The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

"Hey, Ye. I think you can also try to become famous on your country's social platforms and attract tourists from your country to spend."

After the broadcast, he twisted two bottles of beer and Ye Qing was drinking Duke, after hearing Ye Qing explain the content of the barrage just now, and that the person gave a gift worth 1,000 yuan. He could not help but open his mouth to suggest.

"I know, but it's just going to be easy. My main focus is still on customers in countries where guns are legal, like the Commonwealth. And now it gives me confidence, doesn't it?"

Ye Qing smiled and patted the blue-and-white porcelain M70 beside her while recalling what she had just chatted with the local tyrant fan.

With the continuous improvement of the per capita income of the motherland, more and more compatriots come to the Silver Eagle Federation for tourism every year. Not to mention Ye Qing, many commercial shooting ranges across the Federation will not miss this huge consumer group.

Even compared to the Commonwealth, the consumption of these people is more considerable. On the one hand, they are originally traveling, and they all know that traveling is spending money to buy happiness, so they will naturally be much more generous in consumption. On the other hand, it is thanks to the motherland's gun ban policy. These things that I have no chance to come into contact with at ordinary times are encountered now, so why not take the opportunity to have a good time?

Despite these years, China has also slowly loosened restrictions on guns. In China, there are also some commercial shooting ranges that operate small-caliber sports rifles for live ammunition shooting.

But the limited selection of firearms, unregulated professional instructors, and high ammunition prices. All lead to this market has been in a half-dead situation.

It's like what the fan with the title of emperor mentioned just now when he was chatting with himself on WeChat. He has also been to some shooting ranges in China to play with guns. A round of small-caliber sports rifle bullets cost 15 yuan per round, but he spent the money and learned nothing.

At those shooting ranges, you pay to go in. The gun is brought to the shooting window by the security officer at the shooting range, and then the so-called shooting instructor next to you will only load and load the gun for you, and then all you can do is pull the trigger. He won't teach you how to use a gun properly, much less how to hit it properly.

And that's what got him excited when he accidentally saw Ye Qing's live broadcast in the morning. It is also a Chinese identity, and there is no obstacle to language communication. After listening to Ye Qing's explanation, although I was a little confused, I felt very powerful and professional, right?

It just so happened that I originally planned to go to the Silver Eagle Federation to play with my wife and children on November 11, so I have every opportunity to have a good time!

"You're right, Ye. Originally, I just thought your bartending skills were very good, and the atmosphere in the store was very good. In this tavern, I didn't feel the smoky atmosphere of some taverns, everyone was harmonious, It's warm. So I like it here."

Duke's big, furry hand grabbed the beer bottle and touched Ye Qing, then said after taking a sip of wine.

"This gun shop, I thought it might just be your hobby, or the characteristics of your creation. But now I find that guns are really good at you. I don't think anyone but you is crazy enough to use a fragile porcelain Be the main body of the gun, and you have succeeded!"

"Maybe I'm lucky, I just mastered a formula that makes porcelain no longer fragile."

After Ye Qing smiled and took a sip of wine, she suddenly felt a little hungry.

"Hey, Duke. Are you hungry? I'm feeling a little hungry. I'm going to make something to eat. Do you want some?"

"I'm also a little hungry when you say that. But don't do it, you've just been busy for a long time. Come with me, let's go for a ride, I know a BBQ will be open until late, how about we go there to eat? Or take a bag bring back."

Hearing Duke's words, Ye Qing almost spit out a sip of beer in surprise. On the night of the Silver Eagle Federation, it is known as "good law and order", and most of the general shops are open until around 7 or 8 pm and close.

Wealthy or commercial areas with better security may be extended, and places with worse security may even close at around 5 pm.

And the reason why Ye Qing's tavern is open until twelve o'clock at night is because he has a lot of guns. Now suddenly hearing about a BBQ that dares to open in the early morning, Ye Qing is also really interested.

Maybe it was the wine that made people cowardly, or maybe it was the joy of today's perfect test that overwhelmed the mind. Ye Qing agreed immediately, then closed the shop door and got on Duke's heavy motorcycle.

Los Santos after the fall, accompanied by the sea breeze blowing from the Pacific Ocean. It was exceptionally cool, and there was only the heavy roar of the motorcycle engine on the slightly quiet street.

Enjoying this sense of indulgence, before they knew it, the two of them drove to the auto repair shop in a block. Seeing that the speed of the car dropped, Ye Qing was a little puzzled, and at the same time, he was also afraid.

Damn, why did you just come out like this? And no guns!

"Hey, Duke. Is this a BBQ?"

"Yes, but not here. In the back yard, don't worry."

The excited Duke didn't feel the fear in Ye Qing's tone, he just thought it was the other party's curiosity. As he explained, he slowly turned the heavy locomotive into the side of the garage, a small road that was pressed by people and motorcycles.

The garage is not big~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The two riding along the side of the garage soon saw the scene of the backyard.

Well, there is indeed a BBQ, but Ye Qing's fear is even more serious.

Because around a half paint bucket that was used as a barbecue grill, there was a circle of strong men with tattoos all over their bodies. At the same time, on the other side of the small courtyard, there was a full of heavy motorcycles parked.

Is this really into a thief's den? !

"Hey, Duke! You're late, and who is this kid?"

Seeing Duke's arrival, a circle of strong men raised their wine bottles one after another. "Enthusiastic" greeting.

"Shit Sean, this is the Boss Ye I said, my friend. You'd better show some respect!"

When Ye Qing heard Duke's words, the nervousness in her heart eased a little. But then, the brawny man named Sean just walked straight to him.

"Hey, sorry. Since you're Duke's friend, that's our friend. Welcome to the 23rd block, Duke's garage. Come on, Hawes just cooked a piece of meat."

"thanks."

Seeing the burly man in front of him with his big arms almost as thick as his thighs, Ye Qing bit the bullet and thanked him. Then, at Duke's suggestion, he followed Sean into the small courtyard.

Seeing Ye Qing come in, a strong man next to him immediately took out a bottle of beer, opened it, and handed it to Ye Qing. Seeing these acts of kindness, Ye Qing was basically sure that Duke did not want to harm himself.

But the pressure is really great. Looking at the enthusiastic strong men around him, Ye Qing showed a smile that was uglier than crying...

Weak, pitiful, and helpless...like a husky mixed in with wolves...

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