Texas is rich in cowboys, and people here love pickup trucks the most. People here love guns and they are determined to own guns. Texas agriculture is very developed, and those farmers were once despised as Red Neck, but now Texas people call themselves Red Neck. What do people here say? Relatively speaking, they are more tough.

It is precisely because of the various characteristics of Texas that there is a suitable place for more military companies to come out. In addition, there is no state tax collection here, and this is the most important thing.

Redneck means a country bumpkin, but Texas not only has agriculture, but also has only nasa. The oil, electronics and financial industries are also very developed. For the reason, Texas does not collect state taxes is a very important reason.

The above is Gao Yang’s impression of Texas.

When he arrived in Houston, Gao Yang followed Morgan to register his company, and the rest was the evening cocktail party.

Gao Yang knew that many things in Texas were different from New York and the entire North, but he believed that since it was a gathering in the upper class, even if there was a difference, it would not be too big. After all, it was a cocktail party. A group of well-dressed people chatted casually and drank some wine, which was just that.

But when it came to the matter, Gao Yang realized that he was wrong. First of all, the party was not in Houston or in the suburbs. It was true that the party was held in the suburbs, but it was not a villa but a farm, and it was not the so-called farm where green grass was used to view. The place he passed along the way was really full of endless farmland on both sides of the road.

As the saying goes, he is adaptable to the local customs, but Gao Yang found that he still couldn't adapt because Morgan did not take a luxury car, but rented an off-road vehicle for his driver to drive.

Gao Yang attended two cocktail parties, but both times they were after dark, and the sun was still high here. The cocktail party was about to begin.

"The owner we are visiting is Murray, Murray Perry, who is a native of Texas. What we are going to is the farm run by his family for generations. He is mainly engaged in the oil industry. He has a good relationship with me, so I came after receiving the invitation, and I have asked him to introduce some people who are useful to you."

Gao Yang knocked his head and said with confusion: "Oil tycoon?"

Morgan tilted his head and thought for a while, saying, "Does it count? It's okay! He produces oil equipment, but does not mine oil fields by himself, but he invests in equipment to participate in oil production. Some of the oil fields in the Gulf of Mexico are not considered tycoons, but they are still quite influential."

Gao Yang pointed out of the car window in confusion and said, "The oil tycoon lives in such a place?"

Morgan smiled and said, "I said, he is from Texas, and has been for generations."

Speaking of this, Morgan drove off the highway and turned on a dirt road. Gao Yang couldn't help but pull his plaid shirt, and then said with a discomfort: "A oil tycoon. Isn't it easier to walk on the road leading to his home?"

Morgan shrugged, "Red neck, they like this."

Gao Yang saw a tree, and when he entered the woods, he saw the house. Then there was a car. Although he knew that the people who came to attend the cocktail party were not rich or noble, the cars parked in front of the house were mostly pickup trucks and off-road vehicles.

Gao Yang breathed and said, "I can't figure out the cocktail party for Texas."

Morgan smiled and said, "The effect is the same as a drink party, but the form is, um, you will know it when you look at it. In short, you won't need to walk around with a wine glass. People here have their own way of communicating."

Morgan's driver stopped the car. Gao Yang took a coat and got out of the car. The temperature difference in Texas was very large. It was March, and Gao Yang felt a little hot under the sun. But once the sun set, it would be cold.

When Gao Yang put on his coat, he saw an old man with gray hair raised his hand at Morgan and shouted: "Hi, Morgan! Welcome you, my old friend."

Morgan also shouted loudly: "Morry, my friend, are you okay?"

Gao Yang followed Morgan and walked towards the master, but just after he took two steps, he suddenly heard gunshots.

Subconsciously, really subconsciously, Gao Yang grabbed Morgan's arm and dragged it back, then grabbed Morgan's neck with one hand and blocked him behind him, and then pulled out the gun with the other hand.

Unfortunately, Gao Yang didn't have a gun on his body because he was attending a cocktail party, and Gao Yang didn't wait until he touched the gun before realizing this. He pushed Morgan and retreated.

Murray was stunned when he looked at Gao Yang, and Morgan, who was pushed back by Gao Yang, tried hard to break free from Gao Yang's hand, and then shouted: "Hi, hey, stop! Hell, what are you doing!"

Gao Yang felt that he might have been overreacting, but there was no way. He had been on the battlefield for too long and had been shot with a gun too many times. When he heard the gunshots and the gunshots were unknown, his first reaction was to fight back, and his second reaction was to run away quickly.

Morgan pushed Gao Yang's hand away and said helplessly: "What are you doing!"

The gunshots were still ringing, Gao Yang pointed to the direction where the gunshots came, and said inexplicably: "What are you doing? That's the gunshots, and they're very close!"

Murray walked towards Morgan and said with a strange look on his face: "Your bodyguard?"

Morgan said with a dark look on his face: "No, he is my friend, the Gao, Gao, this is Murray Perry."

When Gao Yang reached out his hand and shook hands with Murray, Murray laughed and said, "Haha, don't care, they just started the entertainment before the meal."

Gao Yang forced a smile and said, "Uh, sorry, I think I'm a little nervous."

Murray smiled and said to Gao Yang: "New Yorker? You can tell from your leather shoes that no one here will wear these exquisite handmade leather shoes, because the land here is not suitable for leather shoes. Only New Yorkers will wear these shoes in Texas."

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "No, I came from New York, but I'm not a New Yorker."

Morgan waved his hand and said, "Okay, high, go and have fun behind you and you will like it."

After bypassing the house, Gao Yang realized that the so-called cocktail party was nonsense and the barbecue conference was real. The game before the meal was not a few people gathered together to chat, but a group of people were shooting wildly with guns in their arms.

Strictly speaking, Gao Yang is a rough man. This kind of wine party that shoots first and then grills is more suitable for him. If you drink beer at a barbecue conference, it can also be called a cocktail party.

There are many barbecue racks, but the fire has not yet started. There are dozens of white plastic chairs. A few of them are sitting on a dozen men and women. Some of them are holding rifles and shooting at the iron target placed on the open space behind the house. The place is spacious enough to shoot at the fullest.

Murray picked up a bottle of beer, opened it and handed it to Gao Yang, and then smiled and said, "Let's have fun, it's time to have fun before meals."

The crackling sound of shooting was very loud, and it was impossible to have a conversation in this situation. Therefore, whether it was a social cocktail party or a social barbecue party, you had to wait until this slightly unique entertainment event stopped.

Morgan also held a bottle of beer and shouted: "Go and have fun, say hello to everyone."

Murray said loudly: "Gao is a Chinese, right? In my impression, Chinese are not very good at shooting, but Chinese are very good at playing cards. Wait for a while and you can play Texas Hold'em."

Gao Yang didn't say anything, just raised the bottle of wine and smiled and took a sip, while Morgan shouted to Murray: "Man, I've told you many times, with stereotypes to judge that something will happen to people, and you've made a big mistake now."

Murray said disapprovingly: "I don't understand what you are talking about. OK, man, let's talk later, I have to go and greet the guests."

He patted Morgan on the shoulder, Murray left, and Gao Yang leaned against Morgan and shouted: "Their entertainment activities are quite unique."

Morgan smiled and said, "No one hates guns here, but the most important thing is that Murray likes shooting sports. Okay, you can't be too reserved here. Go and say hello to them in the way you are best at."

Gao Yang nodded and smiled, "I'm going."

Holding the beer bottle, Gao Yang walked to the back of a table full of guns. Six people lined up and shot in front of the table. It was not a competition. No one had any specific targets, they just shot randomly.

Gao Yang looked at it and there were people holding semi-automatic rifles and shooting with pistols. The guns on the table were quite complete, and basically all the common guns in the United States were there.

Gao Yang picked up a 1911, then picked up two magazines, stood on the edge of a lined wall of people, and then raised his gun and started firing.

Others are entertainment, Gao Yang is also entertainment, but it’s okay to play other things, but playing with guns, Gao Yang’s entertainment is not entertainment.

After several shots from Dangdang, Gao Yang changed into a new magazine and shot again. When he finished shooting the second magazine, he felt that his shooting method was a bit too much.

Every time a bullet hits the iron plate, it will make a ding sound. This is originally a dingdang gun shooting in entertainment mode. The dingdang sound is normal, but the dingdang sound and the echo become a line, which is not normal.

Gao Yang realized that his shooting method was a bit too much, so he deliberately slowed down and started to shoot slowly one shot at a time. It was still the same accurate, but at least the sound would not be connected.

After firing two shots, Gao Yang discovered the abnormality.

It was so quiet. When Gao Yang glanced right, he found that all the six people who were still shooting just now were not moving, and they were staring at him sideways.

Gao Yang, who swallowed and knew that he would easily reveal his identity as soon as he fired the gun, sighed helplessly. The power of habit was too powerful, so powerful that he could not suppress the bullets from being poured out at the fastest speed when he picked up the gun.

Gao Yang's way of greeting him was too impactful, and the impact was so strong that others could not ignore him.

Finally, after knocking out the last bullet, Gao Yang picked up the two empty magazines he had thrown from the ground and planned to put them back on the table, a strong man with big and thick face said excitedly: "Man, how did you shoot just now? Do it again." (To be continued)
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