Joanna accompanied An Feng to learn it, mainly because of common sense of law. State law stipulates that gun buyers must be citizens (or hold green cards), the minimum age for legal purchase of guns is 18 years old, and pistols are 21 years old. In addition, gun buyers cannot get the gun immediately, and need to wait for an additional ten days.

In addition, the magazine capacity cannot exceed ten rounds. You must use a gun lock when carrying it when you go out. You cannot buy more than five hundred rounds of bullets at a time. You cannot hold a gun publicly, or hold a gun in concealment. You can only lock it carefully at home... Automatic weapons are strictly prohibited, assault weapons are strictly prohibited, and other regulations are strictly prohibited.

An Feng doesn't think this law is strict for those who live in a country where gun bans are not strictly controlled, but Joanna said that in some states with loose management, such as Texas, buying a gun is really the same as buying a cabbage. You can choose long and short guns at will and take them away when you pay. It is very easy to get a concealed gun carrying license. Moreover, due to frequent shootings in recent years, many Texas governments who own guns even encourage college students and teachers to bring guns to class.

An Feng instantly felt that the Texas cowboy was so angry that he thought about it: the student teacher held a book in his hand and had a pistol on his waist to communicate in class... Can he not be so fierce? It is said that the Texas people are tough, and he has never been there, but it can be seen from their attitude of holding guns.

An Feng asked: "There is no restriction on magazines in the hometown of cowboys, and it can be fully automatic?"

Joanna replied: "Of course, everything is to prevent Mexico wearing straw hats!"

Then there is the HSC exam. Generally, there are instructors in gun shops. Even if there is only one person, you can take the exam by paying money. Joanna told him that there are 30 questions, judging or multiple-choice questions, and at least 23 questions must be answered correctly. In terms of safety first, you can pass it based on your feelings.

The results of Anfeng's exam came out soon. He was not ashamed of the names of all the top students from China. After twenty-nine questions, the only mistake was that he misunderstood the words in it. Then he filled out a DROS review registration form and recorded one of his fingerprints.

Finally, the clerk told him: "If there is no notification in ten days, you can come and get the gun."

"Congratulations!" Joanna said with a smile.

"There are ten days left, maybe I failed." An Feng said modestly.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you have no criminal record or mental illness, these ten days will be used by the store to cheer up your appetite." Joanna said indifferently.

"You are wrong, ma'am!"

A serious voice came from behind Joanna. An Feng turned his head and turned around. She saw a policeman wearing a police uniform. He was wearing a round-edged hat and a pistol on his waist. An Feng was surprised. With his size, whether he could run when catching a thief was a question.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson." Joanna greeted with a smile.

The seriousness on the fat policeman's face suddenly disappeared. He pressed his hat and nodded to Joanna, then looked at An Feng: "Your boyfriend?"

"NO!" Joanna shook her head, "My friend, An. I brought him to study law."

"Hello, I'm the sheriff of Paso Robler, call me James." The fat policeman stretched out his hand to An Feng, and An Feng held it.

"Hello, sir!"

The sheriff, he has heard of such names in American dramas. They are usually elected by residents of counties or towns, and they don’t have many people under their command. In addition, small towns do not drive and rob banks all day long. It is estimated that 365 days a year are used to go to work and drink tea.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there are sheriffs and Blue Waves who are on the verge of...mostly in Hollywood.

James Johnson put his belt in his arms and said kindly: "I know you, I have a cousin's child who works in your vineyard. I heard that their original boss was bankrupt and the new Chinese boss is a good person. I didn't expect to meet you today."

An Feng said modestly: "This is what I should do."

James smiled and then said seriously: "Joanna's statement just now is not completely correct. In some cases, buying a gun with a green card for less than 90 days is denied. And I would like to remind you that no matter what the situation is, you cannot appear around the campus with a gun."

"Thank you, I understand." An Feng nodded seriously.

After chatting with James for a while, he came to play with guns and invited An Feng to accompany him, but he rejected the enthusiastic sheriff with the excuse that he had already played with it.

Joanna said as she walked, "Mr. Johnson is a very good person. With him, you can buy a gun. Didn't you hear him say you are a 'good guy'?"

"I know." An Feng said, he was still a little proud. His bold moves made him a good reputation, which was helpful for buying a gun.

Just as An Feng started the car and was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something: "Joanna, I remember they just said that the guns and bullets were separated and the problem of not being able to hold a concealed gun." He looked at Joanna in confusion. Unless she really had a concealed gun license, it would be fun.

Joanna put a cowboy hat on herself and said with a smile: "How high do you think the crime rate in the city should be so that the police would come to check a beautiful and friendly lady?"

An Feng shook his head, and then he smiled. Rules are dead, people live, and this principle applies to the United States. Next time, you have to be careful of a beautiful woman. No one can guarantee whether she will be like Joanna, who is as delicate as she is the first second, and will be scary in the next second.

...

The pace of life in the small town is slow. I drive around the park and see many local Americans sitting leisurely on benches and reading in cafes. The pickups that pass by occasionally mostly work in vineyards. Joanna said that there are about dozens of grape growers in this area, most of them are rich. An Feng is right to think about it. He spent more than 10 million yuan to buy a piece of land, and even if the others are smaller, they can sell them for millions. For the standard of annual income of 100,000 yuan, even if they live a good life in the middle class, they are undoubtedly wealthy.

Joanna also has a vineyard at home and has established her own brand. Strictly speaking, it should be a winery. An Feng asked her curiously why she still wanted to find a job. She said without a surprise: "My family pays the university tuition for me, but it does not include my other expenses."

"Oh. I thought you graduated!" At this point, foreigners educate their children very well. If they want to change to China, I am afraid that few rich people are willing to let their children in school go out to work for others, right? Joanna is twenty-one, and she is the age of college.

"I will graduate at this time next year and may continue my MBA study. I want to really end my studies at about twenty-four years old," said Joanna.

"You are a major in business administration? You are so awesome!" An Feng said admiringly. He won his master's degree at the age of 24, and in domestic terms he is a "school master".

Joanna smiled and said, "Thank you, but I found that international students from China are really powerful. They can almost study hard for a month. Do you know, every day, they just eat and sleep and hold books. Oh my God, I can't imagine whether I will get moldy if I want to do this."

An Feng laughed. Although he had just met her, it was easy to chat with her. She knew a lot and was good at teaching people with skills instead of using tricks to make theories. An Feng slowed down the car and was driving slowly in front of him. An Feng glanced at the opposite lane and was about to show her the skills of changing lanes to overtaking. Joanna pressed his shoulder: "No, follow him."

An Feng turned off the turn signal in confusion and slowly followed the Touareg in front.

Joanna smiled slyly: "Wait, there's a good show."

An Feng followed slowly, and Joanna suddenly signaled him to look at the rearview mirror. An Feng found that he was following a car, without overtaking or honking the horn, and was also following An Feng. There was no car in the opposite lane, so he could go over, but everyone was watching the show and cooperated silently.

After a while, five slow-moving cars were behind him.

When the car in front passed an intersection, a police car parked on the side of the road started and chased after him. The external speaker called out a few times, letting the white Touareg pull over and guide the rest of the vehicles to pass. An Feng was the first to pass by. He glanced at the innocent Volkswagen owner, who was an Asian face.

An Feng prays that he should be Japanese or Korean.

Joanna turned her head looking back: "I saw it. It was abnormally low speed and affected the car behind him. He had to pay a ticket."

"Are you so happy usually?" An Feng increased his car speed. With the scene just now, he didn't want the guys behind him to follow him.

Joanna said: "Only in such a small town without the pressure to go to work, everyone has a tacit understanding, and they don't honk or overtake. In a metropolitan city like Los Angeles, there are drivers who are very anxious. He will say the words starting with F, keep honking behind you, or keep keeping you off the road."
Chapter completed!