Hong Kong, Tsuen Wan Shooting Range—

As a sports that rich people like, UFO shooting has always been very popular.

As for men, almost all like to ride horses and fight with swords and swords. However, with the development and progress of the times, this design project that came from Western countries and showed its identity as a gentleman has been sought after by many Hong Kong tycoons.

Cha Dongchen likes this shooting sport very much.

In Cha Dongchen's opinion, real men should drink strong wine, ride strong horses, and soak spicy girls. Of course, they must be able to ride horses and fight with perfect shots.

As the chairman of the Hong Kong "Sports Shooting Association", Cha Dongchen not only sets an example, vigorously advocates Hong Kong's development of shooting sports, strives to cultivate shooting players, participate in domestic and foreign shooting competitions, and win glory for Hong Kong; in addition, Cha Dongchen also comes to the Tsuen Wan shooting range in person every week to do one-hour shooting training.

At this time, the grass was growing and the warblers were flying. In the empty shooting range, Cha Dongchen, whose temples were gray, was wearing a gray shooting suit, boots, overalls, and a baseball cap, like a British gentleman hunting look, holding a long shotgun, aiming at the flying saucer that shot into the sky, bang bang bang bang bang, and a series of critical strikes.

The fragments of the flying saucer that were hit fell from the sky, like fireworks, scattered on the empty grass. A gust of wind blew, filled with the smell of pungent gunpowder...

With a bang, Cha Dongchen held a spear and shot another shot at the flying saucer that was released in the sky.

Unfortunately, the flying saucer failed to shoot, with a trace of ridiculous trajectory, crossing the sky and disappearing.

Cha Dongchen breathed, and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Next to him, some executives from the Hong Kong Sports Bureau who watched him perform were applauding inappropriately and praised: "That's so wonderful! Great!"

"What a wonderful thing. I didn't shoot the last shot. Didn't you see these singers!" Cha Dongchen cursed in his heart, but his face was silent, but instead he showed that he was enjoying this kind of praise.

He handed the spear in his hand to the staff around him, Cha Dongchen took a warm white towel from another person, wiped his hands, changed one, and wiped his forehead. Then he turned around and smiled and greeted the senior officials of the General Administration of Sports.

Not long ago, as the chairman of the Hong Kong Shooting Association, Cha Dongchen donated a sum of money to the General Administration of Sports, not too much, only 400,000 or 500,000. Unexpectedly, these guys tasted the sweetness and came to seek "donation" again, saying that the money was not enough. Hong Kong was preparing to build a large shooting hall, which cost a lot. I hope that big guys like Cha Dongchen could generously donate.

Cha Dongchen scoffed at this.

He found out that he had a net worth of 10 billion yuan, and he was indeed not short of this little money, but he would not give out millions for no reason and donate them - he had to hear it even if he wasted, let alone so much money?

These people from the General Administration of Sports are smart and know the essence of it. They told Cha Dongchen that the General Administration of Sports originally had a position of "honorary chairman", but because the Hong Kong Huo family has always spared no effort in the sports industry, this position has been finalized... However, for the development of the sports industry, if the tycoon is willing, their bureau can discuss and set up another position of "vice chairman". I wonder what Cha Dongchen wants?

Cha Dongchen knew very well that he was not qualified to compete with Dabo Huo, the helmsman of the Huo family. Who doesn’t know that Dabo Huo was worried about the country and Hong Kong’s sports cause, and even donated hundreds of millions of property. Even Cha Dongchen had to admire this. At least Cha Dongchen thought that he would never be able to do this.

Since you can't become the "honorary chairman", it should be good to be the "vice chairman". But Cha Dongchen immediately asked the officials with a squinted look: "Can't there be several vice chairman?"

Sure enough, those people were mute.

Cha Dongchen sneered that if a woman marrys more than one person, these people are so savage, but no matter how serious they are, they are not as good as themselves.

Just when the scene was very awkward, Uncle Xiang came over and whispered a few words in Cha Dongchen's ear.

Uncle Xiang flew away, Cha Dongchen threw down the towel, grabbed a cup of juice with straw, and said to the officials of the General Administration of Sports: "Sorry, a friend came - if nothing happened, I'll ask you to drink tea in the future."

The group of people were very tactful and took advantage of the situation and said goodbye to Cha Dongchen in a friendly manner.

In a moment, no one left.

Cha Dongchen felt the straw was troublesome, so he took it out and threw it away, drank it hard at the juice, and then handed the empty juice cup to Uncle Xiang and said, "Let that little boy from Song Zhichao come in!"

...

Song Zhichao walked into the shooting range and saw Cha Dongchen, who was sitting upright on the sun lounger, raising his legs, biting a cigar, and wiping his hunting rifle with an oil cloth.

Song Zhichao walked over, and Jin Jiu wanted to keep up, but was stopped by Axiang next to him.

Jin Jiu glared at Uncle Xiang, and Axiang was not afraid at all. Instead, he said, "Stay there is coffee and tea to drink next to him."

Song Zhichao turned around and said to Jin Jiu: "Just drink a few more cups of coffee for me - check the big guy's coffee should be good."

Then Jin Jiu snorted coldly at Uncle Xiang and went to the rest area next to him to wait.

On this side, Song Zhichao walked straight towards Cha Dongchen, then smiled and found a chair to sit down, and said to Cha Dongchen who was leisurely in his posture: "This gun is good."

"Do you know guns too?" Cha Dongchen looked up, took off the cigar from his mouth, and provoked Song Zhichao with contemptuous eyes.

Cha Dongchen couldn't like this fucking boy who extorted himself eight million yuan and almost sent his beloved son Cha Yongxiao to prison.

"I don't understand it very much, but I can see that you can be so cherished by Mr. Shi, I guess this gun is not much worse."

Cha Dongchen smiled proudly with a cigar in his arms, and patted the spear in his hand with his other hand and said, "You have to be divided into levels when playing with guns. How can an ordinary gun match someone of my identity? I don't even bother to touch it!"

He paused for a moment and said sarcastically: "Just like some people, they are humble from their own origins and think that they can become famous guns after being oiled and replaced by gun chambers. But everyone knows that bird guns are bird guns after all, and they are OK to hit a rabbit. They are placed in displays in a mansion, which will only be embarrassing!"

Song Zhichao smiled: "Mr. Che, don't be so angry. I know you are not happy with me, but I'm here to visit you today. By the way, I want to know the investment project I proposed last time..."

"Investment project? What about opening Cha's restaurant chain in the Soviet Union?" Cha Dongchen smiled, smiling strangely. He stood up, put down the hunting rifle in his hand, then supported his arms on the table, possessed him slightly, and looked at Song Zhichao with his eyes sharply: "Do you think I'm that stupid? Just throwing a bait can make me fool?"

Song Zhichao was shocked, "Mr. Qi, what do you mean?"

"What does it mean? Hahaha!" Cha Dongchen laughed.

Just when Song Zhichao wanted to get up from his seat, a cold female voice said to him behind her back: "Don't move, believe it or not, I will shoot you in the head!"

Looking again, the hunting rifle that Cha Dongchen had placed on the table disappeared at some point.

Song Zhichao slowly turned around and saw the black muzzle pointing at him, while the man holding the gun was a blonde and blue-eyed foreign girl.

The foreign girl has a blond hair tied behind her head, wearing a short black tight leather jacket, and a pair of black tight leather pants under her. She has a concave figure, plump breasts, delicate waist, and high hips... Her slender legs make her look a little taller than Song Zhichao.

Look at her appearance again. She has the angular face unique to Western beauties, her skin is as snowy as she is, her eyelashes, and her big eyes are - a pair of blue eyes, with slightly raised eyes, and her phoenix eyes are filled with evil eyes. At this moment, she stared at Song Zhichao with a smile and said to him: "Do you want to try it? I will blow your head when you move!"

Well, what I said is actually Chinese!
Chapter completed!