At Kazan Airport, the fat chef Yashar was bid farewell by Wei Ran and others, and took the two notebooks left by his grandfather and the first-class ticket Wei Ran bought for him, and boarded the flight to China alone.

This is already his fourth day in Kazan. During these four days, Yashar not only got a photo opportunity with "Star Dima Arakh" and his autograph, but he was also promised that when he finished

During my trip to China, I would go to his barbecue restaurant with "Mr. Victor".

The promises he received in Kazan did not stop there. Wei Ran also promised him that he would seriously consider the possibility of making a movie about his ancestors' stories, and would help investigate the mystery of his parents' disappearance.

Of course, all this comes at a price, and the price Yashar has to pay is to serve as everyone's cook during these four days, serving Wei Ran, Jima and all the girls, and of course,

Next door, April and Mrs. Samantha, as well as Lyubov, who was unable to show up, cooked his signature delicacies.

In addition, he also promised that when Wei Ran, Jima and others visited his restaurant, they would eat and drink for free, and that he would be required to serve as a tour guide to take everyone to have a good few days in Antalya.

Everyone, including himself, knew that such a price was a very favorable price to hire a certain historian, and Yashar was naturally extremely grateful for it.

The reason why Wei Ran finally decided to help Yashar find his missing parents was that besides wanting to "repay the favor to the little lama", he himself did not want to owe Yashar any favors.

After all, no matter who the notebook originally belonged to, the fat man could have pretended not to know about it. Since he sent it as soon as possible, he deserves to be thanked.

On the other hand, he also urgently needed a change of scene to cover up the painful memories brought about by the Long March.

If I had to describe the true psychological activities of a well-known historian, it would be like...just like the pain of a new wound is urgently needed to cover up the pain of an old wound. In a sense, this is also the case.

Combat traumatic stress disorder syndrome.

For Wei Ran, even though Guqin Yaoguang helped him adjust to make him look like an ordinary person, he clearly knew that this mental state was not normal. After all, that magical metal book was not omnipotent most of the time.

Especially in order to protect the secret of the existence of the metal notebook, he couldn't even talk about the unexplained painful experiences like a normal soldier.

Watching Yashar's overweight figure disappear from the security checkpoint, Weiran and Suisui held hands and walked out while asking Jima beside them, "What are you going to do next?"

"Making a movie is, of course, making a movie."

Ji Ma spread his hands and said, "It has started to snow in the Arctic Circle. Filming of movies about labor camps and guerrillas in Murmansk will continue. If we hadn't been waiting for you to come back and meet you, we would have been ready to go.

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Knowing that the other party must have something to ask him, Wei Ran turned to look at Suisui, who said in a tacit understanding, "Then let's go to the studio to get busy with work first. Maya, take my car."

Naturally, Maya didn't have any objections. She let go of the hand that was openly held by Jima, and followed Suisui and the other girls to quicken their pace.

"It seems you are finally together?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I'm still very charming," Ji Ma said proudly.

"Where are we going?" Wei Ran didn't want to hear the other party show off, so he decisively changed the subject.

"Come with me" Ji Ma snapped his fingers and also quickened his pace.

One by one, the two of them got into their own armored pickup trucks and drove out of the airport. Ji Ma drove the car in the opposite direction to the city with the gas behind him, and finally drove the car to a dilapidated road hidden in the birch forest.

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It wasn't until no cars, people, or any man-made buildings could be seen at the front and rear ends of the road that Jima stopped the car with double flashes.

Seeing this, Wei Ran also pulled up the handbrake, took out the electronic products from his body and threw them on the passenger seat. Then he pushed the door and got out of the car, and followed Jima towards the rear of the car for a few dozen meters.

It wasn't until he lit the cigarette in his hand that Jima leaned against a waist-thick birch tree on the side of the road and asked in a low voice, "Where did you send her? Forget it, the question just now is invalid. Let me change the question.

Victor, how is she doing now?"

"Everything is fine," Wei Ran replied in a low voice, "I had plastic surgery and I have a new identity and job."

"Work for you?" Jima asked.

"Yes, work for me."

Wei Ran nodded seriously, "I will ensure her safety. Of course, if you want to know where she is, I won't hide it."

"I still trust you"

Ji Ma grinned and patted Wei Ran's shoulder hard, "As for where she is, forget it. For her safety, I don't want to be curious about it."

"Is that why you ask these questions?"

Wei Ran pulled away the opponent's paws and asked while walking back.

Although both parties used "she" just now, both of them knew clearly in their hearts that they were talking about the Gormans who had faked their own deaths.

"Of course," said Jima, who was following behind, "I always want to know whether I succeeded or not."

"Don't worry," Wei Ran replied vaguely.

"I said, I still trust you."

Jima repeated with a playful smile, "Let's go, we should stop by the forest farm to present flowers to the director who unfortunately suffered a plane crash. I bought you a bouquet when I came here."

"What a coincidence, I also bought two bouquets of flowers." Wei Ran responded with a smile.

With a tacit understanding, they did not continue the topic. The two drove straight to the forest farm, and finally stopped at the end of the path in the deepest part of the forest farm.

In a serious manner, they placed the bouquets they brought on the grave where "Mr. Gorman's remains" were buried, and in a serious manner they filled the cups in front of the tombstone with vodka. Then Wei Ran and Jima drove back to Hongqi.

The square in front of the main building of the forest farm.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At the same time, Mr. Gorman, who was deeply remembered by them, also took advantage of the night to entertain the two people who were about to work together in the basement of his home.

New colleagues.

"Let me introduce you, the person in the wheelchair is the physical education teacher."

Gorman, whose face was still wrapped in gauze, held up a glass of freshly squeezed mango juice and said in English, "Physical education teacher, the person sitting opposite you is the math teacher, and I am the music teacher.

After finishing speaking, Gorman, Liu Hanjai, codenamed math teacher, and Lazaro, codenamed physical education teacher, each picked up juice and touched it with themselves at the same time, and then continued, "Soon, we will be in the same orphanage.

We work here, and the above code names are our identities in the orphanage.

Please allow me to remind you for the first and last time that all the children we come into contact with in the future are destined to be disposable consumables, so please do not have any unnecessary feelings."

“Stop wasting everyone’s time with this meaningless nonsense.”

Lazzaro, who once had a relationship with Wei Ran, drank all the mango juice in his glass in one breath and urged in English, "Let's get to the point quickly. What do we need to do?"

“This is a job that requires patience.”

Gorman sipped the straw that was stuck in the juice and said slowly, "We will get 24 American-Japanese or Korean-American children every two years, and we will do our best to train them."

"Trained into what?" Lazaro asked, wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Paranoid and hateful lunatic"

Gorman said with a smile, "We need them to remain loyal and rational enough, we need them to have strong enough fighting power, and we need them to be crazy enough when necessary."

“These are not difficult”

Lazzaro, codenamed Physical Education Teacher, said while picking at the pulp fibers between his teeth, "I can make them crazy enough when they need to."

"I will make them qualified soldiers"

The taciturn Ryu Hanjae saw Gorman looking at him and confidently made a guarantee in English.

"last question"

Lazaro pulled out the blockage between his teeth and looked at it. While licking it into his mouth and eating it, he asked without any delay, "Who are these children's loyal target?"

Seeing Ryu Hanjae looking at him, Gorman put down the juice cup in his hand and replied, "It's enough to be loyal to hatred that can never be forgiven."

"When will it start?" Liu Hanzai asked, "The orphanage wall has been built."

"Those children will be delivered one after another tomorrow."

Gorman said, picking up the hood in front of him and throwing it to the other two, "Don't let those children see your faces, and from now on we can only communicate in English, whether talking to the children or between us."

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"Are you sure the children you send here can speak English?" Liu Hanjae, no, the math teacher asked.

"If not, then teach them."

Gorman said with a smile, "We have enough time and we must have enough patience."

"Last question," asked Lazzaro, who seemed to have countless questions, "who is our boss, no, our principal?"

"Of course, the distinguished Mr. Omar Mu'ammar Kazafei," Gorman answered with a smile.

“What a perfect boss”

Lazzaro seemed particularly satisfied with this answer, "Then it's settled. From now on, I will be the physical education teacher. It's such an appropriate identity."

"I wish we all achieve excellent results in our respective teaching positions and cultivate the best students." Gorman smiled and sent his blessing, "Well, gentlemen, cheers."

"cheers!"

The other two teachers each raised their empty or unfinished glasses and lightly touched the glass in Gorman's hand.

Not to mention the secret gathering in the middle of the night in Papua New Guinea, Wei Ran, who was still busy working with Suisui at the Hongqi Forest Farm, could not help but once again start to think about the problems that had been bothering him these days, and chose to seek help outside the field.

"Jima, let me ask you a question."

Wei Ran said to Jima, who was also kicked out of the office and could only bask in the sun with him in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"What's the problem?" Ji Ma, who was playing games on his mobile phone, asked absently.

"If you had Doraemon's bellyband and you could put any two things in it, what would you choose to put in it?"
To be continued...