Chapter 1356 The Father of Russian Literature

After passing a streetlight and using the light to see Gao Yang's violently shaking hands and the way Gao Yang was hugging the box tightly, Irene became a little scared. She whispered: "Boss, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Gao Yang turned to look at Irene, his lips trembling as he said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little too excited, too excited..."

Eileen looked at the box that Gao Yang was holding tightly in his arms and whispered: "Is it because of the things in this box? What is it? What can make you so excited?"

Gao Yang swallowed, and then said with difficulty: "Russia, the father of Russian literature, the sun of poetry..."

Erin suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, then stared at Gao Yang with an incredulous look on her face, her eyes widening.

It was quite dark inside the car, and only when there were street lights passing by, the light from the car window could illuminate Irene's eyes that were widened in extreme surprise.

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

Neither Gao Yang nor Irene said anything. After a moment, Irene trembled: "Are you sure? Are you really sure what you are talking about?"

Gao Yang whispered: "I'm not sure, but I think it's true."

Eileen suddenly said: "No, stop talking, stop talking, we will talk about it when we go back, and we will talk about it after we get back!"

Li Jinfang fell silent, and Gao Yang stopped talking, just holding the box in his arms tightly.

After returning to their destination, Gao Yang opened the car door and hurriedly got out of the car and returned to the large living room where many people usually gathered. After Irene and Li Jinfang took the remaining guns, they hurriedly followed Gao Yang's footsteps into the house from behind.

There should always be at least three people in the living room. It's the same at night. It's impossible to be completely defenseless in a strange place. Even if you're not fully armed, the weapons are always hidden within easy reach.

It was late and most people had gone to bed. Frye, Taylor, and Albert, who were on duty, were sitting in the living room. When they saw Gao Yang carrying a box and rushing into the living room, Frye stood up and said with concern. : "Boss. What's wrong with you? Your face doesn't look good."

Gao Yang didn't answer. After sweeping all the debris on the coffee table to the ground, he placed the box on the coffee table, and then couldn't help but rub his hands.

Gao Yang has never been so out of his mind. Taylor subconsciously reached under the sofa and pulled out his rifle.

But Erin, who rushed in at this time, put the gun in her hand on the sofa, stood next to Gao Yang, swallowed, and said nervously: "Can you open it and take a look?"

Gao Yang said tremblingly: "Of course I want to see it."

Frye looked at Li Jinfang with a confused look on his face and said, "What's wrong? What happened? What have you done?"

Li Jinfang shrugged and said, "It's hard to put it into words. We have experienced a lot today."

Albert came to Gao Yang's side curiously, looked at the box and said, "What is it?"

Li Jinfang frowned and said: "The father of Russian literature, the sun of Russian poetry."

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

Erin snapped: "Shut up, haven't you ever taken a literature class? What a bunch of idiots. There is something here that can drive Russians crazy."

Frye rubbed his head and said: "What the hell? Do you want to tell the big dog? You said it can make the Russians crazy."

Gao Yang opened the first layer of boxes. Then he said in a trembling voice: "Shut up, everyone. Here is Pushkin's gun, his dueling gun."

Erin covered her arms with her hands and trembled: "God, I'm starting to shake, I'm starting to get goosebumps. This sacred moment makes it hard for me to breathe, guys. You're about to witness a miracle, a piece of history." Moment….Farke! Why aren’t you surprised.”

Li Jinfang, Frye, and Taylor all looked confused. You three looked at me and I looked at you. But Albert touched his bald head and said with a sad face: "Pushkin, I have heard of this name." But, I know, I know him, don’t remind me, don’t remind me, I definitely know him, oh, Shet, Erin, who is this guy?”

Irene was about to cry. She looked at the box on the second floor that Gao Yang had opened, then at a few confused guys, and said helplessly: "He is a poet, a great poet. Damn it, are you educated?"

Taylor put the gun in the gap under the sofa, then shook his head and said: "When I was in school, I was not interested in the history of European literature, especially the Russians. Russians, they can also write poetry?"

Li Jinfang said with an embarrassed look: "I may have studied it before, and the name sounds familiar, but my academic performance is not good.",

Gao Yang took out the folded piece of paper, opened it carefully, and said to Eileen: "Don't worry about them. I can't read Russian very well. Come and take a look. Is this name Pushkin?"

Irene also carefully took the yellowed paper. After just one glance, her hands immediately began to tremble violently. Then she raised her voice and said in a cry-like voice: "Yes, yes, Alexander .Sergeevich Pushkin, yes, yes.”

Gao Yang said carefully: "Don't get excited. Put the paper down and put it down slowly."

Erin slowly placed the piece of paper on the coffee table, and then said in a trembling voice: "This is a receipt, boss, do you want me to read it carefully for you?"

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

"Sold to Mr. Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin for a pair of pistols and accessories manufactured at the Paris Chapazha factory, signed to the Nevsky Prospekt Arms Store in Petersburg, Yanurenyi Samedov, 1837 January On the 24th of the month.”

After reading, Irene took a deep breath and said tremblingly: "Under the receipt, there is Pushkin's handwriting. Although the font is very sloppy, it can be read clearly. I am in pain, but Danzas took it away. He gave me my dueling pistol to prevent me from committing suicide. In this case, I will give my dueling pistol to Danzas as a souvenir, Alexander Pushkin!"

After finishing speaking, Irene raised her head, looked at Gao Yang, and said absently: "I think it is true, because there is Pushkin's signature here, which is unlikely to be a forgery, and, you know, Danzas He was Pushkin's assistant and witness to the duel, and Danzas was by Pushkin's side when he died."

Gao Yang exhaled and said: "I don't know who Danzas is, but I know now. I think, with this, it will be easy to be firm, right?"

Eileen nodded and said solemnly: "I think so. It can be easily identified with these. I think this is the duel pistol used by Pushkin."

Fry whispered: "Well, can I take a look?"

When she saw the curious but not excited expressions of Li Jinfang and the others, Irene was excited, and then said urgently to Gao Yang: "Quickly, put it away quickly, let these rude guys look around, put this away If Zhang Wei’s final writing is damaged, then our sin will be too great!”

Gao Yang picked up Pushkin's final note written on the receipt, carefully put it back into the box, and then slowly closed and fastened both layers of the box. Then he looked at Eileen and said, "What should I do?"

Eileen said firmly: "Send it away! Send it away quickly! Send it away immediately!"

Gao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "How much do you think this gun can be sold for?"

Erin thought for a moment, and then said with a serious face: "Priceless! Compared with those two guns, I think Pushkin's suicide note written on the receipt is equally precious, or even more precious. If it were to be auctioned, the Russians would rather let the entire Russian capital Even if you go bankrupt, you have to buy it back.”

Gao Yang sighed and said: "Unfortunately, the items in this box can never be auctioned and can only be traded privately. But even if it is a private transaction, I think it must be very valuable."

Eileen looked at Gao Yang and said, "You want to sell? Are you willing to sell?"

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

Gao Yang put his hand on the lid of the box, and Irene put her hand on Gao Yang's hand, and then said with a serious face: "Then don't sell it. You can get a lot of money by selling it, but after selling it, You can’t buy it back again, you can’t buy it back with any amount of money, and you can’t even see it, so just keep it in your collection and let me take a look at it when I want to.”

Gao Yang breathed out slowly, a smile appeared on his face, and then he whispered: "That's right, keep it, don't give it to anyone, don't give it to anyone, when we want to appreciate it, we can take it out at any time !”

Erin also laughed, and she whispered: "It must be placed in the safest place."

Fry curled his lips and said: "It's just two broken guns. I don't know what you are so excited about. And Morgan, I really don't know what's so good about collecting a bunch of broken guns."

"roll!"

"Go to the side!"

After expressing his disdain for Frye, Gao Yang smiled and said: "Irene, why are you so familiar with Pushkin?"

Eileen smiled and said: "Because I was obsessed with his poems for a while, even though I have passed that age. Boss, why can you tell that the name is Pushkin?"

Gao Yang coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Because I was a literary young man for a while. Although I have passed that age now, Pushkin is still the Russian name I am most familiar with, so of course I can recognize it."

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

After Gao Yang took the phone out of his pocket with trembling hands, he dialed the number tremblingly. After waiting for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "It's daytime this time. You must not have slept, right? Listen. , I found something good for you again." (To be continued)