Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1373 - 1356: Father of Russian Literature

Chapter 1373: Chapter 1356: Father of Russian Literature

After passing a street lamp, with the light shining on Gao Yang’s violently trembling hands and the way he clung desperately to the box, Eileen felt a bit scared. She whispered, "Boss, what’s wrong with you, are you okay?"

Gao Yang turned to look at Eileen, his lips trembling as he said, "I’m fine, I’m just a bit too excited, too excited..."

Eileen looked at the box tightly held to Gao Yang’s chest and softly asked, "Is it because of what’s in this box? What is it? What could make you so excited?"

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

Eileen suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, then stared at Gao Yang in disbelief, her eyes wide open.

The carriage was quite dark, only when passing a street lamp could the light outside the window illuminate Eileen’s eyes widened in extreme shock.

Li Jinfang turned his head and whispered, "What are you talking about? What father of literature, sun of poetry? Who? Who’s that amazing?"

Gao Yang and Eileen remained silent. After a moment, Eileen finally said in a trembling voice, "Are you sure? Are you really sure about what you’re saying?"

Gao Yang whispered, "I’m not quite sure, but I think it might be true."

Eileen suddenly said, "No, stop talking, stop talking, we’ll talk when we go back, talk after we get back!"

Li Jinfang fell silent, and Gao Yang also stopped speaking, just clutching the box in his arms tightly.

When they got back to their base, Gao Yang opened the car door, hurriedly got out of the car, and returned to the large living room where many people usually gathered. Eileen and Li Jinfang, after grabbing the remaining guns, hurriedly followed Gao Yang into the house.

At least three people must always be present in the living room, even at night. In unfamiliar places, it’s impossible to have no defenses at all. Even if they’re not fully armed, weapons are always kept within reach.

It was already very late, and most people had gone to sleep. The night guards Frey, Taylor, and Albert were sitting in the living room when they saw Gao Yang rush in with a box. Frey stood up and said with concern, "Boss, what’s wrong with you? You don’t look well."

Gao Yang didn’t respond. After sweeping all the clutter off the coffee table onto the floor, he placed the box on the table and couldn’t help but rub his hands together.

Gao Yang had never been so lost before. Taylor instinctively reached under the sofa for his rifle, but Eileen, who rushed in, put her gun on the sofa and stood next to Gao Yang, swallowing hard and asking nervously, "Can we open it and take a look?"

Gao Yang said in a trembling voice, "Of course we’ll take a look."

Frey looked at Li Jinfang with a bewildered expression and asked, "What’s going on? What happened? What did you all do?"

Li Jinfang shrugged and said, "It’s hard to explain. We’ve been through a lot today."

Albert curiously approached Gao Yang, looked at the box, and asked, "What’s in it?"

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

Albert furrowed his brow, looked at the box, and said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Eileen said harshly, "Shut up, didn’t you take any literature classes? A bunch of idiots, this is something that could drive Russians mad."

Frey scratched his head and said, "What’s it? Should we tell Big Dog? You said it’s something that could drive Russians mad."

Gao Yang opened the first layer of the box and then said in a trembling voice, "Shut up, all of you. Inside here is Pushkin’s gun, his dueling pistol."

Eileen clutched her arm and said in a trembling voice, "Oh my God, I’m starting to shake, I’m getting goosebumps. This sacred moment is making it hard to breathe. Guys, you’re about to witness a miracle, a historic moment... F**k! Why aren’t you amazed?"

Li Jinfang, Frey, and Taylor all looked bewildered, glancing at each other, while Albert rubbed his bald head, frowned, and said, "Pushkin, I’ve heard that name before, I know him, I know him. Don’t remind me, don’t remind me, I definitely know him. Oh, shit, Eileen, who the hell is this guy?"

Eileen was about to cry. She glanced at the second layer of the opened box by Gao Yang, then at the bewildered guys, and said helplessly, "He’s a poet, a great poet. Damn it, did you guys get any education?"

Taylor put his gun between the sofa cushions and shook his head, saying, "When I was in school, I wasn’t interested in European literary history, especially not that of Russians. Russians, they write poetry too?"

Li Jinfang looked embarrassed and said, "I might have learned about this, the name sounds familiar, but my grades weren’t good.",

Gao Yang took out the folded paper, carefully opened it, and said to Eileen: "Ignore them, my Russian isn’t very good. Come and see, is this name Pushkin?"

Eileen also carefully took the yellowed paper, just glanced at it, and her hands immediately began to tremble violently. Then she raised her voice, sounding both like crying and laughing: "Yes, yes, Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, yes, yes."

Gao Yang said cautiously: "Don’t get excited, put the paper down, put it down slowly."

Eileen slowly placed the paper on the coffee table, then said in a trembling voice: "This is a receipt, Boss, do you need me to read it to you carefully?"

Gao Yang swallowed and said: "I can mostly understand it, but you better read it to me."

"Sold to Mr. Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin a pair of pistols made by the Paris hunting paza factory and accessories. The signature is from Nevsky Prospect Military Store in Saint Petersburg, Yanureniy Samedov, dated January 24, 1837."

After reading it, Eileen took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Below the receipt is Pushkin’s handwriting. Although the handwriting is quite sloppy, it can be read clearly. I am very distressed, but Danzas took away my dueling pistol to prevent my suicide. Since that’s the case, I present my dueling pistol to Danzas as a memorial, Alexander Pushkin!"

After speaking, Eileen looked up at Gao Yang, dazedly saying: "I believe it’s genuine because there’s Pushkin’s signature here, which is unlikely to be forged. Also, do you know, Danzas was Pushkin’s dueling assistant and witness, and when Pushkin died, Danzas was by his side."

Gao Yang exhaled and said: "I didn’t know who Danzas was, but now I know. I think, having this makes it easy to be certain, right?"

Eileen nodded and solemnly said: "I think so. With these, it’s easy to authenticate. I believe this is the dueling pistol used by Pushkin."

Frey whispered: "Uh, can I have a look?"

When Li Jinfang and the others showed curious yet unexcited expressions, Eileen shuddered and then hurriedly said to Gao Yang: "Quick, put it away. Letting these crude guys handle such a great final manuscript and ruin it would be too sinful!"

Gao Yang picked up Pushkin’s final manuscript written on the receipt, carefully put it back into the box, and then slowly closed and buckled both layers of boxes. Then he looked at Eileen and said: "What should we do?"

Eileen decisively said: "Send it away! Quickly send it away! Send it away immediately!"

Gao Yang sighed and whispered: "How much do you think this gun can sell for?"

Eileen thought for a moment and then said seriously: "Priceless! Compared to those two guns, I believe Pushkin’s will written on the receipt is equally precious, even more precious. If it were auctioned, Russians would rather have Russia go bankrupt to buy it back."

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

Eileen looked at Gao Yang and said: "You want to sell it? You can bear to sell it?"

Gao Yang seriously thought for a long time, then said with a grieving face: "I can’t bear it, truly can’t bear it. But thinking about the possible price of these two guns, I feel that not selling would be unfair to everyone."

Gao Yang put his hand on the box lid, and Eileen placed her hand on Gao Yang’s hand, then said solemnly: "Then don’t sell it. Selling it would indeed bring a lot of money, but once sold, you can never buy it back. No amount of money could buy it back or even allow you to see it again, so better keep it well. Then when I want to see it, I can have a look."

Gao Yang slowly exhaled, a smile appeared on his face, and then he whispered: "That’s right, keep it, give it to no one, give it to no one. When we want to admire it, we can take it out at any time!"

Eileen also smiled, softly saying: "You must put it in the safest place."

Frey curled his lips and said: "Just two broken guns, I really don’t know why you’re so excited. And Morgan, I really don’t know what’s worth collecting in a bunch of broken guns."

"Get lost!"

"Get away!"

After expressing disdain towards Frey, Gao Yang laughed and said: "Eileen, why are you so familiar with Pushkin?"

Eileen laughed: "Because for a time I was infatuated with his poetry, though I’ve outgrown that phase. Boss, how did you recognize the name Pushkin?"

Gao Yang lightly coughed and laughed: "Because I was a literary youth for a time, although I’ve now outgrown that phase, Pushkin is still the Russian name I’m most familiar with, so I can of course recognize it."

After exchanging smiles with Eileen, Gao Yang suddenly said: "Oh, I have to share the joy promptly, I have to call Morgan and also tell him some exciting news."

Gao Yang took out the phone with trembling hands from his pocket, shakily dialed the number, waited for a moment, and then solemnly said: "This time wherever you are, it’s still day. You definitely haven’t slept, right? Listen, I’ve found you something good again." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)