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Lin Mo took a closer look and saw that it was a black stone, as big as a goose egg.

The texture is fine and dense, with an oily sheen. It seems to be the result of years of rubbing in the hands, and it is already slightly patinated.

Lin Mo laughed. Said also had the same smile on his face.

No one thought it was a worthless gift.

On the contrary, both of them saw a childlike heart of gold in this black stone. This is indeed the most precious gift.

In such a poor village, it is common for children to lack toys and urinate in mud and play with stones.

Children don't have any values ​​at all. It's not unusual to pick up a random stone and treat it as a treasure, playing with it endlessly while holding it in their hands.

Maybe this stone is a little darker, heavier, and harder than ordinary stones. But stones like this should be found all over the mountains and plains. It is not surprising. It just happened to be picked by Ali. It is both inexplicable and logical. A worthless treasure that only belongs to children.

However, given the unstable temperament of a child who likes the new and dislikes the old, it is not easy to keep it for so long. Maybe it is some kind of spiritual sustenance when the father is not around.

What is precious is not the stone itself, but some kind of sustenance attached to the stone.

This scene was seen by Ali's mother and grandmother, as well as the two older adults. The adults looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Ali's face immediately turned red, and all the courage he had mustered up suddenly disappeared, and he quickly hid next to his mother. His mother was the veiled woman who was preparing lunch in the kitchen before.

"Thank you very much for the hospitality, don't bother me. It's time for us to leave."

After successfully completing the task handed over to "Yuri", Lin Mo finally let go of a big stone in his heart.

Fortunately, I took a look in person, otherwise I would never have peace of mind in this life. The desolate and barren small village can only maintain food and clothing at best, without a backbone. The future of this family is really difficult.

"Chuck, there are still thirty minutes ahead. We are almost there. Are all Iranians blind? They give directions blindly, causing us to find the way in vain for so many days. What the hell is this place? Even on the electronic map There are no marked roads, oh my god, it’s driving me crazy.”

Northrop Grumman employee Gagor Brown was sitting in the passenger seat holding a tablet with satellite navigation and facing his colleague Viri, Chuck said angrily.

In just a few days, the sun turned both of their arms red. He believed that if he stayed in Iran for a few more days, he would be turned into dried human flesh.

On the tablet computer with the GPS module, the arrow representing them was getting closer and closer to the pre-marked destination. "Satellite alone is of no use." If they go off the road or even turn somewhere, they may not even be close. You may not be able to rely on it in front of you.

Fortunately, they finally found the right path after many twists and turns.

"No, Mr. Brown, I think your Persian is not right, they must have misunderstood you."

Verichak drove the rented Cherokee off-road vehicle with a gloomy expression and used the cigarette lighter to light a cigarette for himself. It was a light women's cigarette. A faint smell of tobacco echoed in the car. , and then was blown away by the airflow squeezed into the car.

Seeing this, Gagor Brown lit a cigarette for himself with the help of the remaining fire and took a deep breath of intoxication.

Velichak and Gagorbrown, both heavy smokers, secretly hid a few packs of cigarettes when they entered the country, and replenished some "ammunition" from the Iranian black market, which ensured that they did not run out of food along the way.

Even so, they can only smoke secretly occasionally, otherwise it will cause them big trouble.

Smoking and drinking are illegal in Iran and may even result in the death penalty. Because of this, the two of them did not dare to hire locals as guides, otherwise they would be locked up in the police station and suffering from smoking addiction.

"How is it possible? When I was in the United States, my Persian teacher praised me for speaking very well!"

Gagor Brown thought he was proficient in Farsi, Arabic, Turkish and Pashto. The internal affairs department of the company was responsible for assisting with business in the Middle East. However, he was unexpectedly discovered by Vericha, an expert in charge of field operations and security work. Ke thought that the Persian he spoke was full of mistakes and caused misunderstandings. This evaluation made him very depressed.

Virichak continued driving without looking away and asked casually: "Is your Persian teacher Iranian?"

The road was very empty, and there were no vehicles or pedestrians in sight. Under the blazing sun, only their car was speeding past, bringing with it the noisy sand and dust. "Uh 'No' he is an Israeli I Gagor, Brown's eyes suddenly widened, "oh! shit! ".

"" Velichak rolled his eyes at his colleagues and threw away the half-smoked cigarette.

This is his personal habit, which means there will always be some fragrance left.

Realizing what the problem was, Gagor Brown coughed a few pretentiously, lowered his head and looked at the tablet in his hand, but he could not hide his embarrassment.

Iranians and Israelis are not designed to deal with you. Jewish flavor nine Persian 'It's strange that people will give you a good look.

Silence returned to the carriage.

Both sides of the road are dry and desolate, with earthy-yellow clay mounds everywhere, or large rocks and fine gravel, and it is difficult to even see a blade of grass.

Gagor Brown and Virichak took a plane from the United States around half of the world to Iran. They took trains and cars, and finally found their destination according to the satellite navigation map, a place called Varga. An ordinary small village.

Along the way, Gagor Brown spoke half-toned Persian, holding translated notes with Veri and Chuck, and used them to explore Iran, a place he was unfamiliar with.

After countless detours, I finally found the hometown of Abu Hassan Zargar, a temporary employee of Northrop Grumman.

This was just to send a check of a large denomination, and the company's senior management asked to deliver it in person and express condolences to his family to show their attitude towards the employees who made sacrifices for the company.

"There are still fifteen minutes left. Oh my gosh, we are almost missing our meal. It seems that we can only eat that damn compressed dry food at noon. After Chuck has said what he needs to say when the check and things are handed over, we can go and have a good time. Enjoy it. Damn it, there is no alcohol in Iran. Let’s hurry up and book a return ticket. The United States is paradise. We must make up for it.”

Gagor Brown saw that his companion in the passenger seat, Verichak, was still looking glum, so he stretched out his big furry hand and patted him, and continued: "Hey! Man, I told you not to look like a dead person now. It took a lot of effort for us to get through and become a regular employee. 'We should work harder. I know what you are thinking. It's hard to find a job these days.' People always have to look forward, right?”

Velichak glanced at Gagor Brown with resentment and said: "You know I spent so much time studying for a Ph.D., but I never thought of doing a job that I had no interest in, even though it paid well. Generous but not what I wanted.”

In the past few days when the two were traveling together as partners, Veri, Chuck and Gagor Brown chatted about everything. Gagor Brown also knew that Veri Chuck was not satisfied with the current job. Although every task They are all excellent, but the department head's comments always say that he lacks passion for work.

Gagor, Brown shook his head like a rattle and said: "Chuck! Chuck! Don't get the advantage and behave like me. Isn't Gagor also a master of astronomy?" Look at Persian, Arabic, Turkish "I'm still learning Russian and French. "Oh my God," I've almost become a translator for many countries. I gave my astronomy knowledge to the university a long time ago, but now I'm doing a good job differently? Think about it." Man, you can get that kind of salary for a job with your major in school? I, ahem! Oh shit!”

Suddenly there was a harsh sound of car horns nearby. A large truck with a full load suddenly passed by the Cherokee quickly, and the smoke it brought was suddenly rolled into the carriages of Gagor Brown and Verichak. In order to save fuel and smoke without turning on the air conditioner, they did not roll up the windows.

"God curses you, 'Oh no,' this is not God's territory.' Well! Allah has cursed you!"

Gagor Brown leaned half out of the car window and raised his middle finger fiercely at the large truck that was driving away. Unexpectedly, another large truck passed by and rolled up the sand. Chen made him take a few bites.

"Bah! Bastard!"

Verichak in the cab was also attacked again, and he quickly raised the window.

One after another, large trucks passed by and rushed in front of the Cherokee. They were a large convoy with English spray-painted on their bodies, as if they were from the Baulogne Mining Company. one

Suddenly, the big truck at the front slowly stopped and blocked the road menacingly.

"What the hell, what do they want to do, do they want to rob?"

Gagor Brown's face turned green on the spot. He was frightened for a while. If his actions hadn't aroused the other party's anger, he decisively retracted into the car, raised the window, inserted all the latches, and flipped through the magazines. He held a pepper spray can tightly in his hand, trembling with fear.

The front was blocked. Verichak looked at the rear view again. Two tall luxury buses calmly blocked the back, completely blocking the gravel road that had never been blocked by traffic before.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Cherokee had no choice but to stop.

Five or six large trucks, and two buses, slowly stopped and half-surrounded the small-looking Cherokee with malicious intent. Is this trying to cause trouble or stir up trouble? !

"Huh?!"

Verichak saw a strong man jumping out of the big truck in front of him. He was wearing a white sweat vest, camouflage outdoor sweatpants, and a thick chain hanging around his neck. Although he was wearing sunglasses, his face seemed familiar.

The other party took the initiative to take off his glasses. Now he looked even more familiar.

A name lingered in Virichak's mind, as if covered with a veil like a Muslim woman's, but he could not recall it.