"I remember you said you wanted to organize a private auction, didn't you? Why did you do it so quickly?" Wei Ran asked confused.

Professor Alexei handed the fragrant coffee to Zhou Shujin, then sat down on the sofa and explained proudly, "I originally wanted to organize an auction, but Mr. Alexander offered a high price of 42,000 US dollars.

It has far exceeded my highest expectations for the auction. And most importantly, he gave us a job.”

"Don't talk about work first."

Zhou Shujin interrupted Professor Alexey's show off, took over the topic and said, "Wei Ran, what I mean is, the money from selling the gun will be sent back to your parents, and you will have no shortage of food and drink here.

, you might as well let your parents save such a large sum of money."

"But I think Victor should make his own decision about the proceeds from that gun. Not to mention us, not even his parents have the right to decide for him how to spend the money."

Alexei directly ignored Zhou Shujin this time, "So I didn't agree with her suggestion. I want to wait until you come back and let you decide how to spend the money."

"You two wait a minute," Wei Ran said and looked at Professor Alexei, "What do you mean, the money from selling the gun belongs to me?"

"Is it me?" Alexei asked, pointing to his nose.

"Forehead..."

Professor Alexei stood up, walked to the inner room, opened the safe, took out a bulging small leather bag and opened it on the coffee table, "I said it was a gift for you, so even if there is someone inside who is still smoking a pipe,

Stalin, those are also your personal belongings. Victor, you decide how to spend the money. No matter what decision you make, I will support you."

Looking at the stacks of U.S. dollars in the open wallet, Wei Ran swallowed hard, took out the thinnest stack and stuffed it into his bag, then buttoned it with a "pop!"

He took the box and pushed it to the aunt sitting next to him, "Is this still a decision? Of course it will be sent to my mother!"

"Look at it?! Look at it?! He is my godson after all!"

Zhou Shujin rubbed Wei Ran's messy hair vigorously, picked up the wallet containing tens of thousands of dollars, and walked out. At the same time, she did not forget to tell her, "I will send the money to your mother this afternoon, please remember in advance."

Tell her to avoid thinking that I sold her precious son."

When Zhou Shujin left the studio angrily, Professor Wei Ran and Professor Alexey each sighed in sequence.

"You just said that Professor Alexei provided us with a job?" Wei Ran threw his backpack on the sofa and asked.

Professor Alexei nodded and said happily, "Mr. Alexander is going to invest in building a museum in Volgaski. He wants me to be the director. I also asked you to work as a consultant. Every month

The salary is one hundred thousand rubles!"

"You don't want to give up your job as a university professor? This studio is closed?" Wei Ran asked, tilting his head.

"These jobs do not conflict with each other," Professor Alexei explained proudly, "We only need to go to his museum to work for two days every Saturday and weekend."

"I won't go." Wei Ran shook his head and refused without thinking, "And I'm sure my aunt won't agree with you going either."

The expression on Alexei's face froze, and then he heard Wei Ran say, "And Professor, have you ever thought about, once we work for Alexander, who will get the profits from our pursuit of the historical truth? Or you?"

Do you think he really just asked us to go to the museum he invested in to get paid for nothing? I’m afraid we have to check the history of every exhibit in that museum. Then we should

Normal charges, or should we work for free?”

"this..."

"Anyway, I won't go," Weiran said decisively, "I don't want to work for capitalists."

"Alright alright"

Alexei spread his hands helplessly, "Your views are almost completely consistent with your aunt's. Since you both say so, just pretend I haven't mentioned it. Now let's talk about you, what have you been doing these days?

?Are you really not fooling around with a girl?"

"What a fool!" Wei Ran picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, "Of course I'm going to investigate the clues about the anti-tank gun."

"Found it?"

"We have some clues," Wei Ran said noncommittally, "I think we can find out in a day or two."

"In this case, all the work on the anti-tank gun will be left to you." Professor Alexey stood up after saying that. "It just so happens that I am going to Moscow with your aunt in the next two days to discuss a business deal."

"Don't leave in a hurry yet, there's still something else to do."

Wei Ran grabbed Professor Alexey who was about to stand up, "I told you before that I want to learn German and learn how to use World War II weapons and equipment. You won't forget it, right?"

"Is this happening?"

Professor Alexey muttered, then patted his chest and promised, "How could I forget! You don't have to worry about German. You can just go to class after the summer vacation. As for the weapons and equipment of World War II... you wait."

!”

Before he finished speaking, the drunken old man rummaged through the box and found a business card and handed it to Wei Ran, "Call this phone, mention my name, and tell me your request."

"Valley? What is this?" Wei Ran asked in confusion.

"Valley Search Team"

The drunken Alexei explained vaguely, "They are a relatively large-scale Russian civilian team of Diggers, and they are also the largest war reenactment group. With them, you can experience various Soviet-German World War II weapons.

equipment."

"A repeat of the war? Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Wei Ran suddenly lost interest and directly returned the business card in his hand to the other party. Admittedly, Mao Zi's war reenactment did look like that, but he also wanted to compare with others. With his two battles in the Battle of Stalingrad,

I have personally experienced and seen the re-enactments on Victory Day every year. Those "actors" were really thrown into the battlefield of World War II. If 10 out of 100 people survived, I'm afraid the Germans were cheating.

Professor Alexei didn't care at all. He threw the business card into the trash can, stood up and walked out, "Forget it if you don't go. It's useless anyway. It's better to look at the historical archives if you have that time. Okay,

I'll leave the studio to you. If there is business during this period, you can decide whether to accept it or not. We will be back in about a week and will bring you a gift then."

After sending Professor Alexei away, Wei Ran took out his cell phone and called his mother, informing her of the good news that tens of thousands of dollars would be sent back, which inevitably made her worried.

After finishing all the trivial matters, Wei Ran dug out the glass jar that Kazan had put away before, took out the paint block inside, and with the help of turpentine and rust remover, carefully unscrewed a piece of paint stuck to it.

Identity capsule.

Use tweezers to take out the piece of paper marked with the identity information from the capsule, and carefully open it. Aleutian's name is clearly written in the name column.

Based on the detailed information on it, Wei Ran opened the official website established by the Russian Ministry of Defense and easily found the general information of the other party.

According to the information found on the official website, Vaalyushin did come from a correctional camp, but before that, he actually participated in the battle to defend Moscow! And the crime of being sent to the correctional camp turned out to be desertion!

If Aleutian was a deserter, what about Captain Vanya? There are also the last group of veterans who were added before the collapse of Position 19. They were obviously very familiar with Aleutian and Vanya. So does that mean that Aleutian and those

Are veterans also deserters from the same battle?

There are more questions than these. If they were deserters and had been sent to the correction camp, how did they come to the battlefield of Stalingrad?

You know, the Moscow Defense War ended in early 1942, and the exchange of fire at Position 19 was in July 1942. In other words, they only stayed in the correction camp for less than half a year?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Wei Ran continued to browse the content on the web page. In the records about the Aleutians, he was indeed sent to the Don River Position 19, and even the position where he died was the Don River Position 19. But except for

In addition, there is no record of any military exploits related to him.

It seems that I have to talk to Nikolai when I have time. Maybe he knows something...

Making up his mind, Weiran stuffed the identity note back into the capsule that was still solidified on the paint and tightened it, put it into his backpack along with the printed resume about Aleutian, and drove straight to the factory on the other side of the Volga River.

I called Federer on the way and arranged a time to meet. When he arrived, Federer had already been waiting at the entrance of the factory for a long time.

"Why are you so anxious to see me?" Federer opened the door and got directly into Wei Ran's van.

"There's a clue about that anti-tank gun."

While speaking, Wei Ran showed some paint blocks that were still in the glass jar, and then handed the file bag to the other party, "Based on the information found in the identity capsule, I found the last combat record of this soldier named Aleutian.

Oh, by the way, I found the paint block in the can in the barrel of the anti-tank gun."

After quickly browsing Aleutian's war experience, Federer took the glass jar from Wei Ran's hand and looked at it, "The other two identity capsules have not been opened?"

"No." Wei Ran shook his head, "Besides, I want to meet with your boss."

"Meet our boss?" Federer looked at Weiran with a strange expression and asked tentatively, "About that anti-tank gun?"

Wei Ran nodded and said with great solemnity, "Federer, tell your boss that we may have discovered a group of unrecognized Soviet heroes."

Seeing the suspicious look on the other party's face, Wei Ran reluctantly opened his backpack, took out the photo frame he got from Nicholas and showed it to the other party, "This is a survivor I spent a lot of effort to find.

provided by the author.”

"I'll contact Mr. Alexander immediately!"

Federer just glanced at the application form for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union and the signature of the applicant Aleutian, then decisively opened the door and dialed Mr. Alexander's phone.

Less than two minutes later, Federer opened the car door again and said, "Victor, go to the city, to the auto repair shop you went to a few days ago!"

"Sit tight," Wei Ran said as he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed to his destination in the city center.

When he stepped on the brakes again, Alexander, who had already put on a formal suit, had been waiting under the bright sun at the entrance of the auto repair shop for a long time. The other party's solemn attitude also made Wei Ran feel a little more towards this capitalist.

of goodwill.

"I heard that you discovered a group of Soviet heroes?" Alexander asked impatiently before Wei Yan could get out of the cab.

"A group of unrecognized heroes of the Soviet Union," Wei Ran corrected with a hint of regret in his tone.

"A hero does not need to be recognized by the Soviet Union or Russia, come in with me." After Alexander said that, he personally helped Wei Ran open the car door and led him to the gun modification workshop in the innermost room of the auto repair shop.

After the two sat down on the sofa in the lounge, Alexander lit a cigar and asked, "Young man, what is your name?"

"Victor"
To be continued...