Suisui hugged Wei Ran's neck and said proudly, "Just continue to make do in the basement of the library."

Wei Ran is not stupid, he really has no reason to reject this girl's genius plan.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What are your plans for the next few days?" Seeing that Anna seemed to want to continue asking something, Wei Ran changed the subject in time.

“No plans”

Suisui, who had been so proud just now, suddenly became depressed, "Of course it's work, work is still work."

"How about going back to Volgograd?"

Wei Ran's proposal immediately made Suisui's eyes light up, but she soon rejected it with a sullen expression, "Forget it, forget it, I don't have time now, the studio has a lot of backlogged work."

Seeing that Anna was not ready to say anything, Wei Ran could only honestly change the topic to another direction.

In the blink of an eye, the next morning came, Wei Ran took his dog Beria and started running in the morning as usual.

Different from the past, this time while running, he would glance at the article on protracted war that he found on the screen of his mobile phone from time to time.

After the last history about Zhao Jinyu, Hu Bazhi and others, he still had not found the answer to the Long March pole, but he had decided to recite this article.

At the same time, Suisui, who was still hungover, was also pulled out of the warm bed by the Katenka sisters, dragged to the lobby on the first floor and forced to turn on the phone, and started morning exercises with the other girls who were forcibly woken up.

A little earlier than the rest of the family got up, a transport plane flying from Inta to Kazan also unloaded a wooden box, which was personally escorted to the studio by Greva's gangsters.

The basement of the main building.

After sending away those little bastards who looked like dogs, Culp personally used a crowbar to open the wooden box and pulled out Mehir who was inside.

"Have you become an idiot?" Apolly, who arrived early, looked curiously at Mehir, who was almost unresponsive to external stimulation.

"The students taught by that old bastard Gorman have always been excellent."

Culp replied nonchalantly, but at the same time he did not delay at all in checking Mehir to make sure there were no mistakes.

"Is that female mouse really willing to help?" April raised his head and asked.

"She will be willing to help attract firepower," Culp replied without raising his head, "and this deal is not bad for her."

"Why?" April asked, "I mean, why is she willing to help?"

This time, Culp hesitated briefly, and finally explained truthfully, "A friend of mine accidentally discovered the cub she was hiding and saved the little mouse by the way."

"There's really no bottom line," Apoli mocked.

“When did we need a bottom line?”

Culp asked seriously, "We are not glamorous historians or movie stars."

"That's right"

April nodded and muttered vaguely, "But when did we need to make a deal with mice..."

"From the day the Soviet Union collapsed, those rats and those moths suddenly became qualified to make deals with us overnight."

Culp gave an equally vague answer, "In order for everyone to live a good life in the future, someone has to do something without a bottom line."
Chapter completed!