MTL - Happy Little Mayor-Chapter 1317 . Frisbee (3/5)

This is very complicated, Wang Bo introduced to him: "One is the rental price of the target channel, either by the person by the hour, or by the person by the channel for an unlimited time, the price of different target channels is different in different ways."

"Take the pistol field as an example. The rent price of the target road is 30 yuan per person for two hours, the rent price of the gun is 10 yuan per hour, and the price of a civilian Glock bullet is 10 yuan and 25 rounds. It will cost two hundred yuan. "

"By the way, the price of a bullet is a variable. The more powerful a firearm is, the more expensive it is to match ammunition. This weapon will naturally play better, but it is the most expensive."

Ye Qipeng asked curiously: "So, can't you bring your own gun and bullet?"

Wang Bo nodded and said, "Yes, you can bring your own, but there are laws in New Zealand that carrying guns for regional movement requires the approval of the local police or a special gun permit. You know, if you want to issue these certificates, then It's very difficult. It's better to come to us and buy bullets. "

Ye Qipeng said, "So as long as you sell bullets, you can get very high returns, right?"

Wang Bodao: "The shooting range has just opened, and the earnings are not easy to say, Xingye?"

Li Xingdao: "This is our trade secret, but since the boss allows it, I will tell you that our shooting range has earned 65,000 yuan in the past week."

"Not very high," Ye Qipeng commented.

Li Xingdao: "Yes, mainly because we have just opened. For the sake of stability, we have limited passenger flow. In addition, the shooting range's reputation is not big enough, mainly tourists, and most of the people in the surrounding towns do not know that we exist."

Wang Bo said: "This is not anxious. In the future, if the fame is hit, the shooting range will become a banknote printer."

Ye Qipeng said thoughtfully: "Do tourists like it? I see you have a lot of domestic tourists here, their participation is higher?"

Seeing that he had been asking for information about the shooting range, Wang Bo tentatively asked: "Aren't you interested in setting up a shooting range? Do you want to set up a shooting range in China?"

Ye Qipeng did not answer, and Assistant Lang took the topic: "You may not know, we are always veterans of Ye. After years of retiring, he has always been fond of these iron guys."

Wang Bodao: "Disrespectful and disrespectful. It turned out that President Ye was still a child soldier. In fact, setting up a shooting range itself is very simple, but it is difficult for local policies to allow it. New Zealand is easy to pass the review, is it difficult in China? Besides, as President Ye has connections, it is still lacking. Shooting range? "

Ye Qipeng said: "I can go to the shooting range of the Armed Police, but my business partners ca n’t. These people are also interested in firearms. To be honest, I want to develop a shooting range in the form of a private club, which mainly serves my business. . "

In this respect, Wang Bo will not intervene casually. He strictly understands the strict control of weapons in the country. Playing this thing is indispensable for playing sideballs. If one is not easy to cause an accident, he will not express his stand.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bowen immediately changed the topic: "Let's go, guys, come here, how about we play with shotguns?"

Shotgun hit the frisbee, Li Xing beckoned, Hou Hai ** passed a frisbee machine, he pulled the trigger, and three yellow-green frisbees flew out.

Uncle Bing's eyes quickly grabbed the shotgun inserted next to him. He didn't aim, raised the gun and pulled the trigger. At the same time, holding the pump lever under the barrel with his left hand, the gunshot immediately pulled down to load the bullet. Pulling the trigger again was another shot.

'boom! ‘Ka!’ ‘Bang! ‘Click! ''boom! ‘Click! ’

Three consecutive shots, all three flying discs flying in the air were shattered!

Ye Qipeng applauded vigorously and yelled: "Good marksmanship, this brother is really a marksman!"

Wang Bo said proudly: "This is the king of the hot weapon in our sunset town. He was born in the British sas. He previously worked as a trainer in the special air service regiment and specialized in training British special forces."

Ye Qipeng looked at Uncle Bing in surprise and said, "The subordinates of Wang Zhenzhang are really good at soldiers. There are such talents. Is this gentleman your bodyguard?"

Wang Bohaha laughed: "What bodyguard do I need? This is a competent man in our police station."

Uncle Bing pulled the pump lever to load the gun, and handed it over, "Sir, would you try it?"

Ye Qipeng really likes guns, he said quickly, "Yeah, give me a shot, Xiao Wang, please tell your buddy, and shoot the frisbee separately. I can't stand the frequency just now."

Li Xing said to Assistant Lang: "Mr. Lang, what do you like to play? Shotgun and hand rifle, fixed target moving target, or actual combat drill?"

Assistant Lang shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm just a little white in this respect. I haven't even touched it before, so you guys have played well. I'll watch it here."

Wang Bo turned his head and said, "Assistant Lang, just go and play. There aren't many opportunities for this. You can find a shooting range when you return to China, but it is very rare to be free like me."

Ye Qipeng also said, "Alang, go play."

Assistant Lang smiled bitterly: "But I really can't play."

"It's very simple. Don't be too nervous. Our shooting range can provide pre-departure training. As long as we comply with safety regulations, I will follow you specifically and nothing will happen." Li Xing comforted him.

"If you still feel uneasy, you go to a novice training course for novices, learn basic knowledge such as firearms and ammunition, and then go to the shooting range." Hou Haibo added.

Before Ye Qipeng was ready to play, Li Xing first handed him a contract. This is a disclaimer. All people entering the shooting range must sign, including Wang Bo, otherwise they cannot shoot.

After signing, Hou Haibo slapped the frisbee machine, and a frisbee 'brushed' flew out.

Ye Qipeng quickly raised his muzzle, stared at the crosshair and found the frisbee, and pulled the trigger sharply: "Bang!"

A loud noise blasted the frisbee in the air.

Wang Bo applauded this time: "Pretty!"

The second frisbee flew out, Ye Qipeng fired again, "Bang!"

The frisbee landed.

As soon as Pharaoh's voice fell, Ye Qipeng's second shot failed, making him extremely embarrassed.

Ye Qipeng is a very strong person, and said, "Grandma, I haven't played for a while, my hands are born, come, come again!"

He didn't boast in this regard. After playing a dozen frisbees in the back, he slowly found that he started to score high-level results.

He hit 30 frisbees in succession, then lowered his gun and shouted in his mouth, "Cool! Is it too cool for him! Xiao Wang, come!"

Wang Bo took up his guns like a decoy, and shot the frisbees one by one. He fired with his right hand and pulled the pump lever with his left hand. Then, in the sound of "bang", the frisbees landed one after another.

One missed!

(To be continued.)