A week has passed since I returned to the villa on the shore of Kaban Lake with the canned wild mushrooms and two large bottles of home-brew wine made by Jima's parents, and everyone has returned to their original lives.

The only difference from before is that every morning after breakfast, Sui Xin would ride on the sidecar motorcycle with the help of Lola and Suisui, and after a lap in the yard, she would get better and better.

He skillfully passed through the fence gate between the library next door, and then drove the sidecar motorcycle directly into the library.

The next night, she would ride her motorcycle again, leave the yard and park at the edge of Lake Kaban, fish alone for an hour, and then ride her motorcycle back to the yard just a road away to enjoy dinner with everyone.

Sui Xin is definitely not the only one who has also found a new hobby. In just one week, Suisui takes Lola, Katenka sisters and Wei Ran out of the city to pick mushrooms and make mushroom sauce by herself.

, canned mushrooms and dried mushrooms sun-dried everywhere.

It was also during this week that Hella, a girl with the pseudonym Joanna Grochowska, successfully smuggled across the border twice in a row, successfully arrived in Katowice, a city in southern Poland, and rented a hotel in advance through the Internet.

In a small apartment, I successfully found a Polish passport with my photo and new name printed on it.

Putting this crucial passport away very carefully, the fake girl used the knowledge she learned in the town of Tula to search the room carefully, and successfully found a brand new one in the refrigerator in the kitchen.

laptop and the latest smartphone, plus a wad of cash that would allow her to live alone for several months.

Similar scenes also occurred in three major cities in neighboring Uklan. At almost the same time, three girls who were preparing to go to the recruitment and review program to study abroad also walked into different classrooms as transfer students and each gave a brief introduction.

After that, they successfully became friends with classmates who were similar to them in age.

In Paris, France, the famous jewelry store only about 500 meters away from the Place de la République also began a drastic renovation after receiving the first batch of investment from the Elk Foundation.

With abundant financial support, the storefronts on the left and right sides of ***Jewelry Store were successfully purchased and the walls were opened. Correspondingly, the store, which was originally nearly 100 square meters, was expanded by two times with the demolition of the walls on both sides.

It’s not just the jewelry store that is waiting for rebirth. In a private hospital in Paris that has some relationship with the Elk Foundation, Alan, the once obese jewelry store owner, is also lying on the hospital bed wrapped in gauze.

Compared with the huge figure when he first met Wei Ran, after a series of surgeries, he has lost a lot of weight. Even though the whole person is wrapped in gauze, he has a somewhat reborn posture.

However, just like a jewelry store, this is just the beginning for Alan, who is unable to move while lying on the hospital bed.

Also in Paris, France, the 6th arrondissement is much better in terms of security and location. On the left bank of the Seine, in a luxury apartment where you can easily see the boats on the Seine from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The newly minted young millionaire Koko Loew is currently being targeted by her grandfather, Mr. Dominique Loew, lawyer Carlos, and legal consultant Orr, who had an encounter with Wei Ran in a famous jewelry store.

Tower, and everyone including Sebastian gathered in the middle.

"Miss Coco, I suggest you consider a major related to business administration." Sebastian suggested, "After you graduate, you can come to the Elk Foundation..."

"The legal profession is also a good choice"

Ms. Horta, a legal advisor in formal attire, gave new advice before Sebastian finished speaking, "If you choose the legal profession, in the future..."

"My hair will fall out in the future." Carlos' lawyer gave a prediction that made Horta's teeth itch.

"Kou Kou, you already have a choice, right?"

Dominique Loew, whose spirit, temperament and even clothing taste were infinitely better than before, smiled and asked his little granddaughter.

"I do have a choice."

Kou Kou, who was wearing home clothes, paused and turned to look at the girl who was also smiling.

Lawyer Carlos looked at himself, cleared his throat and said, "I want to go to the Artists Union College to study jewelry design."

"Jewelry design?" Sebastian and Horta looked at each other, obviously not expecting that Coco would choose such a major.

"Miss Coco, can I hear your reasons?" Sebastian asked after reacting first, and made a promise before the other party spoke, "I will help you find a way to get the recommendation later.

Letter, you can enroll in school after the summer vacation this year at the latest."

"The reason is simple"

Koko sat cross-legged on the soft sofa, "Who doesn't like jewelry? Dazzling gold, charming gems, these reasons are enough for me, a country girl."

"But these are certainly not all the reasons, right?" Legal advisor Horta apparently guessed something.

"It's certainly not the whole reason."

Coco glanced at the grandfather sitting next to her, and then said in a joking tone, "Mr. Carlos told me that Mr. Victor, the guardian of my property and life, used his legal authority in the foundation to go to Paris in Paris.

I invested in a small jewelry company."

"It does happen," Sebastian and Horta said in unison.

"I want to be responsible for managing that jewelry company in the future."

Koko said very soberly, "This is also the suggestion of my grandfather and Mr. Carlos, Mr. Sebastian, Ms. Horta, I don't know why my great-grandfather Mr. Cape chose Victor to supervise the base.

Plenary Session Books.

But my grandfather and I, as well as attorney Carlos, thought it would not be a bad thing if I could manage Mr. Victor’s investments in the foundation in the future.”

Hearing this, Sebastian and Horta looked at each other, and finally said helplessly, "I understand, Miss Couchon, we will now help you figure out how to go to the Artists Union Academy to study jewelry design."

"Thanks"

With a sweet smile on her face, Coco watched Sebastian and Horta leave her and her grandfather's new home. When the door closed, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and lay on her side on the sofa.

"Is this really useful?" Coco got up again and asked lawyer Carlos.

"At least it's better than you becoming a puppet in the hands of those two people in the future.

Lawyer Carlos smiled and said, "If Mr. Dominic really trusted Sebastian completely, he would not arrange a guardian for you."

"What Carlos said is absolutely correct."

Koko's grandfather agreed, "No matter what business administration or law you study, even if you graduate in the end, you may not be better than the two people just now, let alone have richer experience than them."

At this point, the old guy jokingly asked, "Who can kill sheep faster than a slaughterer?"

"But is that Victor trustworthy?" Coco asked slightly uneasily, "I haven't even spoken a few words to him."

"Do not worry"

Carlos smiled and walked out of the promise, "That young man is different from Sebastian and the others. He has made great achievements in his field. He will not occupy the Elk Foundation because he is afraid of trouble. For young people, the current situation is the best outcome."

After a pause, Carlos continued, "As for your relationship with him, I don't think you and him need to be friends. But if you can help him run the jewelry store, I think he will definitely be grateful to you. Yes, and I will definitely do my best to help you.”

"Let me give it a try!" Kou Kou looked at the scenery outside the window with some anxiety and muttered expectantly, "I hope jewelry design will be easier than taking the veterinary exam."

"Miss Koko, you will graduate from the Artists Union Academy with honors." Attorney Carlos promised again.

Compared with these changes that are more or less related to Wei Ran, Wei Ran himself has gone out to pick mushrooms every now and then these days, but the rest of the time he has not gone anywhere. He basically just sits in the basement of the library, locked. After clearing the entrance and exit, he carefully sorted out all the items stored in the metal book.

Comprehensive cleaning and maintenance, and by the way, I am also waiting for the customers introduced to me by the British Mr. Edward to visit me.

As the saying goes, hard work pays off. Just as he was patiently completing the tedious task of adding track lubrication to the half-track motorcycle in the metal book, a man with silver hair appeared to be in his seventies. But the old lady who was extraordinarily noble also opened the door of the Time Library with two black people, who were really rare in Russia, and a white boy.

What is quite special is that one of the black men is carrying a black cello case on his shoulders.

"Tell her, I'm looking for the historian Victor." The old lady said in English with a weird accent.

Upon hearing this, the white young man who followed immediately asked Lola in Russian, who was busy at the bar, "Hello, we are looking for the historian Mr. Victor."

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

Lola raised her bun face and looked at the young man who was a head taller than her across the bar and asked.

"reserve?"

The white young man was stunned, turned around and communicated with the old lady behind him, and then said in Russian again, "We have an appointment. It was made for us by Mr. Edward from the UK about a week ago."

"Wait a moment, you can sit in the rest area next to you for a while." After Lola said that, she didn't care whether the old lady was willing to move her seat, she just picked up the intercom on the table and informed her with a single glance.

Wei Ran was busy working in the basement beneath his feet.

Of course, meeting Wei Ran does not require any so-called appointment. As for the question about whether to make an appointment just now, it was just what Wei Ran told Lola in a week. As for the purpose...

Naturally, it was to raise his own profile and see if he could charge a higher price - after all, Weiran had taken a lot of money from Mr. Edward back then.

In the basement, after receiving Lola's notice, Wei Ran immediately put away the half-track motorcycle that had just been maintained, took off his leather apron and work gloves, went into the darkroom next door and changed into a formal suit, and then walked out slowly.

In the basement, we walked into the library filled with the aroma of coffee.

"Are you Victor?"

Before Wei Ran could speak, the old lady who had been waiting at the bar asked in English, her tone also full of disappointment and distrust.

"Lola, who is looking for me?"

Wei Ran ignored the old lady and asked directly to Lola, who was wearing a Soviet female soldier uniform at the bar.

"That old lady" Lola pointed to the old lady next to Wei Ran, "Boss, do you need coffee?"

"No, let's go next door to talk later."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he seemed to have just noticed the old lady, and said hello gently in Russian, "Hello, I am Victor, are you looking for me?"

After he finished speaking, the old lady subconsciously looked at the white young man next to her. After the latter translated Wei Ran's Russian into English, he then said to Wei Ran, "Hello Mr. Victor, from the UK.

Mr. Edward made an appointment for us to meet today about a week ago. The person next to me is Mrs. Margot Cantan. "

"Hello, Mrs. Cantan."

Wei Ran smiled and said hello to the old lady standing opposite, then raised his hand and invited, "Please come with me, let's find a quiet place to talk."

After the white boy finished translating, the old lady nodded slightly, followed Wei Ran out of the library and walked into the villa next door with the two sturdy black bodyguards and the white translator.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After inviting everyone to sit down, Wei Ran poured a cup of coffee for the old lady sitting opposite and the translator sitting next to him, but then he just handed it over.

Slowly picking up the coffee and taking a sip, the old lady put down the cup and waved gently to the two black bodyguards standing behind her.
To be continued...