wooden box placed aside.

“We’re getting rich, this time we’re getting rich!”

Professor Alexey was so excited that he almost rolled on the floor, holding his arms full of money like a fool. The wooden box of the photo album kept saying the same sentence back and forth nervously.

"Professor Alexei, Professor Alexei."

Wei Ran shook the press pass in his hand, "This pass, and the war reporter's The clothes, shoes and briefcase were all found in the gift you gave me."

Professor Alexei, who was looking at the film intently, said nonchalantly, "What does it matter? Even if it is not there. A box also proves that these negatives are from Polevoy!"

"No, no, no, I mean, these things belong to me."

Wei. Wei Ran suppressed a smile and said, compared to the tragedies he experienced in the Battle of Stalingrad, being able to continue bickering with this old guy who drinks all day long is like God talking to him. Chatting is just as happy.

"Um..."

Professor Alexei, who was having fun just a moment ago, immediately froze and turned around dryly, "What's yours and mine? This is..."

"It's mine."

Wei Ran shook the ID in his hand pretending to be proud, "After all, it was your graduation gift to me. Could it be that Are you embarrassed to let me return them to you? Okay, needless to say, I know you must be embarrassed, so it is mine, andI'm going to take it home and treasure it. "

"You bastard can't do this! "

Professor Alexei shouted with a sad face. Without that certificate, it would be a big project to prove that these negatives were made by Polevoy.

"So you are ready How do I compensate for letting me work overtime while you sit next door and enjoy the benefits? "Wei Ran asked, playing with the press card in his hand.

"How about I give you another gift? "Professor Alexei said with a puzzling look, "A gift worth at least 50,000 rubles. "

"Forget it, they are yours. "Had enough joking, Wei Ran directly pushed the certificate to Professor Alexei on the table.

"You don't want it anymore? "Professor Alexey asked in surprise. He thought that this little bastard had to make some demands.

Wei Ran reached out and knocked on the copy board, "Those things are yours. But these negatives are mine. Of course, I can help you develop a few. "

"What film? ”

Professor Alexey threw aside the press pass he had just received, picked up a magnifying glass and came over. When he saw the shots in these negatives, the old man seemed to have lost his temper. It’s like having epilepsy and asthma, trembling and breathing heavily!

“This...this is also...found together...? ”

Alexei’s stammering question made Wei Ran unable to hold back the smile on his face, “I had it in that press card before, so now I have to choose one of these.” Film, or something else besides these films, which one do you want? "

"Those negatives are yours! The investigation fee for that tank is also yours, but as you said, I need you to help me develop some photos. ”

Professor Alexei said without thinking, the investigation fee of that T-34 is far less than that of Polevoi’s relics, no, to be precise, it should be Polevoi’s relics. Yi’s art work!

“No problem,” Wei Ran said, putting the film negatives he had taken into the film holder for laser scanning.

“Wait a minute. Wait first. "

Professor Alexey quickly stopped Wei Ran, "These great works of art cannot be printed in such a vulgar way using a computer. "

"What? Are you going to use photo paper to develop it? Wei Ran looked at the corner of the studio, "Why is it so troublesome?" "

"Of course, follow me. "

Professor Alexei happily led Wei Ran into the rarely used darkroom. As the red light was turned on, he began to explain nonchalantly, "These If precious photos are printed on a computer, they will not have the unique texture of film, so even if they are printed, they can only be called data at best. Only those washed out with silver salt photographic paper will have richer gray scales and fuller graininess. Correspondingly, they are also qualified to be called works of art. ”

“It’s not too much trouble” Wei RandiCooed.

"It's not a trouble, it's just that the current photography process is too simple."

Alexei opened an old iron box with his buttocks raised and took it from a pile of desiccant Take out a box of silver salt photographic paper packed in a vacuum bag.

"Can this thing be used?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the distinctive pattern of the times on the packaging box.

"They are far less ancient than you think"

While adjusting the various liquids used to develop photos, Alexey explained proudly, "These are my The technology and materials used in the photo papers specially customized from the Kazan Photosensitive Company last year are no different from the Soviet era or even the World War II era. I even dare to say that when Polevoy was alive, he must have used the same Kazan. Brand photo paper."

"So what?" Wei Ran asked confused, and at the same time he allowed Alex to fix the film on the film holder, and then clamped it on the film holder that was also produced in the Soviet Union. On the enlarger of the era.

"So they can be used to fake..." Alexei stopped mid-sentence, "Anyway, these photo papers are the most suitable."

Wei Ran didn't bother to ask any more questions, and stood quietly aside, watching Professor Alexey develop out 10-inch square black and white photos in a meticulous manner.

When Professor Alexei hung the photos on the rope one by one, Wei Ran looked at the familiar people and background environment in the photos, and inexplicably remembered that Lieutenant Lev had asked him to The thing - if you can survive the war, go to Mamayev Heights for him.

“Not bad”

Alexey turned on the light in the darkroom with great satisfaction, “Victor, I’ll leave the rest of the negatives to you. You don’t need to do anything else these days. Just wash them all out and use this photo paper. Don’t look at me. This kind of thing can’t be difficult for you. I saw you giving it to a beautiful girl from China last year. The tourists specially developed the photos."

"Shut up! That's because they paid more!" Wei Ran explained with a pale face.

"That big fat guy also paid extra last month. Didn't you also print directly from the computer?" Alexey accepted it as soon as it was ready. After leaving the darkroom, he continued to look at the negative albums.

"That's because I know how to do business." Wei Ran looked like a stubborn duck.

"I hope so, a pot of coffee, thank you."

Professor Alexey said without raising his head, all his attention was focused on the book In his photo album, from time to time, he would write names of people or places that Wei Ran had never heard of in his notebook.

Time passed minute by minute, and when a large pot of coffee bottomed out, Professor Alexey stood up suddenly, closed the film album in his hand and walked out, while mouthing He kept saying, "Develop all the other negatives and albums. Now I have to go out. Remember to find a suitable excuse for me."

"Where are you going?" He was playing a game transfer.With his attention waning, he raised his head and asked in surprise, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening. Is this old man looking for a bar to dance in?

"Of course I have to find a way to sell those negatives at a high price."

Professor Alexei shook the photo album in his hand and said matter-of-factly, "In addition, as I just said Yes, the profits from the T-34 and the few negatives you left will all belong to you. However, if the buyer wants to buy the photos that have just been developed, my suggested selling price is excluding the negatives. It’s one hundred thousand rubles per photo. If he can’t afford it, he doesn’t have to sell it.”

“One hundred thousand rubles per photo?” Wei Ran’s eyes widened, “Do you think the customer is a fool?”

"You can try to shout for a higher price. Trust me, the other party will not counter-offer."

While Alexey was speaking, he had already pulled up the rolling shutter door. Pressing the car key, he said, "Okay, I'll leave the matter here to you. If nothing else happens, I'll be back before noon tomorrow."

Looking at the car disappearing in a hurry. Professor, Wei Ran put his hands on the rolling shutter door above his head and started counting down again.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, the other party drove his car back and said, "Where is Mr. Polevoy's press card? Give it to me quickly. Without it, those negatives cannot be sold." ”

Turn around to get the press pass. Before Wei Ran could say anything, the money-obsessed professor had stepped on the accelerator and disappeared again in a puff of smoke.

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