Chapter 13 Pretending to be a reporter

"What did you say?!" Even through the phone, Wei Ran could hear the harsh sound of brakes in Professor Alexei's slightly trembling voice.

“Didn’t I ask you to make excuses for me?!” Professor Alexei asked angrily.

"I found it, but my wife doesn't believe it. Anyway, please come back soon, otherwise I'm worried that your knees won't be able to bear it." Wei Ran said happily.

"Shut up!" Professor Alexei cursed in a panic and simply hung up the phone.

Satisfied, Wei Ran put away his cell phone and walked up the steps to the top of Mamayev Hill. As for Professor Alexei, there is no need to worry at all. When he comes back and kneels on the washboard, he probably won't have the energy to cause trouble for himself.

Walking all the way up the steps, Wei Ran, who has been here countless times, felt deeply this time. Perhaps even the Soviet Union’s own historical records are unclear. During the Battle of Stalingrad, how many Soviet soldiers and even civilians like Lieutenant Lev and others made the choice without hesitation in order to recapture this small highland with an altitude of only about a hundred meters. sacrifice.

But this city has gone from more than 800,000 residents before the war to less than 8,000 after the war, and it may be able to give a tragic enough answer.

Standing at the door of the Memorial Hall of the Fallen Soldiers for a long time, he finally gave up the futile attempt to search for the names of Lieutenant Lev and others among the names of more than 7,000 fallen soldiers.

Wandering to the statue of Motherland, Wei Ran placed the sunflower he had been holding on the green lawn. He looked up at the sword in the statue's hand and murmured to himself, "I will do it for you." Climb Mamayev Hill...Although it's more than half a century late."

After fulfilling Lieutenant Lev's last wish, when Wei Ran returned to the studio, a group of people had already stopped outside the rolling shutter door. A flatbed trailer and a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle.

"You are finally back."

After seeing Wei Ran, the visitor immediately opened the car door and stretched out his hand, "We have met before, I am Mr. Alexander's assistant Federer, I received a message from Professor Alexei this morning. He told me that the history of the T-34 has been investigated clearly?”

“It has indeed been investigated clearly”

"We will use Bought it at a price that satisfied Professor Alexei." Federer happily told the answer that Weiran wanted to hear most.

"Wait a moment"

Wei Ran took out the photos developed last night from the darkroom, placed them one by one on the workbench, and then took out a pair from the drawer Brand new white gloves were handed to the other party.

This small detail immediately made the other party pay more attention to it. He put on his gloves honestly and then picked up the photo.

"Where did you find this?" Federer picked up the photoasked in surprise.

"Polevoy"

"That legendary reporter from the Soviet era?" Wei Ran just mentioned a name, and Federer automatically completed the check, "This is him "The photo we took?"

Wei Ran nodded, "To be precise, this is the photo we developed from his film."

"Where is the film?" Federer asked. road.

Weihan did not answer the topic at all, picked up one of the photos and said, "According to our investigation, these people in the photo drove this tank to blow up during the Battle of Stalingrad. They captured a German artillery position and provided important help for the Soviet Union’s temporary retaking of Mamayev Heights on September 29, 1942.”

“The identities of these Soviet soldiers were found. "?"

"I found out that the leader was Lieutenant Lev of the 644th Independent Tank Battalion. They were all awarded medals after the war."

Wei Ran. As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of white paper from his pocket filled with the names of Lieutenant Lev and others and the corresponding medal certificate numbers and pushed it over, "As long as based on these medal certificate numbers, it is easy to find out their combat experience. ."

At this point, Wei Ran stopped without warning and just looked at Federer with a smile.

The latter asked again, "I bought all these photos. How much does each one cost?"

Wei Ran gently pushed the photos on the table to Federer. , "A total of eight photos, packaged for sale. Each photo... 100,000, 100,000 rubles."

Faced with the high price offered by Weihan, Federer smiled disapprovingly, "Each photo is 15 10,000, but how about selling me the negatives together?”

“We don’t have the negatives. The limit is the other party’s willingness to let us develop these photos, and we can’t disclose them to you. Identity information." Wei Ran blocked all escape routes, then knocked on the glass table again, "So each picture is 150,000 rubles, sold in packages, not including the negatives."

"Not 100,000. ..."

"The price has just increased."

Wei Rantian shamelessly interrupted the other party's unfinished words, "According to the previously signed agreement, we are only responsible for identifying this The history of the Taiwan T-34, and the medal numbers of these people are enough to form a complete chain of evidence."

"So?" Federer looked at Wei Ran in confusion.

"So these works of Mr. Polevoy are sold separately. Professor Alexei will be back in less than two hours. Believe me, if he is here..."

"RMB 150,000 each. I bought all these eight photos. As you said, the negatives are not included, but are there electronic versions?" Federer said nervously. He didn't mind every photo. I paid a little extra, but I definitely didn’t want to meet Professor Alexey who fell into the money printing machine.

“Yes, of course there is an electronic version. Also don’t forget, you also need to pay an additional 500,000 rubles for the investigation fee, which is a cash transaction as mentioned before. "

Wei Ran reminded with a formula-like smile that without these photos he took back, the 500,000 rubles investigation fee and the 500,000 activity funds prepaid by the other party would be theirs. All proceeds.

"Of course"

Federer waved behind him, and the girl in formal wear with big breasts and fat butt immediately put the box she had been carrying on the workbench and opened it. , and Wei Ran each operated a money counting machine to complete the cash delivery of 1.7 million rubles, and then put the eight 10-inch photos into the file bag.

Finally, they were scanned into electronic versions. The negatives were copied to a USB flash drive and handed to Federer, who immediately called to his men waiting outside the door and took away the tank that had been parked in the studio for more than half a month.

Randomly picked up a wad of rubles with the scent of ink and put it to the tip of the pen and smelled it vigorously. An intoxicated expression appeared on Wei Ran's face. According to what Professor Alexei said last night, the money is all his own. < /p>

After having enough money, Wei Ran returned 1.5 million rubles to the safe in his room, then stuffed the remaining 200,000 rubles into his backpack and prepared to go out.

According to yesterday. I analyzed the situation before going to bed at night. Although I couldn't bring some guns and the like there, I could at least find a place to learn how to use some World War II military equipment. At least it wouldn't be like what I didn't do on the Stalingrad battlefield last time. The dilemma of using German radio.

In addition to military equipment, there are also many other things that need to be learned, such as the most important German language, such as life-saving medical self-rescue ability, and even one's own physical fitness needs to be improved. < /p>

But among all the needs, the first thing that needs to be strengthened is the most basic shooting ability. Although Professor Alexey has taken him hunting every now and then in recent years, hunting and fighting are not the same. It's a completely different matter.

But where to learn these things is a problem. First of all, ordinary shooting ranges definitely don't need to be considered. The help they can provide is limited, and it can even be said to be a waste of time. He really didn't know where else to go to the shooting ranges that the professor went to. Just when he was worried, a BMW car covered in dust had parked in the open space outside the studio.