The little boy, with a very reluctant pout, slowly walked towards the shopkeeper with a one-yuan coin in his hand.
The stall owner was a young man, only in his early twenties. He had dyed his hair blonde and parted it in the middle. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and thankfully his face could hold up somewhat. Although he looked out of place, it wasn't too outrageous.
Every time a customer fired a bullet, the boss had to immediately reload it. He didn't even notice someone walking up beside him until he felt his suit pants slipping down. Looking down...
"Uncle boss, here's some money, have some fun."
Forehead?
This is the first time I've ever seen a little kid bring money; it's quite novel.
"Hey kid, where are your parents?"
She's so cute, could she have run away on her own? What if she gets kidnapped by human traffickers? That would be such a waste! With that thought, the shopkeeper glanced around.
The words "bad guy" are not written on the face of a bad guy. If the boss wants to fill the little guy with bullets, he can only use his other hand to hold the little guy back to prevent him from running away.
Tuanzi struggled a lot, mainly because she didn't like being touched by strangers, but how could a little baby struggle against an adult?
Finally, I could only honestly answer, "Mommy is right behind me! Look, the prettiest one is my mommy."
The shopkeeper looked over, and at that moment, Ye Wanying squeezed through the crowd and said to the little boy, "Baby, give the money to uncle."
The little guy immediately handed the money back to the stall owner: "Uncle, we want to play too."
Seeing that adults were coming, the shopkeeper naturally let go of the little one: "Twelve bullets for one yuan, are you sure you want to play?"
It seems like no women or children have ever come here to play this game; it's all men. Guns are something men are naturally drawn to, so of course they'd be happy to have the chance to handle one.
"Play!" I really couldn't bear to refuse my darling son's longing eyes.
Sure enough, the little one chuckled when he heard his mother's affirmation: "Yes, yes, I want to play with it!"
Of course, business people wouldn't turn away customers: "Okay, it'll be your turn after this guy finishes his fight."
After that, the little guy chattered away like a little bird, especially after hitting the balloon, he clapped excitedly.
Seeing her son so happy, Ye Wanying's lips also curled up slightly.
Fortunately, it didn't take long before it was the mother and son's turn. The stall owner smiled and waved to them, "It's your turn, come on over."
The little one immediately stiffened: "Mama..."
Knowing that this was the first time her son had seen this novel gadget, and he might be a little nervous, she knelt down and gently rubbed his face.
"It's okay, you can count how many I hit, okay?"
"Okay!" The little man nodded emphatically.
...........
When Ye Wanying stepped forward to the gun handle, the little guy obediently stood next to his mother's leg.
"Do we have to sit down?" Ye Wanying asked at this moment.
Upon hearing this, the stall owner shook his head: "No, no, whatever."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanying gripped the gun tightly, tested its weight in her hand, examined it carefully, and then nodded to the shopkeeper.
"We can begin."
After seeing Ye Wanying's professional gun-holding technique, the boss was initially quite worried, thinking he had encountered someone who was hiding their true abilities. This was a small business, and what he feared most was running into people like police officers, soldiers, or shooting instructors.
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