"Okay, two dollars, eighty bullets. I'll have to load it twice for you; this gun can only hold fifty bullets at a time." The shopkeeper said, happily counting the bullets.
Qiao Shouyan took out two yuan and left it with the shopkeeper.
The night market is crowded, and whenever someone is playing a game, other passersby will stop to watch and join in the fun.
Qiao Shouyan's act of buying two yuan's worth of bullets at once attracted a lot of onlookers.
The boss loves a lively atmosphere, so he immediately got to work.
"Everyone come and see! This customer is going to shoot! He bought eighty bullets at once!" the shopkeeper shouted.
As a result, more passersby stopped to watch.
Neither Qiao Shouyan nor Meng Yingxin expressed any opinion on this.
"Will it work?" Meng Yingxin asked.
The shopkeeper had already loaded the bullets and handed the toy gun to Qiao Shouyan, who weighed it in his hand, familiarizing himself with its feel.
"Is that even a question?" Qiao Shouyan raised an eyebrow.
It wasn't that he was being arrogant on purpose. As a regimental commander, if he couldn't even win at such a childish game, not only would Meng Yingxin look down on him, but he himself probably wouldn't be able to accept such an outcome.
Meng Yingxin nodded and smiled.
The onlookers also started discussing it.
"Is this guy stupid? Why did he buy two dollars' worth at once? He should have bought some to try it out first. What if he can't win? He'll be at a huge loss!"
"They're just rich and stupid, let's just watch the show."
"Did the boss encourage people to buy it? That's so ruthless! I've never seen anyone win!"
Qiao Shouyan and Meng Yingxin both heard these comments.
The former remained expressionless, while the latter smiled without saying a word.
Grabbing his toy gun, Qiao Shouyan aimed at the first balloon through the cheap scope—
"Bang--"
Surprisingly, I didn't win.
"Bang--"
The second shot missed again.
"Bang--"
The third shot missed again.
The boss was overjoyed. He specialized in this business, and only he knew the ins and outs of it.
How could just anyone come along and try to take away his best prize? If he did, how could he keep his stall afloat? He'd go bankrupt!
When the onlookers saw that three shots missed, they shook their heads and whispered that Qiao Shouyan had been killed.
"Look at his accuracy! He missed all three shots. He has neither skill nor luck, and he even bought two dollars' worth of bullets at once. He's really ripped off!"
"Since only three shots were fired, how about we return the dollar and fifty cents? Comrade, don't be so stubborn!"
Some "well-meaning" onlookers even tried to persuade Qiao Shouyan to turn back from his wrong path.
Meng Yingxin wanted to laugh when she heard this.
Moreover, the fact that Qiao Shouyan missed one of his first three shots was something she found particularly funny.
It's truly rare to see a commander as dignified as Commander Qiao suffer a defeat.
"Don't mess around, my business is small, I don't give refunds. We agreed on two yuan for bullets, that's two yuan, no refunds whether you hit the target or not!" the shopkeeper quickly said, afraid that Qiao Shouyan would be persuaded by the onlookers.
What a joke! After firing eighty shots, he'll still have to keep trying to persuade this person to buy.
However, Qiao Shouyan paid no attention to any noise around him, completely absorbed in his "test shot".
That's right, he was testing the gun.
"Bang--"
The fourth shot missed again.
"Bang--"
The fifth shot missed.
The voices predicting a downturn are growing louder.
"This guy's luck is just too bad. If it were me, I would have hit at least one shot by now after five shots. I really can't stand watching this."
"The boss really made a killing this time, netting two dollars!"
Seeing this, even Meng Yingxin began to have doubts.
"Is there a problem with the gun?" Meng Yingxin asked in a very low voice next to Qiao Shouyan.
As a senior designer, Meng Yingxin, who designs firearms, surely understands the ins and outs of this industry.
It was absolutely impossible for Qiao Shouyan to hit the bullseye once out of five shots.
Unless there's something wrong with the gun.
But when Meng Yingxin thought about her boss's business acumen, she felt it made sense.
“No problem,” Qiao Shouyan said.
He had been keeping his eyes fixed on the scope, maintaining his original gun-holding posture, but his eyes moved from the scope to Meng Yingxin's eyes, and he even smiled at Meng Yingxin.
"I'll definitely win the rabbit for you." With that, he pulled the trigger.
"Bang--"
The sixth shot.
"Smack—"
The balloon popped.
"Amazing!" A cheer immediately erupted from the crowd.
"This comrade is interesting. He didn't aim at the balloon, but stared at the woman next to him, and he still managed to hit it!"
"Bro, this is the way you play. Don't focus on the balloon, focus on your partner. Your partner will give you strength and good luck!"
"Yeah, yeah, bro, that's how we should play!"
"Haha! This is so funny!"
Meng Yingxin: "..."
Listening to the teasing of the onlookers around her, she cursed inwardly.
When did Qiao Shouyan learn to act cool?
However, that sudden movement did make Meng Yingxin's heart skip a beat.
Heaven knows that when Qiao Shouyan smiled at her, she heard the sound of a balloon popping, and her face immediately flushed.
However, no one took the sixth shot seriously, thinking it was just Qiao Shouyan's luck, the first stroke of good fortune after his bad luck with the first five shots.
Good luck can come once or twice, but it can't sustain him popping all the balloons on this wall.
However, things took an unexpected turn.
After the sixth shot of "Good Luck," Qiao Shouyan didn't make a single unnecessary move; everything seemed to be fast-forwarded.
Load, pull the trigger; load, pull the trigger; load, pull the trigger...
"Smack—"
"Smack—"
"Smack—"
One after another, the sound of balloons popping rang out.
All the balloons in the first row had burst, one after another, in sequence.
This was clearly not a scene created by good luck; it was a clear demonstration of the man's strength.
"Smack—"
"Smack—"
The onlookers were stunned, as were the stall owners.
"Amazing, bro! That's incredible! You're absolutely amazing!"
"What were those first five shots for? Were you kidding us? Dude, you're really something! You almost fooled us! You're a sharpshooter!"
"Haha, how could they be teasing us? They're obviously just playing a joke on the boss. Look at his face, hahaha..."
The boss was no longer smiling. With the sound of balloons popping, the balloons in the second row were also popped one by one, and then the third row came.
Judging from the current situation, the entire third rank could explode without needing to reload the remaining thirty bullets.
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