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Chapter 537 Taking the financial owner to visit the desert(3/3)

Soliman replied knowingly, "Of course, this does not mean that his driving skills are better than mine, it is just because his mother is a nomadic Berber. Not only can he speak Berber, but he can also get...

Help from some nomadic tribes.”

"Isn't your smuggling business dangerous?"

Wei Ran continued to ask, and he admitted that he had really made a mistake. Originally, he thought that this young man who didn't like to talk much was an honest boy, but he didn't expect that the other man was not showy, but actually passed the competition season.

Mana is like a toad playing with a frog.

“It is indeed more dangerous”

Soliman's tone was both sincere and helpless as he replied, "Egypt's borders have become more and more strict in recent years. Our business is not big to begin with. It often takes several months to have a single smuggling business. At most, we can only sell some rifles and rifles."

Bullets and stuff.”

Where the hell did you find this person?

Wei Ran cursed secretly, but in fact he already had a rough guess in his heart. Regardless of the information he had received from Jima before, or Saleh's proficiency as if he were his mother tongue... No, maybe Russian is Saleh's mother tongue.

.From this point alone, he could basically guess Saleh’s identity.

There is no doubt that the bald old man, like Katenka who once suffered from Alzheimer's disease, was an abandoned son who was hidden and forgotten during the great changes almost thirty years ago.

But if we push it back thirty years, wouldn't Saleh at that time be about the same age as he is now? How did he end up living in Egypt? Why didn't he go back, and instead chose to marry a wife and have children in Egypt?

, and also started a smuggling business?

In the boundless sea of ​​​​sand dyed golden by the sun, while chatting with Soliman, Wei Ran became more and more curious. In the 1990s, the teachers at the Hongqi Forestry Farm, and even Saleh and more

For those of you who don’t know, what exactly did you go through to end up like this?

And, today, almost 30 years later, for what reason did they choose to come back to the world? Not only did they not remain anonymous, but they made movies with great fanfare.

These doubts are destined to get no real answers from Soliman or his father Saleh. All Weiyan can do is listen to the Egyptian stories on the radio while admiring the dazzling scenery outside the window.

From morning to noon, the sun had risen to its highest point, and Soliman had already stopped explaining. At this time, they were only less than 40 kilometers away from their destination in a straight line.

On the radio channel, Saleh asked abruptly, "There is a Berber settlement behind the stone mountain in front of you. Victor, do you want to go there and take a look and take a rest?"

"What's there?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"A small oasis, a well and, of course, the Berbers and their camels and goats."

Soliman took over the topic and introduced, "We can have a meal and rest there, and there are some interesting things there that you might be interested in."

"What?" Wei Ran, who had gotten up early and had been exposed to the sun through the car window all morning, immediately became energetic.

"A jeep." Saleh answered the question, "It seems to be an American jeep left over from World War II. How about it? Do you want to take a look?"

"Of course, since it's not far away, of course I have to go and have a look."
Chapter completed!
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