After a brief pause, the strong man continued, "The owner of that shop is named Razvozaev, but her name is not Gana, her name is Alamat. Except for the different name, everything else can be told to you.

That's right."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Did you just say...Mom?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion, "That is indeed the best title."

The strong man smiled and explained, "As far as I know, she adopted a lot of orphans. At first, they were war orphans from the second Chechen War, and later they were left behind because of the various tragedies caused by those damn readers.

The orphans below."

"You seem to be familiar with her?" Wei Ran became more and more strange. "Of course, I am a local, and of course I have heard about her." The strong man smiled but did not explain in detail. He just unlocked the car door and said,

「

Okay, I won't take you back to the hotel. Next, we are going to track down Alyosha, the owner of the courtyard.

Finally, welcome to Grozny as a guest. It is now a very warm and hospitable city. If you are interested, you can go shopping here. "

"I will take a good stroll here. I have caused you trouble today."

After speaking, Wei Ran simply opened the door and got out of the car. He watched the other party drive away until the news was completely in sight. Then he walked out of the shadow under the bridge, determined the direction and walked straight to the hotel where he was staying. At the same time, he was also thinking secretly.

With the current situation.

Obviously, there was a flaw in his previous speculation. Originally, he thought that no one survived in the basement, but now it is obvious that this is not the case.

At the very least, he could be sure that the girl Ganna, who had been rescued from the underground air defense system and with whom he had almost no communication, was likely to survive the air raid on the basement.

Was there an escape tunnel under the bed on the second floor of the basement at that time?

Yes, it can only be like that. Otherwise, how could those people choose to use that place as their drug manufacturing base?

So, that courtyard was actually built after the survivors of the air raid in the same basement bought the land?

Why did you ignore it then...

Thinking of this, Wei Ran shook his head. After coming back from the historical episode this time, he was in so much pain that the metal book didn't mention that there were other people alive. Naturally, he subconsciously thought that everyone in the basement at that time was dead.

died.

Since some people are still alive, and since the basement has been rebuilt, then the bodies of Captain Culp and others have probably been properly buried...

I hope so...

Wei Ran sighed secretly, quickened his pace and jogged all the way back to the hotel.

In the blink of an eye, the next morning, Wei Ran began his purposeful wandering in Grozny under the bright sunshine.

However, he didn't expect that along the way, after discovering that he was an Asian, and taking the initiative to ask and find out that he was a Chinese who was extremely rare here, these people did not recognize that he was actually a well-known person.

The local historian was particularly enthusiastic and wanted to take some photos with him - because they rarely see Chinese people here.

Since these hospitable locals said so, it was naturally difficult for him to refuse, especially those who were casually wearing various beautiful headscarves, but they had obviously mustered up great courage to interact with their companions.

The young Chechen girls who had the courage to come up to him and stammered that they wanted to take a photo with him, a rare Chinese man.

I have to admit that Chechen beauties and Chechen black widows have almost the same popularity in Russia.

If the latter is due to cruelty and disregard for life, then the former is entirely due to his stunning appearance and snow-white complexion, and of course, a certain unique temperament endowed with faith.

He patiently accompanied a middle-aged Chechen aunt to take a group photo of each other arm-in-arm with grins. By the way, he was also given a fist-sized piece of mutton jerky. Wei Ran was also enthusiastically led by two beauties who had taken a group photo with him before.

, successfully found Selipova Commercial Street, and found a street store named "Razvozaev Store" in this bustling commercial street.

Of course, as a thank you, he also stopped by the localized KFC and bought some food and drinks for the two young girls who helped guide the way.

What made him unable to help but laugh was that when KFC arrived in Chechnya, it not only became CFC, but even the colonel who used it as a trademark also grew a Chechen-flavored sideburns.

After bidding farewell to the two Chechen girls who acted as temporary guides, Wei Ran stood at the door of Razvozaev's store and thought for a moment before reaching out and pushing open the glass door.

Almost at the same time that the glass door opened, good music entered his ears.

Looking around, the store on the left is filled with handmade carpets of various patterns, and the glass counter on the right is filled with various ornately decorated Kancha daggers.

And on the bench facing the door,

There were a few young guys playing cheerful tunes with Caucasian tambourines and a bowed string instrument that Wei Ran didn't recognize.

As for the wool carpet in the center of the store, which is probably about 50 square meters in size, there are some young men and girls who look to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing beautiful national costumes, dancing the Lezkinka happily.

dance.

"Sir, what do you want to buy?"

A girl wearing a headscarf and looking to be about seventeen or eighteen years old came forward and asked curiously, "Are you Asian?"

"Chinese," Wei Ran replied with a smile, "I heard that here is the best Kancha dagger in Grozny."

"I have never seen Chinese people before."

The little girl led Wei Ran toward the glass counter on the right and asked curiously, "Are there many giant pandas there? Giant pandas that know kung fu."

"Forehead…"

Wei Ran grinned and replied, "We do have a lot of giant pandas there, and we have been popularizing education and trying to make every giant panda learn Chinese Kung Fu."

His obvious nonsense immediately made the girl with big eyes full of curiosity laugh. Apparently, the latter also realized that he was joking.

"See if there's anything you like?"

The girl tapped the glass counter with her finger and said very sincerely, "I have to tell you in advance that the person who recommended you to come here is lying to you. The daggers we sell are no different from those in other stores.

They are all handicrafts used for decoration. But if you have time, you can learn the Lezkinka dance and the Cossack knife dance for free."

"Dancing is too difficult for me"

Wei Ran pretended to be helpless, and casually pointed at a dagger decorated like a large toothpick and said, "Can you take this out and have a look?"

"sure"

The little girl in charge of the reception immediately took out the dagger that Wei Ran was interested in from the glass counter, and at the same time said, "This dagger is more expensive, costing 5,300 rubles. If you plan to buy it and take it back, be sure to remember

Check it in, otherwise it will be confiscated."

"If I buy it, can I meet Ms. Alamat?" Wei Ran asked extremely politely, "I have something to ask her."
Chapter completed!