An Feng and Wang Le spent some time talking about the market prospects. After all, who doesn’t want to make money in a business? An Feng’s idea was even more bizarre. After doubled the listed stocks, they sold them to make money. However, killing chickens to get eggs is not a long-term solution. After a conversation, Wang Le felt that the advantages of fertilizer were very big. It was simply a cheat.

Wang Le had already made up his mind and asked, "Is it necessary to open a new company or a branch?"

An Feng said without hesitation: "It must be a branch. The patents are all from Tailan. If you hold a new company, you have to authorize them, and the accounts you make are not that beautiful. You know that investors like to look at the financial statements that are stable and progressive, and think that they have made a lot of money. How good is this model!"

Wang Le understood as soon as he heard this: "Come on, after all, you are thinking about the listing."

An Feng smiled and said, "Don't blame me for being vulgar. Look at those listed companies, stocks will be more than ten times as soon as they are listed, and tens of millions will become hundreds of millions in the blink of an eye. As long as the legal sale period is over, just sell a little shares and the funds will be returned to your pockets dozens of times..."

Wang Le said: "That's also vain. Without this strength, it will support such a high value. Sooner or later, investors will pay for your bad debts."

An Feng shrugged: "That's nothing to do with me. The stock market is risky, so you must be cautious when entering the market."

Wang Le said again: "The unscrupulous businessman!"

"Haha!" An Feng smiled expressionlessly, "But it's too early to consider making money now. Tailan is still busy applying for products to be launched recently, and there are still a lot of things that need to be reviewed, and the production of fertilizers requires debugging machines... It is estimated that it will take until next year to get a clue."

Wang Le nodded: "Yes, after the holiday, I will go back to inspect the market and ask my brother for some tips."

...

After a nap, I was full of energy and heard laughter in the backyard. When I went over, I saw that everyone was playing in the swimming pool. The sun was not very strong at around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I had enough sleep and swim for a while, put some sunscreen oil on the beach chair, read a fashion magazine, and drank a few beer. It was the most comfortable.

An Feng considers planting a few palm trees next to the swimming pool so that he can hide in the shade to swim in summer.

He greeted the crowd, sat in a cool place with a bottle of beer, playing with the computer without any effort. He usually doesn't choose to go into the water when the light is still strong. If he plays like them, it won't take long to see an Asian and African mixed race. It's good now, his skin is a little healthy and dark.

Wang Le jumped on the shore with wet all over the place, sat down opposite Anfeng, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you usually do these?"

"You want to say I'm a home?" An Feng looked at him.

"Smart, a child can teach you, and you can understand it at a glance." Wang Le smiled.

"Tsk, I'm just sitting here with you. I don't look at what I usually do, horse riding, off-roading, and shooting, which one is not a man's exercise?"

"Target shooting? You should have a gun, right?" Wang Le became interested.

"Yes, there are, locked, there are too many restrictions in California, and it's not interesting. You can't carry a gun on your body, you can only hide it in the cabinet to give yourself a sense of security." An Feng remembered the cunning Joanna, who would actually buy a small pistol and hide it in his handbag to sway across the market.

Wang Le shouted: "You dare to hide your own personal information! You won't take it out and take a look!"

An Feng glanced at him, then got up and took out a 1911 and a newly purchased Glock 17 from the gun cabinet. Forget the spear, it was a strange trouble. After coming down, Wang Le reached out and wanted to take it. An Feng patted his hand off and said, "I'll check it first."

Wang Le looked at him with a gaze: "It's necessary to be so cautious!"

"If you know that I would load the gun occasionally and then run to do other things, you wouldn't blame me for being cautious." An Feng said with a smile. He pulled Glock's sleeve and checked whether there were bullets in the chamber. After confirming that, the gun turned in his hand and handed it to Wang Le.

"Okay, this skill is well practiced!" Wang Le took the pistol and touched it. "Rare things, I have only played them a few times in China!"

"Here, here's the magazine!" An Feng gave him two different magazines, "The magazine of Glock 17 is modified and can only load 10 rounds."

"You still think you're too scared when you shoot ten times a night?"

Anfeng Waterfall Sweat.

Wang Le groped for a while and filled the magazine for 1911. An Feng looked at him cautiously. Wang Le smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what to pay attention to."

An Feng complained: "You are born with a bad person, and you can't worry about it."

Wang Le ignored him, took out his cell phone and took a few photos of the gun, then took a proud selfie. Finally, he looked at the pistol and asked again, "How many shots are there?"

"I don't have a place to shoot here, so if you want to go, go to the gun shop." An Feng said that in fact, there was a small shooting range in the yard before, but I was worried that I would hurt the flowers and plants, so I moved to the foot of the mountain. However, there was nothing fun. Ten rounds of magazines, one half-automatically, and I would soon be bored.

Wang Le slapped the Gun King's table and shouted like a bandit: "I see, you are just a civil servant's bad habit. If you don't finish your words, you will come again and again. If you don't ask, you won't know the final result! Come on, drag me out and shoot me for ten minutes!"

An Feng sought everyone's opinions and asked everyone who was interested. As a result, the men raised their hands, and Ji Min also yearned for it. However, the sister thought it was boring and stayed at home with her mother Xiaoyu. Everyone followed An Feng to the city and walked into the gun shop in groups.

"Hi, Jerry!" An Feng greeted the guy from the gun shop.

"Hi, Bruce, is this your friend?" Jerry looked at a group of very curious yellow people behind An Feng.

"Yes, they are here to travel." An Feng said with a smile, "They are taking photos here, right?"

"OK, please feel free," said Jerry.

When I first entered the gun shop, everyone was curious. Let's take a look here and there. The clerk enthusiastically took out real guys for them to show them. A group of people were either busy taking photos or exploring. They spent some time choosing their favorite weapons, which were common. They didn't have the chance to touch them in China, but they still played a lot of games. Even Ji Min also took some weapons specially customized for women, the pink Remington 700 rifle, HelloKitty's AR rifle printed on it, etc.

When we arrived at the shooting range behind, there were not many people, and there were several customers playing in groups of three or two. Suddenly, a large group of people came in. The staff of the gun shop were not enough. Finally, An Feng also went on the battle personally and guided his father and others in the skills. After familiarizing themselves with the rules, he began to pick up the gun and shoot.

An Feng looked at each one. Wang Le was pretty good, with a standard posture and a good look. Wu Chao chose a 50-caliber Desert Eagle, but except for the recoil that made his hands numb, it was not fun at all. The muzzle flames when shooting were large, which could easily affect the shooter's vision. The recoil was strong and he could not aim at the target continuously to shoot.

An Feng went over to correct Ji Min's actions: "The position of the butt stock is wrong. If you shoot like this, you don't need to take your shoulders tomorrow. Move a little to the side, by the way!"

My father played well with the AK-74 on his shoulders. He worked in the militia regiment when he was young. At that time, the militia reserves were much better than now, with rifles and machine guns, and occasionally some anti-aircraft cannons and tow cannons eliminated by the troops. However, the reforms were gradually made, and all the weapons were collected.

An Fengtu freshly picked up a few classic revolvers, 44 Magnum, Colt Python, etc. Jerry saw that he chose revolvers this time, so he recommended a great one to him. An Feng saw that he took out a package from under the counter and took out an extra-large revolvers from it.

"The Smith Wesson M500 that just arrived is the most powerful pistol, .50 caliber, with a powerful bullet. Can you try it?" Jerry said with a smile.

"Okay, give me fifty bullets." An Feng looked at the larger revolver and was very interested.

"Are you sure? It can't be controlled casually!" Jerry looked at An Feng's arm.

"It's it!" An Feng said.

He took the M500 to the shooting range and filled it with five bullets. The gun was heavy in his hand. It is said that the bullet's kinetic energy is twice as big as the Desert Eagle. When he held it with both hands and aimed at the paper target to shoot, with a bang, the human-shaped half-body target's chest tore a big hole open.

So fierce, no wonder it is said that an African elephant was knocked down with one shot!

An Feng changed his right hand from behind and fired four shots in one hand in a row. The accuracy was not guaranteed. Anyway, the muzzle kept jumping around and a bullet was off the target. After firing the empty bullet, he smiled and said to Jerry, who was watching the game: "It's really good. In terms of close range, it feels like a shotgun."

"You are amazing!" Jerry gave him a thumbs up, "I rarely see one-handed shooting M500 continuously, your strength is so strong!"
Chapter completed!