Hearing this, Zha Xifeng and his wife looked at each other, and the latter smiled and said in Chinese, "You come and talk to Mr. Wei Ran, I will take Cecilia to stroll in the yard."

"Alright"

Zha Xifeng nodded, and Miley nodded apologetically towards Wei Ran, and then called her daughter Daofeng, who was holding two big-eared foxes in her arms, to leave the living room temporarily.

"You just noticed Miley's brooch, right?" Cha Xifeng asked with almost certainty.

really...

Wei Ran sighed secretly and nodded frankly, "Is that the Agent Orange barrel?"

"right"

Zha Xifeng nodded, "It is also the logo of the VN15 charity organization."

"VN15?"

"An anti-war organization founded in the United States"

Zha Xifeng explained in detail, "It was first organized by Vietnam War veterans and their families. Later, there were many... well, to use your original description, they were called children left in the dust.

Later, many children left in the dust joined the organization and it has developed to this day. Those mixed-race children from more difficult circumstances now account for the vast majority of the members of the organization.

The current VN15 not only adheres to the anti-war concept, but also opposes inhumane behavior in war and the use of chemical weapons. It is also committed to removing Agent Orange left in difficult and rodent-containing countries, and rescuing those affected by Agent Orange.

victim."

Speaking of this, Zha Xifeng looked at the mother and daughter outside the floor-to-ceiling window and said proudly, "Miley is an investigator of VN15. Her father is a Vietnam War veteran. He also formed another team in Yue Di

It's not a glorious but legitimate family in a sense, and they have their own children.

Of course, neither that child nor Miley's father survived the war.

Since Miley joined this organization, she has helped nearly a hundred children with Agent Orange, and she and I also met in this organization."

"So you are also a member of this VN15?" Wei Ran asked following the topic.

"of course not"

Zha Xifeng spread his hands and replied extraordinarily calmly, "I remember I said a long time ago that I never think that I am a difficult person, and I don't have much feelings about it.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But it is undeniable that Miley raised a lot of dollars from me when she was young to help those children who have lived in nightmares their entire lives because of Agent Orange."

"So the business you want to introduce to me is related to Agent Orange?" Wei Ran suppressed his inner resistance and asked with a normal expression.

"To be precise, it doesn't matter much."

Zha Xifeng spread his hands, and before Wei Ran could relax after hearing this sentence, he continued to say a statement that made Wei Ran tense up again, "But it does have something to do with the US-Vietnam War."

At this point, Zha Xifeng changed the subject, "I still remember that you once went to the United States and accepted an investigation worth 2.88 million US dollars to help a Vietnam War soldier who had sprayed Agent Orange during the Vietnam War investigate his

illegitimate child."

"It does happen"

Wei Ran nodded and shook his head pretending to be regretful, "But before I could get the results of my investigation, the employer canceled the business. They seemed to have obtained the key evidence through other means."

"The hypocrite who once wrote "The Lancers Over the Jungle" has tried more than once to hire murderers to murder members of VN15 or simply discredit the public welfare organization through public opinion and his ridiculous memoir.

But it is undeniable that there are many veterans in VN15 who are reflecting on war crimes."

At this point, Zha Xifeng brought the topic back, "The business I want to introduce to you comes from a veteran in the VN15 organization."

"What does he want to investigate?"

Wei Ran asked in a calm tone, but actually he was already thinking about how to politely refuse the other party's kindness.

"An American Communist"

Zha Xifeng gave an unexpected answer, "Help a veteran of the US Communist Party find the most difficult friends he made during the war."

As if afraid of Wei Ran's rejection, Zha Xifeng then added, "About seven months ago, the veteran passed away due to organ failure. He left a will and a sum of money worth more than one hundred and fifty.

A legacy of ten thousand dollars.”

After a pause, Zha Xifeng looked at Wei Ran and said, "According to the will, the real estate part of the inheritance will be donated to VN15 as an office space.

There is also about 750,000 US dollars left for his lost friends who are more difficult to survive, and the remaining 400,000 US dollars are used as VN15 activity funds.

But the premise of all this is that the US$750,000 in the will must first be handed over to his more difficult friends, so that VN15 has the right to use his real estate as office space and obtain the US$400,000 in activity funds.”

Seeing that Wei Ran didn't seem to be in a hurry to continue, Zha Xifeng had no choice but to continue, "In order to obtain this inheritance, VN15 is willing to spend US$150,000 from the US$400,000 activity fund as remuneration. In addition, that person also

Collections in warehouses left behind by the Communist Party of America.”

At this point, Zha Xifeng had already opened his wife's briefcase, took out his tablet computer, opened it, pulled out a set of photos and handed them to Wei Ran, "This is the collection left by that comrade."

After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran reached out and took the tablet from the other party, looking at the photos displayed on it.

In the first photo, in addition to a military 715 jeep, there are also some old weapons with a Vietnam War flavor, such as M16s and grenade launchers.

I casually scrolled the screen to the second page, and this time I saw some silver bowls and candlesticks that looked like Buddhist utensils. I couldn't tell whether they were valuable or not, but they were all quite beautiful knick-knacks.

When he saw the third picture, Wei Ran frowned. It was a heavy-duty 28-inch bicycle made in China. What was quite exaggerated was that the frame beams of this bicycle were fixed with belts.

Armed with an American M67 recoilless rifle.

If all this just made him frown, when he saw the fourth photo, he almost stood up!
Chapter completed!