"Is this for me?" Yashar asked in surprise.

“Just a small souvenir”

With Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran made a promise, "I will find a way to deal with the movie. To be honest, I also know another descendant of a prisoner of war in the Momo War. We may be able to work on this matter."

Join him and give it a try. Look there, those photos are from the Moss Battlefield."

Listening to Anfisa's translation, Yashar also followed the direction of Wei Ran's finger and looked at the photos of Zhao Shengli, Chen Qi and others hanging not far away.

After Anfisa finished translating, Yashar turned back and looked at Wei Ran seriously, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked, "Victor, can you help me find my parents? They are also at war.

disappeared."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Your...your parents?"

Before Wei Ran could say anything after listening to Anfisa's translation, Anfisa asked the question he wanted to ask in advance.

"It was my parents who were supposed to inherit the Turkish kebab restaurant left by my grandfather."

Yashar explained self-consciously, “But because my grandfather told him the story of being saved by military doctors in a prisoner of war camp more than once, he finally chose to become an Médecins Sans Frontières, and soon fell in love with a fellow student.

The nurse who worked for Doctors Without Borders gave birth to me, and then they disappeared on the battlefield."

"Which battlefield is it?" Anfisa asked, knowing that her boss would definitely ask these questions.

“Beirut”

Yashar swallowed, "Beirut Massacre, my parents entered the refugee camp before the massacre started. Then... I never saw him again."

"Is this the real reason why you are willing to come to see my boss with your notebook in the first place?" Anfisa asked bluntly.

Hearing this, Yashar sighed and finally nodded, "Yes, I really hope Mr. Victor can help me at first.

Rather, I have been considering whether to contact Mr. Victor for a long time. I had already thought about whether to contact Mr. Victor just before he took over the US$2.88 million investigation work in the United States.

But how could I possibly get a commission of US$2.88 million? I couldn't even get US$280,000.

When I came here this time, I really thought about using my grandfather's notebook as a bargaining chip to hire Mr. Victor, but I changed my mind after seeing these photos hanging in the library. Who am I qualified to mention this?

Too much to ask?

But...

I really want to know if my parents are still alive and what happened to them."

With a silent sigh, Anfisa finally conveyed their communication in Greek to Wei Ran truthfully.

“Beirut Massacre?”
Chapter completed!