Wei Ran looked at the strong man in charge of translating, "Although we are all friends of Fidel, my investigation requires a fee. How does Mr. Grant plan to pay the commission?"

"I wonder how much the commission is?" Grant asked calmly.

"I usually let the customer set the price. If the price is satisfactory, then I will take over the investigation. If the price is not satisfactory, then I can only trouble you to find other people to help."

Wei Ran said nonchalantly. This time he really didn't care. Even if the other party offered a commission of 1 dollar later, he might agree to it.

There was no other reason, he just wanted to relax. After all, this kind of job that has the opportunity to burn Tokyo and make money is really hard to find even if you are carrying an anti-aircraft searchlight.

"I heard Mr. Fidel mention your rules."

Grant pondered for a moment and then said, "Mr. Victor, how about $100,000? This is the highest commission I can offer. In addition to $100,000 in cash, these two photo albums are also yours."

"You want to give me these two photo albums?" Wei Ran patiently waited until the translation was finished before expressing his surprise.

"I have no interest in the antique business"

Grant said frankly, "Rather than letting my brother Brad inherit the pawn shop and then asking him to sell these things that my father has cherished all his life, I think it is better to find a more suitable owner for them."

Having said this, Grant also raised his head and pointed to the old photos hanging in the library, "Of course, I also hope that the old photos left by my grandfather will be honored to be hung in your library for permanent display."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this point, Grant paused for a moment, waiting for the strong man next to him to finish the translation, and then picked up the cigar sealed in the glass tube, "But this cigar I

I plan to take it back, I want my father to have a chance to enjoy this cigar at the last moment.

I forgot to mention that my father was a supporter of General LeMay and he used General LeMay as his role model throughout his life."

"Please tell your father"

When Wei Ran once again waited for the translation to finish, he solemnly stood up and took the initiative to shake hands with Mr. Grint across the table, "I will help him investigate and get a definite result as quickly as possible."

"On behalf of my father, I thank you for your willingness to lend a helping hand." Before Grant finished listening to the translation, he held Wei Ran's hands firmly.

"I also hope your father can recover as soon as possible," Wei Ran said sincerely.

"May General LeMay bless him."

Grant sighed, and then said, "Mr. Victor, it is really rude to have such an accident this morning. I hope you can forgive my brother. He is just too obsessed with the temptation of wealth."

"I didn't take it to heart"

Wei Ran waved his hand and asked curiously, "Is your brother still in Kazan?"

"Mr. Bullard had already boarded a flight to the United States in the afternoon."

It was the strong man who was responsible for the translation who said this, "He originally came with us, but he got Mr. Grant drunk yesterday and added some condiments to his wine."

"What a reliable brother," Wei Ran said with a smile.

"I will translate it in a more euphemistic way"

The strong man spoke a word of Russian in a rather sophisticated manner, and the English words that came out later turned into Wei Ran's sincere condolences to Grant.

After the oversized soul translator's helpful greetings, Grant excused himself as it was too late and chose to leave. He neither took away the things on the table nor asked Weiran when he would be able to provide an investigation result.

After seeing off Mr. Grant, who he got along well with, Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at the objects on the table.

"I've been resting for more than half a month, and it's time to get back to work."

Wei Ran muttered something vague and asked Liu Bofu, who had just returned from visiting relatives in Papua New Guinea at noon today, to help carry the things on the table and follow him. He himself carried a pot of coffee and walked to the basement of the library.

"See them?"

While entering the basement, Wei Ran also changed into Chaoshu and asked the little girl behind him.

"See...I see," Liu Bofu replied in a low voice.

"How are they doing?"

Wei Ran asked the other party gently to sit down on the sofa.

“Everything was good”

Lyubov sat down and refilled Wei Ran's coffee cup while whispering, "My brother has learned a lot of Russian. He is also very healthy. He has gained weight and is taller.

I made a lot of friends.”

"Where are your parents?" Wei Ran asked, picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip.

"They are doing very well and have gained weight."

There was unhidden happiness in Lyubov's tone, "They are very satisfied with their current life, and they even took me to the beach."

Having said this, Lyubov quickly added, "I put on makeup, dyed my hair, and put on a mask, sunglasses, and a hat. I guarantee that no one will..."

“Don’t be so nervous”

Wei Ran waved his hands indifferently. He was not worried about this kind of thing at all. He believed that neither Gorman nor Liubov's father would make such a stupid mistake.

"My mother is pregnant," Liu Bofu suddenly burst out with news that Wei Ran had never expected.

"Pregnant?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is there any help we can provide? Or do you need to take care of her?"

"Need not"

Lyubov showed a bright smile, "They said they just want a child to accompany them."

"That's fine." Wei Ran nodded, "Go and do your work."

"Lao Gang, thank you." Liu Bofu said an off-key Chinese sentence in her mouth, and then ran out of the basement happily.

“Who the hell did you learn Chinese from with such a heartless person?”

Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded, locked the explosion-proof door in the basement, then took the things he asked the other party to carry in and walked into the studio.

As usual, a careful inspection of the studio was carried out, and necessary supplies were replenished for all props in the metal book that could be used for supplies except the Long March pole.

Next, he sent the weapons from the studio related to the Spanish International Brigade and the wrestler Miguel and his brother-in-law to a storage room farthest from the studio and locked them.
Chapter completed!