Chapter 1369

After passing a street lamp and seeing Gao Yang's shaking hands and Gao Yang's clinging to the box, Irene was a little afraid. She whispered, "boss, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

Gao Yang turned his head and looked at Irene. His lips trembled and said, "I'm fine. I'm just a little too excited, too excited..."

Irene looked at the box that Gao Yang held tightly in her arms and whispered, "is it because of the things in this box? What is it? What can make you so excited?"

Gao Yang swallowed his saliva, and then said hard: "Russia, the father of Russian literature, the sun of poetry..."

Irene suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, and then stared at Gao Yang with an incredible face, her eyes wide.

It was very dark in the car. Only when there were street lights, the light outside the window could illuminate Irene's eyes, which widened with extreme surprise.

Li JinFang turned his head and whispered, "what are you talking about? What is the father of literature and the sun of poetry? Who? Who is so powerful."

Gao Yang and Irene didn't say anything. After a while, Irene trembled and said, "are you sure? Are you really sure what you're talking about?"

I'm not sure, but I think it should be true

Irene suddenly said, "no, stop, stop, we'll talk about it, and we'll talk about it when we get back!"

Li JinFang was silent, and Gao Yang stopped talking, just holding the box in his arms.

When he got back to his foothold, Gao Yang opened the door and hurried back to the big living room where many people usually gathered. After Irene and Li JinFang took the remaining guns, they hurried after Gao Yang's footsteps into the house.

There must be at least three people in the living room. It is the same at night. It is impossible to be completely unprepared in a strange place. Even if they are not fully armed, their weapons are hidden within reach.

It was late and most people went to bed. Frye, Taylor and Albert, who were on duty, sat in the living room. When they saw Gao Yang rushing into the living room with a box in his arms, Frye stood up and said with concern: "boss, what's the matter with you? Your face doesn't look very good."

Gao Yang didn't answer. After sweeping all the sundries on the tea table on the ground, he put the box on the tea table and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

Gao Yang has never been so impolite. Taylor subconsciously reached under the sofa and pulled out his rifle. At this time, Irene rushed in and put her gun on the sofa. Then she stood next to Gao Yang, swallowed saliva and said nervously, "can you open it and have a look?"

"Of course," he said in a trembling voice

Frye looked at Li JinFang blankly and said, "what's the matter? What's the matter? What have you done?"

Li JinFang shrugged and said, "it's hard to say. We've experienced a lot today."

Albert curiously gathered around Gao Yang, looked at the box and said, "what?"

Li JinFang frowned and said, "the father of Russian literature and the sun of Russian poetry."

Albert frowned, looked at the box and said, "what the hell are you talking about?"

Irene snapped, "shut up, haven't you had literature class? What a bunch of fools. There are things that can make Russians crazy."

Frye touched his head and said, "what? Do you want to tell the big dog? You say it can make the Russians crazy."

Gao Yang opened the box on the first floor and said in a trembling voice, "shut up. There is Pushkin's gun in it. His duel gun."

Irene put her hand over her arm and said in a trembling voice, "God, I'm starting to tremble. I'm starting to get goose bumps. This sacred moment makes it hard for me to breathe. Guys, you have to witness a miracle, a moment of history... Falk! Why aren't you surprised?"

Li JinFang, Frye and Taylor were all at a loss. Look at me and I'll look at yours. Albert touched his bald head and said with a sad face: "Pushkin, I've heard the name, I know, I know him. Don't remind me, don't remind me, I must know him. Oh, shett, Irene, who is this guy?"

Irene was about to cry. She looked at the second layer box opened by Gao Yang, and then looked at some confused guys. She said helplessly, "he is a poet, a great poet. Damn it, have you been educated?"

Taylor put the gun in the crack under the sofa, then shook his head and said, "when I was at school, I was not interested in the history of European literature, especially the Russians, who can also write poetry?"

Li JinFang said with an embarrassed face, "I may have learned the name. It sounds familiar, but my academic performance is not good."

Gao Yang took out the folded paper, carefully opened it and said to Irene, "don't worry about them. I don't read Russian very well. Come and have a look. Is this name Pushkin?"

Irene also carefully took the yellow paper. After looking at it, her hands immediately began to tremble violently. Then she raised the volume, like crying and laughing, "yes, yes, Alexander sergeyevich Pushkin, yes, yes."

Gao Yang said with a careful face: "don't get excited. Put down the paper and put it down slowly."

Irene slowly put the paper on the tea table and said in a trembling voice, "this is a receipt, boss. Do you need me to read it carefully?"

Gao Yang swallowed his saliva and said, "I can probably see it, but you'd better read it to me."

"A pair of pistols and accessories manufactured by Mr. Alexander sergeyevich Pushkin's liepaza factory in Paris were sold and signed by yanuleni samedov, military store on Neva street, Petersburg, on January 24, 1837."

After reading, Irene took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "under the receipt, there is Pushkin's handwritten font. Although the font is very scrawly, it can be seen clearly. I am very painful, but Danzas took my duel pistol to avoid my suicide. In this case, my duel pistol will be given to Danzas as a souvenir, Alexander Pushkin!"

After that, Irene raised her head, looked at Gao Yang and said absently, "I think it's true, because there is Pushkin's signature here, which is unlikely to be forged. Also, you know, Danzas was Pushkin's Duel assistant and witness, and Danzas was beside Pushkin when he died."

I don't know who Danzas is, but I know now. I think it's easy to be firm with this, right

Irene nodded and said in a deep voice, "I think so. It's easy to identify these. I think this is the duel pistol used by Pushkin."

Frye whispered, "well, can I see it?"

When she saw Li JinFang and their curious but not excited look, Irene excites her spirit and then yells at them: "quickly, put it away and let these rude guys look at it. If we break this great masterpiece, our sin will be too great!"

Gao Yang picked up Pushkin's last pen on the receipt, carefully put it back into the box, and then slowly covered and buckled the two layers of boxes. Then he looked at Irene and said, "what should I do?"

Irene said firmly, "send it away! Send it away quickly! Send it away now!"

He sighed loudly and whispered, "how much do you think this gun can sell?"

Irene thought for a moment, then said solemnly, "priceless! Compared with those two guns, I think Pushkin's suicide note written on the receipt is equally precious, or even more precious. If you want to auction it, the Russians would rather let Russia go bankrupt than buy it back."

Gao Yang sighed and said, "unfortunately, the things in this box can never be auctioned. They can only be traded privately, but even if they are traded privately, I think they must be very valuable."

Irene looked at Gao Yang and said, "do you want to sell? Are you willing to sell?"

After thinking seriously for a long time, Gao Yang said with a sad face: "I can't bear it. I really can't bear it, but considering the possible selling price of these two guns, I feel sorry for everyone if I don't sell them."

Gao Yang put her hand on the lid of the box, and Irene put her hand on Gao Yang's hand, and then said solemnly: "Then don't sell it. If you sell it, you can really change a lot of money, but after you sell it, you can't buy it back. You can't even see it for how much money. Therefore, collect it well and let me have a look when I want to see it."

Gao Yang breathed slowly, and a smile appeared on his face. Then he whispered, "yes, collect it. No one will give it, and no one will give it. When we want to enjoy it, we can take it out at any time!"

Irene also laughed. She whispered, "it must be put in the safest place."

Frye curled his lips and said, "it's just two broken guns. I don't know what you're excited about. And Morgan, I really don't know what a pile of broken guns are to collect."

"Get out!"

"Go to the side!"

After disdaining Frye, he laughed and said, "Irene, why are you so familiar with Pushkin?"

Irene said with a smile, "because I was infatuated with his poems for a while. Although I was over that age, boss, why can you see that the name is Pushkin?"

Gao Yang coughed softly and said with a smile, "because I was a young man of literature and art for some time. Although I am over that age now, Pushkin is still my most familiar Russian name, so of course I can recognize it."

After looking at Irene and smiling, Gao Yang suddenly said, "Oh, I have to share my happiness in time. I have to call Morgan and tell him some exciting news."

Gao Yang took the phone out of his pocket with his trembling hand. Trembling, he dialed the phone. After waiting for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "where are you this time? You must not have slept? Listen, I found something good for you again."