Suisui waited for Mr. Charlotte to also hang up the phone, and then asked the Katenka sisters to help her translate this appetizing sentence into Italian and French.

"How much?" Tassie asked first.

"Not only did we equalize all our expenses, we also made an additional profit of 1.6 million euros, and the profit figures have continued to rise."

Suisui said with a smile, "A paid broadcast costs 10 euros. It is easy to calculate how many people have watched our documentary. Friends, this is the biggest treasure of Antarctica."

"In the next at least half a century, anyone who mentions the Antarctic treasures will probably be regarded as an idiot."

Tassie, who had a dull look on her face, said nonchalantly, but she didn't even notice the proud and proud expression on Monica's face next to her.

In the past half month, although Weiran, Taxi and others were exploring and filming in the Antarctic continent, she and her team were not idle either.

If nothing else, she and her online friends contributed considerable "praising power" to the vote on whether to return the Nazi treasure to the Jews.

"Everyone, please keep working hard!"

Suisui said with a smile, "When we return to Kazan, we will hold a spoils-sharing conference!"

Before this proposal could be translated into Italian and French, the senior students and brothers-in-law who followed the filming all started cheering.

Following the translation, even Charlotte showed an expression of relaxation and anticipation, and his whole person seemed to be infected, as if he had become several years younger.

After a short stay, the transport plane carried them across the Atlantic Ocean safely and smoothly, and then refueled in Dakar and Egypt in an almost leapfrog manner. Finally, on June 3, it flew safely and smoothly to Qatar.

Mountain Airport.

"Mr. Channing... No, Comrade Channing, why are you here to pick us up at the airport?"

After Wei Ran was slightly surprised, he waved and said hello to Comrade Chan Ning who was standing at the pick-up gate.

"Comrade Weiran"

Channing said hello in fairly decent Chinese, and after listening to Marta's translation, he immediately said in English, "I'm here to return that precious prototype gun to you. It has been auctioned.

Mission accomplished.

To be honest, when you released the photo of the corpse, I had already rushed to Kazan and was waiting for you to come back."

"You're not here for Nazo's treasure in Antarctica, are you?"

Wei Ran waited for Marta to finish translating, then smiled and said, "I guess you must have watched the documentary starring me, so I'm sorry, Antarctic Roots..."

"Come on, Comrade Wei Ran"

Channing sneered, "I am not one of those greedy and stupid Jews, let alone an adolescent child. How could I believe such absurd stories as there is a Nazi treasure in Antarctica."

"You were not so sure a few days ago..."

A "knowledgeable little bastard" who also came to pick him up and acted as a translator for Channing curled his lips and exposed Channing's background in Russian, "Boss... No, Mr. Victor, he had been there until he watched that documentary.

They are clamoring to reserve some missing Nachi treasures from you.

And he was accompanied by a short Asian man with yellow skin, and he has looked at almost every old photo in the library more than once these days."

Short Asians? Asians interested in old photos?
Chapter completed!