"Hello, is this Mr. Wei?" On the other end of the phone, a man with a strange accent asked in non-standard Chinese.

"it's me"

Wei Ran patted Beria's dog's head, followed the two elderly people into the shared living room and responded briefly.

"Hello Mr. Wei"

The man on the other end of the phone paused and said straightforwardly, "I have another photo album in my hand and want to meet you."

"What do you call it?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

After a pause, the man opposite replied, "That's right, the person who really wants to meet you is Mr. Hannibal Simpson. I'm just the Chinese translator he hired. My last name is Tang."

Tang Translator? Hannibal? Who gave this name that is so energetic and appetizing?

Secretly slandering, Wei Ran said with a normal expression, "Mr. Tang, please tell Mr. Simpson that I have been in the capital of China for the past week, and I very much welcome and look forward to meeting him."

"In fact, Mr. Simpson has already bought a ticket for the last flight this afternoon," said translator Tang on the other end of the phone. "The flight we are taking will land in about 16 hours. If it is convenient, Mr. Simpson hopes to be with us as soon as possible."

You meet."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Send the flight information later." Wei Ran paused, "I will pick you up at the airport then."

"Sorry to trouble you," Translator Tang said very politely before hanging up the phone.

What’s in the second half of the photo album? Wei Ran thought to himself, and at the same time, the other party also sent the flight information.

After forwarding this message to Xia Shushi, Wei Ran called directly and made an appointment to pick him up at the airport tomorrow, and asked the other party to help arrange accommodation.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Ran had time to release the two big-eared foxes that were still locked in the flight box, and introduced the three pets to the crooked-mouthed pug that seemed to have been kept at his grandma's house.

"I heard that your boy was attacked?"

Wei Ran's grandfather asked tentatively, and the other three old people in the same living room also looked over subconsciously.

"It does happen, but I'm just pretending in the news."

Wei Ran sighed secretly in his heart, and had to raise his arms and legs to lift his clothes and trousers again to explain. Only then did he dispel the worries of the elders - even though they had already heard it from Suisui, who came back first.

Same explanation over and over again.

"What these little devils are coding is nothing special," Suisui's grandfather slapped the table and cursed, "After all the bad things they have done, they will be punished sooner or later!"

"No!"

The two old ladies agreed, and as expected, the next conversation began to recall painful memories of so-and-so's parents, brothers, and sisters in a nearby village being killed by Japanese soldiers.

The four old men chatted with them until the sunset. Seeing that the four pets in the yard had become familiar with each other, Wei Ran also explained why Suisui, who had drunk too much, explained why there were so many girls this time.

The others finally got up one after another.

While they were busy working on dinner together, everyone also discussed the arrangements for the next few days.

Both expected and unexpected, this time Jima and Maya actually planned to go to the south of China by themselves, and unanimously rejected Suisui's proposal to arrange a translator for them.

There was a tacit understanding that they did not help these two friends who wanted to hide their secrets to expose the last layer of window paper, and the rest of the people also declined the two people's false invitation to form a group.

Jima and Maya were missing from the room. After some discussion with the other girls, Lu Xinda, a girl who could speak Chinese but had never been to China before, unexpectedly became the most popular candidate for the group.

But Sui Xin, who also speaks Chinese and even grew up in this country, took the initiative to take on an important job.

She is responsible for taking Lola and Lola's sister Korava to see a doctor. By the way, this girl also plans to ask Chen Guangling for advice on piano skills.

At this point, the remaining girls no longer planned to split up any more. In addition to deciding to take a day off tomorrow, they took advantage of dinner to make full arrangements for the next few days, so much so that Maya was almost tempted to abandon Jima and return.

The embrace of the organization.

That's right, because of Ji Ma's sentiments, these girls are now planning to form a women's group to make money and build careers together.

It's just that it's been a week, and the only name they came up with, which barely satisfied most of the girls but only Suisui found embarrassing, was the Chinese pronunciation of "bigger and stronger".

Regardless of the name of this small group, the family dinner on the first day back was extremely lively.

Of course, at this time, there were so many singles and old bachelors in this small village whispering to each other that they envied their scumbag nephew Wei Ran, whose innocence had actually been tainted by them. I'm afraid even the village chief couldn't even count them.

In the blink of an eye, the next morning came, Weiran caught the first high-speed train in the morning and returned to the capital. He met up with Xia Shushi, who had been waiting for him at the high-speed rail station early, and rushed to the airport by car.

"Whose car is this?" Wei Ran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked as he refused the cigarette offered by the other party.

"Who else could it belong to?"

“Really a bit shabby”

Wei Ran nodded truthfully. This was indeed a broken car. It was a Land Cruiser 80 off-road vehicle that looked very old and had obviously been heavily modified a long time ago. Fortunately, the car was in good condition inside and out.

It's extremely clean.

"This car is a beast's treasure"

Xia Shushi patted the steering wheel, "Besides me, his aunt and his sister are the only ones who can touch this car. Not to mention driving it, he would be anxious to get into the garage where this car is kept."

"Then why don't you drive another car?" Wei Ran asked helplessly.

"This is the only car he has in his garage," Xia Shushi said matter-of-factly, "I can't just leave the ready-made one unused and waste money on renting another one, right?"

"Pretend I didn't say anything." Wei Ran paused and couldn't help but asked curiously, "What's going on at his house?"

"Hey, don't ask. It's just a piece of cake. Let's talk about the origin of the person we're going to pick up today?"

Xia Shushi, who obviously didn't want to talk about this topic in depth, changed the topic and stepped on the accelerator. The car also increased its speed while the engine roared.

"The plane is about ten o'clock, and the name is Hannibal Simpson." Weiyan spread his hands, "I don't know anything else."

"Hannibal?"

"Whole human flesh"

Wei Ran deliberately gave the other party a vaccination in advance, "Whenever I say something, please translate it properly for me. Don't translate blindly like last time."

"Just watch it," Xia Shushi made an ambiguous promise, obviously out of the kindness of his friend and worried that he would talk nonsense again.

During the playful chat, the two arrived at the airport smoothly before the flight landed and stood outside the pick-up gate.

However, after waiting for a while, the two of them were stunned when they received Hannibal Simpson and his Tang translator.

This Mr. Hannibal, who probably does not eat human flesh, is much younger than Wei Ran imagined. He looks to be 60 years old at most. His face is covered with gray stubble, and he wears a plaid dress that clearly came from the tropics and subtropics.

Underneath the shirt is a gray tight-fitting shirt, a brown cowboy hat with a pair of sunglasses stuck on top of his head, and his lower body is a pair of jeans and a pair of high-waisted desert boots.

What was incompatible with such a neat dress was that his neck was wrapped with a circle of gauze, and his left hand was also wrapped with gauze, and it seemed that he was missing a little finger and a ring finger.

Looking at the translator Tang, he was an Asian young man who looked to be in his early 20s and dressed as a student.

"Hello, Mr. Wei." Hannibal Simpson took the initiative to shake Wei Ran's hand and said hello in Chinese that he had obviously just learned.

"Welcome to China, Mr. Simpson." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party, and the Tang translator immediately translated his greeting into English.

After some pleasantries and introductions, Wei Ran and Xia Shushi led the two Simpsons out of the airport and into the car.

Contrary to Weiran's expectations, Mr. Simpson was particularly satisfied with this tattered off-road vehicle. He bluntly said that he also owned one and drove it across Australia a few years ago.

Through the topic of cars and the help of Xia Shushi and Tang Translator, after some communication between the two parties, Wei Ran had a general understanding of Simpson.

According to his own statement, Mr. Simpson is a native Australian. He owns a farm of more than 1,000 hectares in Queensland, South Australia, and the Tang translator is just a Malay international student working on his farm.

That’s all.

When asked about the photo album, the honest farmer even said without hesitation that it was the work of his father, Mr. Callan, and Mr. Hugo, the father of the late sailor Chris, in the 1950s.

At the end, it was stolen after murdering a captain.

When asked about the reason for murdering the other party, the old gentleman was particularly upright and the English word "revenge" came out of his mouth.

Next, without any prompting, the old gentleman explained that his father once had an older brother who fought alongside Sailor Chris's father, Mr. Hugo.

After all, the name Hannibal was inherited from his uncle.

Hugo and Hannibal were both soldiers of the Australian 27th Infantry Brigade at the time.

The only difference is that the old Uncle Hannibal, whom Mr. Simpson had never met, participated in the Battle of Singapore in 1941, and was eventually implicated in the brigade commander's traditional British escape from battle, and became a prisoner of war of the nuclear devils.

His whereabouts are unknown.

Sailor Chris's father, Mr. Hugo, was lucky enough to escape the disaster because he returned to Australia for a rest and to hold a wedding.

By 1942, Chris's father, Mr. Hugo, participated in the Battle of Kokoda Trail, and his wife was sent to Queensland, a relatively safer place, to live on the Simpson family's farm.

Later, after World War II, Mr. Hugo, who took off his military uniform, became a sailor on an ocean-going fishing vessel. Simpson's father, Mr. Callan, also became a sailor under Hugo's instigation as an adult. And Hugo's wife

and Chris, who was already born, continued to live and work on the Simpson family farm.

What happened later was full of drama. In 1957, the young sailor Callan was fired for fighting on the ship. Mr. Hugo, who was on the same ship, also quit his job as first mate and decided to take his younger brother with him.

To have my ten-year-old brother Karan work on a different ship.

Soon, the two of them found a new job - a whaler that was recruiting for nuclear power. They were in urgent need of a first mate and a skilled bosun.

Not surprisingly, Mr. Hugo and Callan, two brothers who pretended not to know each other, easily obtained these two crucial positions on the ship, and within a short period of time, they followed the whaling ship.

Departing port and heading to the Coral Sea to start whaling operations.

Perhaps due to luck, the whaling ship soon made a harvest. As the whales were killed one by one, the captain of the whale hunter also decided to return to port for supplies that night, and took out his treasured sake to entertain all the sailors.

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To be continued...