Being tortured by this bastard professor who came and went like a breeze, Wei Ran completely lost his sleep. After locking the rolling shutter door again, he took the few film negatives he had taken and scanned them into the computer. Then he got into his room, put his left hand under the beam of the desk lamp, and carefully observed the delicate tattoo on the tiger's mouth. .
"If my mother sees this, she won't kill me?" Wei Ran rubbed it hard, and as expected, there was no possibility of the color fading.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to relax himself, and then his hand sank slightly, and the cowhide notebook appeared in his hand.
"Alas!"
The moment he saw the cowhide notebook, Wei Ran sighed with a tangled look on his face. If possible, he really didn't want this to hurt him. Sending back a broken notebook from World War II.
"I'd rather be a peace dog than run away from others..." Wei Ran struggled for a long time, then resolutely stood up and pushed open the window, raised his hand and threw the cowhide book in his hand hard.
"Bang!"
However, before he could sit down, the account register on his left hand seemed to be hit hard by a ruler, and then the book returned to his hand. inside.
“Are you made of dog-skin plaster?”
Wei Ran, who was about to cry without tears, became furious. He rummaged through the box to find a lighter, and used the small burnt yellow flame. On the pages of the cowhide book.
“Hiss—f*ck!”
The moment the flames touched the cowhide book, Wei Ran threw the lighter in his hand, and then rubbed his Hukou He screamed in pain. The flames had indeed burned the cowhide book just now, but it didn't matter that the book was in trouble, but his mouth turned red as if it had been burned with a soldering iron.
"What evil did I commit in my last life?"
Wei Ran looked at the leather notebook still lying on the table and sighed sadly. After all, what's the point of living in this peaceful age just eating and waiting to die?
So what if this book could completely trace the history of the T-34 tank? If given the choice, he really didn't want to risk his life to witness or participate in that war-filled history. I don’t even want to experience the powerless feeling of being unable to do anything but press the shutter button again.
But in the current situation, it seems that it may be impossible for him to throw this thing away. Not only could it not be thrown away, but there was a high probability that it might be sent back to the battlefield of World War II for whatever reason.
Since you can't throw it away and you can't escape, and you have to take risks no matter what, using this thing to make some money may become your only choice.
It is undeniable that the benefits brought by the battle of Stalingrad really made him excited. Not to mention the investigation fee of the T-34 tank, all these things added up, The profit would be at least 500,000 to 600,000 rubles, which is 50,000 to 60,000 yuan when converted into RMB. If the photos I took could really be sold at the price the professor said, I'm afraid the profit could be doubled.end.
For a newly graduated college student, the courage brought by this number is enough to challenge most dangers!
"Did it!"
After struggling to convince himself, Wei Ran opened the notebook under the desk lamp again and began to analyze the reasons why this thing could bring him back to Stalingrad.
There is no doubt that all this is inseparable from the T-34 tank outside the door. So as long as the laptop doesn't "see" similar things again, it's controllable?
Wei Ran experimented over and over again with the process of turning a cowhide notebook into a tattoo and from a tattoo into a notebook, but he had more and more doubts in his heart.
Can this book take me back to any era with the help of related items? If so, how do you control that metal quill pen to draw related items according to its own decisions? Is it "safe" as long as it remains a tattoo?
On the other hand, if I died in Stalingrad during World War II when I returned to that flesh-and-blood battlefield last time, would I really die? And this also leads to several other key questions: Can I bring my things there? For example, get one that emits blue light...
Taking out the PPK pistol that was still in his pants pocket, Wei Ran shook his head in disappointment. It was probably impossible to bring anything there, and it seemed that besides It was impossible for me to bring those negatives back.
Otherwise, you must at least have a submachine gun in your hand. But fortunately, at least he figured out the origin of that tank...
Thinking of this, Wei Ran was suddenly stunned. He put aside what he brought back, maybe he could really bring something with him! After all, although the "hardware" can't be brought along, at least the "software" will definitely be fine!
It seemed like he had to find a place to learn some real skills as soon as possible... Wei Ran turned off the lamp and lay down on the bed without even taking off his clothes.
Early the next morning, just after dawn, the clanging rolling shutter door woke Wei Ran up again. The sleepy Wei Ran opened the door in a daze, and then saw his wife standing outside with an angry face.
"Auntie, why did you go to work so early today?" Wei Ran asked in confusion.
"Where is that bastard?" Zhou Shujin asked through gritted teeth.
"Teach him..."
"You damn professor, call me uncle!" Zhou Shujin corrected Wei Ran and raised her hand to hit him hard on the forehead. one time.
“It hurts!” Wei Ran quickly held his head and took a step back,
“Let’s not talk about him first, what’s going on with the tattoo on your hand?” Zhou Shujin held Wei Ran in her arms. asked the wrist.
"Then what..." Wei Ran pretended to say, "I'm not reminding myself to read more and study harder..."
"Then do you want my aunt to give it to you?" Carving the word "morning" on your forehead?"
Zhou Shujin doesn't follow Wei Ran's example, "Since you are like thisI love learning. From now on, you should stop doing the tour guide job and stop working in this studio. I will talk to your uncle later and you can continue your graduate studies. ”
“Graduate school? Wei Ran swallowed hard, "Do you think I'm that material?" I'll go and do some salt work. ”
“Stop talking to me and wash up, or I’ll ask your mother to come over and take you to wash up.” "Zhou Shujin said with a look of disgust.
I want to wash it...
Wei Ran muttered to himself and said flatteringly, "Auntie, I told your uncle to do it. Come on, can we not mention the tattoo in the future? ”
“How dare you not tell me if I say no? "Zhou Shujin asked with her hands on her hips.
"Don't dare." Wei Ran only thought about it for less than a second and then sold Professor Alexei down to the last hair without hesitation.
“So you two can finally make money this time? " Zhou Shujin asked while flipping through the photo album of negatives still in the box.
"That's not true!
Wei Ran said proudly, "Listen to me...I heard what my uncle said, these old photos are developed, and one of them can be sold for money." "
"No wonder you dare to run away at night without a trace."
As Zhou Shujin spoke, she kicked the wooden box under the workbench with her toes, "Give it to my mother and carry it to the next door. Then call him, and if he doesn't come back before I make dinner, go look for this junk in the shredder! ”
“Okay! " Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already picked up the box.
"And the tattoos on your hands and paws," Zhou Shujin said as she walked out, "I'll give you a month. Wash it, or else I'll go back to school for graduate school. ”
“I’ll wash it. I’ll wash it when I’m done for the past two days!” "
Wei Ran agreed with a low eyebrow. Even though this aunt was not even half a blood related to him, she was definitely more strict than her own mother. As for what to do in a month, Of course, we will talk about it in a month.
Hold up the wooden box and send it to the travel agency next door. At the same time, he used his aunt's power to get rid of the boring photo development work, and Wei Ran left the travel agency's job. The little girl at the front desk got a bouquet of sunflowers from her hand, and then she walked to Mamayev Hill not far away with satisfaction, and dialed Professor Alexei's phone number.