Of course, An Feng was playing the real thing, but it was a bit exaggerated to say this directly... After everyone recovered, An Feng expressed his thoughts: "I bought the land on the south bank of Ink Lake and used it as a hunting ground and woodland. In addition, I planned to invest in a gun shop to facilitate communication among gun friends."

An Feng focused on the hunting ground and gun friends. Eve had done his homework in advance. He now dedicates his preferences. In such a small town, it is a tough place like Texas. The farmers' spare time activities are either playing guns or hunting, so what he says should be a plus for favor.

After hearing An Feng’s thoughts, Old Mike said strangely: “Buy a piece of land just to hunt occasionally? You rich people’s thinking is really incomprehensible.”

An Feng smiled and said, "How is it, are you interested?"

Old Mike shook his head: "No, this is the gun shop passed down by my father. Someone once wanted to buy my gun license at a high price and was rejected."

An Feng said: "It's not what you think. I mean, you are still managing the gun store, and I am only responsible for investment, and then changing to a more spacious place to expand the size of the gun store. It's better to have a standard shooting range. As for other things, it's up to you to do."

Old Mike said: "You want to say we cooperate and then operate it in another place?"

An Feng looked around: "Of course, don't you think this place is a little small? At least it's an outdoor shooting range of about 5,000 square meters? Then expand the store two or three times, add a few shelves in that corner, and sell some special clothing, boots, cowboy hats and the like in another area."

"By the way, I also want to hire a few cowboys or forest farm workers, but they should be universal, right? I feel that cowboys are good at a variety of things!"

"We love to hear these words!" The cowboys who came to join in the fun said proudly.

An Feng looked at the old Mike who was already moved. He thought about it carefully and said in the English with a regional accent: "The land in Moshui Lake is very large and has a good location. If you want to build a forest farm, you have to hire a lot of workers, or a mixed operation of animal husbandry and forest farms is more suitable."

Although he answered the question irrelevantly, An Feng still expressed his gratitude: "Thank you for your suggestion."

Old Mike continued, "Then how much do you plan to invest? It takes a lot of money to build a big gun store."

"Is it enough to invest one million for the time being?" An Feng said.

Old Mike nodded: "It's enough. Although thousands of guns are not available, it's more than enough to double the scale, but the labor cost required for expansion is very high."

At this time, a clerk spoke in Spanish: "We can hire that group of Mexicans to do it, and their labor costs are two-thirds of that of the construction company."

An Feng also said in Spanish: "Is the quality guaranteed?"

Everyone looked at An Feng with a slightest desire. It was already rare for this yellow man to speak fluent English, but he didn't expect that he was still skilled in Spanish.

The clerk smiled embarrassedly: "You speak very well in Spanish. But of course, the quality of the Mexicans' buildings is no different from that of local residents, and the speed is faster. And the outdoor shooting range is not a residence, so you don't need to pay too much attention to quality issues, just take safety protection."

Old Mike said: "In addition to the gun shop, I think you should need a land manager, right?"

"Yes, I don't live here often," said An Feng.

"Then I recommend a man, Lawrence. He is a skilled old cowboy who is trustworthy and is looking for a job recently. If you need it, I can call him over."

"It's trouble." An Feng said.

Old Mike picked up his trendy touchscreen phone and whispered. After a while, an old jean who was about the same age as him and was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt walked in, hugged Old Mike with a smile, and then both parties met: "This is Lawrence, an experienced jean."

"I'm very happy to meet you, Lawrence!" An Feng also shook hands with him.

Lawrence smiled and said, "It's really time for you to buy this land. This land is very good. It can be used as a residential area and mountainous land, and may appreciate in the future."

"Haha, I'm so happy to say that." An Feng sat down with them with a smile.

After getting to know each other, everyone got to the point and made suggestions on cooperation. An Feng's idea was to choose the address of the gun shop next to the highway. First, the transportation was convenient. Although there were few residents in Buchanandan, there were still many scattered residents nearby, and the consumption of guns and ammunition was considerable. Second, he could draw a large part of the private land, and the shooting range was close to the hillside, so there was no need to build additional safety walls.

Lawrence's suggestion is that at least three forest farms are needed. In addition, some beef cattle can be considered in the flat areas along the river, and two or three cowboys are needed. He thinks that using such good land is too wasteful just as a hunting ground, and even close to highways and along the river is the first choice for residential land.

An Feng didn't understand forest farming at all. He bought the land with a big deal and wanted to hunt on the verge of impulse. Fortunately, the land is located very well and a new residential area is forming in the nearby area, so he will not lose money if he leaves it for a while.

This is a kind of land investment.

The other matters were left to Old Mike and Lawrence. An Feng went back to sign a contract with the land broker and arranged for the lawyer to take a look. After the lawyer passed the exam, he paid 20 million US dollars in bank transfer. Then he returned to Buchanan and signed a contract with Old Mike and paid him 1.3 million US dollars, of which one million was used to purchase guns and ammunition, while 300,000 was the cost of expansion. The high labor costs in the United States are reflected here. If it is a domestic construction team, the price can be reduced by at least one third, the speed can be increased by 50%, and the quality is comparable.

After dealing with these things, An Feng's account balance dropped sharply from more than 50 million to more than 30 million points. The speed of spending money was really terrifying. However, he did not expect that several industries had partners, and the money he paid was reduced by 30% to 40%, so the remaining money was naturally more.

He didn't care about this anymore and spent a lot of effort to invest. Now he went to the gun shop to have fun. First, it was automatic weapons. In the words of Old Mike, these licenses were completed as early as his father's time. Not to mention automatic weapons, he could open a workshop to build guns by himself.

But... the difference is not big now, the gun shop belongs to him.

An Feng found a lot of good products, including the classic M16 rifle of the US military, the gun king AK47, and the .50-caliber M2 heavy machine gun, that is, the guy on the roof of the US military Hummer. M249 light machine gun, Remington MSR sniper rifle, and some large-caliber sniper rifle, McMillan's TAC-50, etc.

These are either fully automatic or large-caliber, and are rarely seen in California.

An Feng carried these guys and went to the small shooting range behind to try one by one. He pulled the trigger and played wildly. The bullets were fired in a few seconds. This was a real shot. The magazine had a capacity of 30 rounds. In full automatic mode, the bullets were pulled and flew out like water.

If the M16 is not fun, please change to AK-47. If you don’t have thirty round magazines, you can change to a drum with a capacity of 60 or 70 rounds, and run a gun and hit the target with a gun. If you are not satisfied, you can change to an M249 light machine gun, smashing the human-shaped target into pieces and dropping the shells all over the floor. He also wanted to try a heavy machine gun, but this guy was too lethal and the environment was not suitable. Finally, he changed to a sniper rifle against the equipment to experience the scene of shooting a gun like thunder.

As a 12.7mm anti-equipment weapon, TAC-50 is not very famous compared to Barrett's M82 series, because the US military only purchased it in small quantities - but it is a custom weapon for seals: Mk15-MOD0-SASR. At the beginning, the seal also used the M82 series, but unfortunately the accuracy could not keep up with the requirements of the special forces. The TAC-50 is much stronger. It once scored a 2,430-meter hit record and knocked down a terrorist who was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

An Feng thought about using this gun to hunt, and he probably could even tear a bear in half.

An Feng spent the whole afternoon playing with guns, at least thousands of bullets were consumed at the shooting range, and the speed made the clerk dumbfounded. The boss's personality was no less than that of the people of Texas. He couldn't stop playing with guns, and his skills were not bad. Occasionally, he counted it, and his accuracy was very high.

After having enough fun and tired of playing, An Feng carried the big guy on his back, crossed his two light machine guns left and right on his back, wrapped around bullet links, and a pistol on his legs. He also held an anti-equipment sniper rifle that was almost as tall as a human. He wore a hat and sunglasses and took several cool photos in succession.
Chapter completed!