"Doubt the authenticity of the Long March?" Wei Ran reacted immediately, "Why do you question this?"

"They felt that if so many people really went on the Long March, how could there not even be photos?" Xia Shushi explained, "Since there are no photos, the Long March must be fake."

"Are you sure these words came from a normal person's mouth?"

Before Wei Ran could say anything, Suisui couldn't help but said, "We didn't take any photos when the grass boat borrowed arrows or when the Red Cliff was burned down. These joint works don't exist either?"

"If the Long March didn't exist, then Kaishen Logistics would have been chasing the wall of air?" Qin Qi couldn't help but roll her eyes, "According to this logic, these great talents were not photographed when they were born...

.”

"Hey, hey, pay attention to your image." Xia Shushi quickly stopped his quick-talking soon-to-be girlfriend, "She is a university teacher after all."

"I'm careful about my chicken-feather image," Qin Qi snorted, "Such a retarded person should be crushed to death by a dump truck pulling excrement."

Xia Shushi and Wei Ran looked at each other, and Xia Shushi wisely stopped continuing the topic and asked instead, "You are probably going to Kazan, right?"

"Come on, let's go as soon as the things here are over."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wei Ran then changed the topic and said, "I can't hide at home all my life because of Captain America."

"makes sense"

After Xia Shushi finished speaking, he winked at Qin Qi, who also said as if she had just remembered, "My cousin asked me to tell you, don't worry about the Americans. My uncle asked my brother-in-law to help you fight with the Americans."

It’s time to say hello.”

"Have you said hello?"

Suisui subconsciously asked the question Wei Ran wanted to ask but shouldn't have asked, "Sister Qiqi, your cousin-in-law is so easy to do? What does he do?"

"It seems to be for diplomacy, maybe, I guess."

Qin Qi said uncertainly, "I only met him once, so I don't know the details."

Xia Shushi immediately expressed his position, "Don't look at me, I don't know anything about his brother-in-law."

"Thank you II and Uncle Qin for me," Wei Ran said sincerely, "By the way, where is II?"

"It seems like I have something to do"

Qin Qi obviously didn't care where her cousin went. Instead, she used this topic to ask, "Suisui, do you still have those dark dried corn mushrooms you made last time? My uncle likes to eat them very much. Please ask me

ask..."

"It's you who likes..."

Xia Shushi couldn't help but muttered for a while, and then said shamelessly, "That's right, get another one weighing ten or eight pounds, and then I will help you hand it over to the second generation's father."

"It's still ten or eight pounds. Do you think that thing is Chinese cabbage?" Wei Ran shook his head in confusion.

Just when the four young people were in the corner of the museum, trying to change their mood by discussing food.

The 28 black-and-white photos, including "Calabash Riverside", and the special program were also sold like a bundle with Weiran and began to go viral on the Internet.

Just when these photos and programs were reprinted in international news and attracted more attention, in the port city of Antalya, far south of Rabbit Rider, a restaurant specializing in Rabbit Rider barbecue was just getting ready to start its business for the day.

At the fairly spacious entrance on the first floor, employees wearing white hats are busy skewering pieces of meat. The meat waiting to be roasted is not only an ingredient, but also their best sign to attract customers.

On the third floor of the restaurant, which is not open to the public, the restaurant owner, who weighed more than 100 kilograms as early as ten years ago, is also the restaurant's fourth-generation chef and has just woken up.

According to his usual daily habits, after getting up, the chef staggered to the balcony and sat on the slightly shabby but always comfortable small sofa, browsing the news while waiting to be allocated a room with him.

His wife got up after resting and brought him the daily black tea.

But today, before his wife brought the black tea, he exclaimed in an exclamation that he had long since stopped believing in Allah, using it as a modal word similar to "fuck".

Immediately afterwards, the fat man, who was not very flexible, dropped his cell phone and ran towards the study that he used as a storage room.
Chapter completed!