"You want to buy an antique gun as a birthday present for your father?"
The shopkeeper was very surprised, and so were the customers in the store.
No wonder they would react like this. Customers who came to Gun Street usually had only one goal, to buy the gun they fancied and with appropriate power, whether it was a pistol or rifle.
There were also people who bought antique guns, but this group was very specific.
At least, there would not be a high school student.
The reason was simple. Most antique guns had lost their functionality and were also very expensive.
To some extent, they had become luxury goods that ordinary high school students could not afford. High school students who could afford them had other channels to obtain better guns.
However, the reason Tang Qi gave made it impossible to find fault.
A seemingly well-off "second generation rich", buying an antique gun as a gift for his gun-loving father, who could pick on that?
Of course, Tang Qi would not say that his biological father had already passed away.
The reason he wanted to buy an antique gun was, of course, to find a means of self-defense.
With firearms available, Tang Qi would naturally not go for knives, guns or clubs.
It was just that due to his age, he could not purchase those powerful new firearms, so he set his sights on antique guns.
The reason he did not choose to take risks and find some grey channels to purchase real guns.
First, he was unwilling to expose his current carefully crafted identity, and second, he had not yet reached the point where he had to take risks.
Antique guns, as long as he chose those that still retained their functionality as much as possible, would be enough.
Although his original body may not have had much knowledge of firearms, Tang Qi himself had quite a bit.
In his previous life, he was also a gun enthusiast and had specially gone to the United States for an experience. He was also very keen on antique guns. Relying on the developed Internet, he had accumulated a lot of related knowledge.
But here, a high school student would definitely not be proficient in antique gun restoration knowledge.
Because the Internet had not appeared yet.
The current civilization of the Blue Star, where Tang Qi originated, just happened to be stuck at this node.
Realizing this, the brawny white shopkeeper immediately changed from solemn to enthusiastic. At this moment, the way he looked at Tang Qi was like looking at an extremely intimate... cash cow.
"Selling an antique gun can pay for half a month of this crummy store."
The shopkeeper muttered in his heart, while very enthusiastically leading Tang Qi into the store.
In front of the innermost counter, with a "bang", a very thick catalog fell in front of Tang Qi.
The cover was a very ancient flintlock gun.
The shopkeeper slapped the catalog, very proud: "I like filial people the most. Take your time choosing. In all of Gun Street, when it comes to collecting antique guns, none can compare with me. See one you like, just say so, I'll give you a 10% discount."
As the shopkeeper spoke, Tang Qi had already opened the catalog.
The price of the first antique gun caught Tang Qi's eye, and he barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
Expensive, very expensive.
Although Tang Qi had only been in this world for a short time, he already had a good grasp of prices.
The prices of antique guns in this catalog were probably ten times or even hundreds of times more than new guns.
Less powerful but prices ten or even hundreds of times higher, no wonder Tang Qi wanted to roll his eyes, no wonder the shopkeeper was so generous.
Unfortunately, a 10% discount could not conceal the essence of robbery.
But now Tang Qi did not have much choice but to flip through patiently.
After just a few pages, Tang Qi was somewhat immersed.
Like antique knives and swords, antique guns also possessed an artistic charm that could move people, a mixture of years and iron and blood, the collision of steel and gunpowder.
If he hadn't come on this trip with a purpose, Tang Qi really would have liked to appreciate them properly.
Especially since the Blue Star, where Tang Qi originated, was similar to Earth in his previous life in some ways, but differed in many other ways. As reflected in firearms, Blue Star firearms were more exaggerated and wild.
Various antique guns that made one's blood boil, after being soaked in the years, exuded an irresistible aura.
After seriously appreciating a few pages, Tang Qi flipped through quickly, showing the appearance of only looking at the appearance to choose a gift, making the shopkeeper even more convinced that a big deal was about to be made.
Soon, Tang Qi selected about a dozen antique guns.
Most of them still retained their functionality, while a few were used as cover and were basically only good enough to be displayed on shelves as works of art.
"Shopkeeper, these will do, I want to see the actual items."
"No problem!"
For a potential major customer, the brawny white shopkeeper was very patient.
He summoned two sexy female attendants in the store, and soon a dozen boxes were placed in front of Tang Qi.
The first box opened, and Tang Qi immediately saw a gleaming golden pistol, ivory handle, gold plated gun body, with just one glance enough to let people know that its first owner must have been extremely rich and powerful, and its power must have been extraordinary.
The shopkeeper's introduction came at the right time: "Warkryon gold pistol, custom made by the illustrious slave master Earl William for his descendants and subordinates. There are less than 100 left in the world, this is my store treasure."
Listening to the introduction, Tang Qi did not even raise his eyelids and looked directly at the second box.
A gold pistol?
Tang Qi was buying for self-defense, not to attract thieves.
The second box was much more reliable when opened, revealing a left-handed revolver with a strong Western style, simple and crude styling, wooden handle, lightweight gun body, obviously very well maintained.
"Kid, this used to be the favorite of cowboys in the Wild West. The Colt revolver, a perfect combination of simplicity and power, any man is sure to love it."
Tang Qi suppressed a little excitement and continued to look at the third box.
This time there were two large-caliber short-barreled pistols.
The thick caliber, silver gun body, with just one glance one could imagine the exploding gunpowder and intense sulfur smell.
"Kid, you've discovered my heart's delight. This is a pair of Silver Hunters, Silver Hunting Company only made 1,000 pairs, if you don't give me a price that moves my heart, you can't take them away."
Obviously, this pair of pistols were very eye-catching, as Tang Qi had already heard quite a few sounds of people swallowing their saliva.
To be honest, Tang Qi was also extremely tempted.
This pair of large-caliber short-barreled pistols were fully functional, there was no need to look to know their power when fired.
However, with the idea of not missing a good thing, Tang Qi suppressed his impatience and continued to look down.
Next, box after box opened, revealing antique guns of various styles and ages.
The shopkeeper showed no impatience at all, giving detailed introductions to everything, displaying the knowledge of an ash-level collector, opening Tang Qi's eyes wide.
By the time there was only one box left, Tang Qi had not seen anything that could surpass the pair of "Silver Hunters".
Just as Tang Qi was about to make up his mind, the sexy female attendant in front of him opened the last box.
Tang Qi, who was about to open his mouth to buy the Silver Hunters, suddenly paused.
"Huh"
At the same time as the exclamation in his heart, Tang Qi's breath was also imperceptibly disordered for a moment.
His eyelids flew down quickly, focusing to see the special interface that appeared in his pupils.
There, the two striking characters "strange thing" appeared abruptly, bringing Tang Qi an almost uncontrolled surprise.