Song Qinghe: "Grandpa Zhou, I have decided to go to the countryside. Thanks to Song Pingsheng and Sun Zhiyuan, my household registration has been transferred out."
"Once the fire reduced the Song family's house to ashes, the Song family's Qinghe will never exist again."
"Don't worry, I've picked a good place for myself, nothing will happen."
Since it's a matter of seeking refuge anyway, leaving Shanghai would actually be safer and more secure.
Seeing that she was confident and had already come up with a plan, Zhou Jianshan felt a little relieved.
It's good that Song Qinghe knows what's going on; it's a pity that this girl has been so well protected by her family since she was a child.
With this sudden turn of events, the responsibilities and burdens of the Song family will now fall on her shoulders.
Zhou Jianshan said, "No, I promised your grandfather I would take good care of you. As for Song Pingsheng, don't worry about him, I'll find someone to handle it."
Having been around for so many years, dealing with Song Pingsheng shouldn't be a problem.
Song Qinghe firmly refused. Zhou Jianshan's identity was already special, and countless people were watching him.
If he does nothing, it's fine, but if he does something and someone catches him doing something wrong, then it will be difficult to explain.
They cannot take the risk.
Especially since Zhou Jianshan is someone Grandpa trusts, and his own health isn't good, how could I drag him into these troubles because of me, causing the old man to worry?
That's absolutely unacceptable.
Zhou Jianshan: "Why can't you be reasoned with, kid!"
Song Qinghe: "Grandpa Zhou, I can do it."
If she can't even handle this little thing, then she'll have wasted her time transmigrating into the book.
Zhou Jianshan saw that she had already made up her mind, as her expression was calm.
After hesitating for a long time, I swallowed the rest of my words.
Forget it, judging from Song Qinghe's expression, it's no use saying anything.
Song Qinghe simply wouldn't buy it.
However, the Song family will not collapse as long as they have such a decisive and ruthless descendant as her.
Zhou Jianshan simply went to his small secret room, took out a box of tools, and handed it to her.
Song Qinghe was confused. Hadn't she already given her a whole box?
"Here, take all of these. Keep them for self-defense."
"This is?"
"gun."
Zhou Jianshan remained expressionless and opened the box to show her.
The box was divided into two layers. The first layer contained about a dozen pistols, of various models, including the Type 54, Type 64, Browning, Colt, and others, each with its own bullets.
There were also a few Mauser C96 pistols and other similar items, which Zhou Jianshan had acquired at great expense.
The second layer contained five hand grenades and five hand grenades.
This is really for self-defense.
Zhou Jianshan was worried that Song Qinghe wouldn't know how to use it, so he took it out and explained it to her carefully.
This includes how to load the gun, how to change bullets, and how to engage the safety.
As for whether you can hit accurately or not, that requires dedicated practice; it's not something you can master in a short time.
In her previous life, when Song Qinghe had nothing to do, she did go to a shooting club for a while.
She still knows some basic knowledge.
However, it involves murder.
She had little experience with this, but regardless of experience, simply pulling out a gun was enough to intimidate people.
Especially when dealing with Song Pingsheng—
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