"Real coach" Huang Xuan said seriously.
"Good" Merriwether smiled and repeated "Real Coach"
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When I got home, Zhang Xinyi had been waiting for him with a lot of questions. A mother, Zhang Xinyi, never thought that she might have to be a generation of wan ku Huang Xuan. She suddenly became a Huang family leader and made a limit that even she was surprised.
Zhang Xinyi, who is proficient in business, has long seen that if everything is done properly, after the initial payment, the so-called limit will soon become a currency of the Huang family, and Huang Xuan, who has the qualification of issuing limit, will obviously have the benefit similar to that of the Huang family central bank. If you can think of this, you can easily find that it seems not so difficult to implement this system, just like the development history of European banks, it will gradually extend and spread from one region to another, and eventually it will be out of control.
The future of $100 million for the future of tens of billions depends on hundreds of billions of dollars, which is so powerful that even Zhang Xinyi is not sure whether she will do the same if she has such an opportunity.
Perhaps youth is the greatest reliance.
"Son, let’s talk about" Huang Xuan Zhang Xinyi patted the sofa as soon as he entered the door.
Seeing Huang Xuan smiling next to Ruochan’s beautiful girl, I knew that even if I went home as a patriarch, I still had to knead my mother.
Chapter three hundred and thirty-four Draw a gun (1)
Every night, Huang Xuan spends his time in the Green Tower as usual, but he has never entered the 19th floor of the Green Tower (level 6 limit). The adult world is still too dangerous for children.
However, Xue Yi has always listened to the teachings on time and according to the rules of Huang Xuan. Huang Xuan has given him millions of large animals one after another and promised to hire mercenaries. Just this promise is worth pushing away his guests.
Huang Xuan met Xue Yi and Lu Min carefully and revealed his identity. He always did things carefully. This should have been taught and left by both parents. If it had been a few years ago, he could have become a very cautious dude, adhering to the tradition of bullying and being afraid of hard work, and then living happily for half his life.
However, caution is just to stay out of trouble.
When the sun shines in the courtyard in the morning, Huang Xuan also wakes up from a shallow sleep. Through the Ning ‘ao training base, he can get enough mental health to enter the Internet every night, but according to the unified regulations of all sides, a person must have a complete sleep every three days. After all, the Internet will also consume mental energy.
Huang Xuan at the intersection in front of Huang Zhai, such as Merriwether, was surprised that he would be so considerate, but when he came here to see Zhu Xiankui, he suddenly realized that "understanding" was probably the one in front of him.
"Mr. Huang, shall we leave now?" I’m afraid Merriweather hasn’t reversed the jet lag yet. He is a smoker who is full of marijuana on American campus.
"Of course" Huang Xuanxiao today or Li Qing car Dian Wei is also very interested in shooting club nature is to go.
Zhu Xiankui and Merriwether both have their own cars, so Merriwether and Huang Xuanhou formed a small motorcade and gradually accelerated to Fengxian County.
Fengxian is a few hours’ drive from Shanghai and South Kyoto, but considering the nature of the club’s operation, it is also very appropriate to choose this place.
The club is built next to the expressway, but if you can see a distant mountain from the expressway, it is a direct way to see the club coming from the road. First of all, it is a clear water, low buildings and two mountains. If you say a high-class villa, you can win.
Merriwether’s friend is really a westerner named Cooper. He is tall and strong, and meets the ideal of young women except for his slightly twisted legs.
He walked out of the door earlier and waited for the door.
Huang Xuan shook hands with him politely after the car, but the first sentence showed his dandy. "I heard that your rapid shooting is very good?"
As far as standard American English is concerned, Cooper’s English level is not as good as Huang Xuan’s. He was quite surprised. He glanced at Merriwether and smiled cheerfully. "If you want to learn to ride a horse, you must come to me, but we have the best shooting coach."
"Here?" Huang Xuan looked back without asking Cooper’s name.
He showed politeness, which was a bit rude compared with the business at this time, but westerners have always been very rough. Cooper winked at Merriwether and said, "Miller is a chartered coach of the American Gun Association, and he has represented the United States in two world-class competitions."
Huang Xuan’s actions are becoming more and more vigorous, and he is also aware of the urgency. As he walked to the club, he muttered, "If I were a rapid-fire coach, I would pull out my gun as soon as possible and shoot, and I wouldn’t be interested."
Cooper wanted to come to Huang Xuan, even a China aristocrat who was attracted by American westerns. He asked and looked at Merriwether, who shrugged with a wry smile.
Huang Xuan ignored their small movements and walked forward with great interest. The front door of the club was completely carved with marble, showing the unique concave and convex granite, and the rocks near it were quite magnificent.
Huang Xuan looked at and nodded. "It tastes good."
"Thank you, thank you." Cooper said this time in Chinese, which is even worse than his nasal American English.
"The club has two venues, one in the building and the other in the open air," Cooper explained in crude Chinese.
"What about Mr. Miller?"
Cooper didn’t expect China people to be so interested in rapid fire. Of course, this is a good thing for him. After a pause, Cooper said, "Mr. Miller likes open-air venues when it doesn’t rain."
"What are you waiting for?"
Huang Xuan forced Zhu Xiankui to be surprised, thinking that if I had known that Huang Jiaxiu liked shooting, I wouldn’t have lost my mouth. Which idiot received the information?
Behind the club is an open mountain fence, which surrounds the mountain and becomes an open field.
There is about a 4-meter circular playground in the venue, which is divided into three or four areas. It is also an ordinary brick wall. At this moment, there are a few people trying to shoot, but even Huang Xuan, a layman, knows that it is not an air gun that is resounding through the sky.
Cooper seems to be a little embarrassed about so few people inside, explaining that "the club has not yet decided whether it is Zhang or Mr. Huang after you have tried it."
Huang Xuan smiled and asked Lorraine directly, "Which is Miller?"
"Bald" Lorraine’s answer is direct and effective. Since Cooper said that the Miller American Gun Association registered a coach, there is naturally information left.
One of the bald men in the field was shooting at a 25-meter target, but Huang Xuan was a little disappointed when he saw his automatic pistol
When Huang Xuan was a child, he often had shooting opportunities. Although he knew about dueling and rapid fire, he read the information for two hours, but he needed to read the information for one minute to be able to shoot two or even three shots. The automatic pistol will never shoot faster than the revolver, and it is almost wishful thinking for the automatic pistol to want two shots to reach five seconds.
So Huang Xuan suddenly guessed that maybe the two men in the peak confrontation that day were similar to automatic pistol weapons? Although the revolver has a hundred years of glory, it is crazy to pursue the first shot outside the power or duel development. If most planes do not have such historical needs and experiences, just like the unexpected countries in Europe or simply lack this historical fragment, then it is understandable not to know the revolver as a duel rapid-fire method.
Or maybe some gentlemen have their own dueling rapid-fire method, but it’s a secret.
Huang Xuanxin’s heart thumped at the thought of this. If you can really master a high-level plane and you can’t master technology, it must be a resource.
"This is Mr. Miller." Cooper also took the first two steps or said in English, "Mr. Huang, did you bring a pistol?"
Huang Xuan didn’t want to pull out his gun, but he didn’t good the spirit stared at Cooper and said, "China forbids guns."
Cooper smiled apologetically and said, "M1911?" Browning M1911 is perhaps the most produced pistol, especially Americans who prefer single-handed guns. Americans have maintained M1911 for decades, and pseudo-shooter Huang Xuan’s first pistol modified by Lorraine was also 1911.
Huang Xuan doesn’t know how Cooper transported these pistols into China, presumably through some security companies or the real shooting club.
Nodding at will, Huang Xuan stared at the bald head in front of him and said, "How fast does he pull out his gun and shoot quickly?"