Yang Chun unwrapped the paper package, revealing gleaming bullets. "Outside? Do you think gold is just lying around waiting for you to pick it up?" He loaded the bullets into the magazine one by one. "I intend to face my rivals right here on this turf!"
Wang Sharan, eager to please, chimed in, "On this turf, it's you and Brother Qiu who call the shots."
Yang Chun shook his head. "It used to be us brothers in control, but now our territory is being encroached upon."
Feigning bravery, Wang Sharan puffed out his chest. "Have you found out who it is? I'll take care of them!"
Yang Chun glanced at him. "You? Don't embarrass yourself. You wouldn't even know where to start."
Wang Sharan smiled sheepishly. "Your gun isn't as flashy as Brother Qiu's." Realizing his slip, fear crept into his eyes.
Yang Chun paused, speaking almost to himself. "Qiu always liked to show off, using an American M15 officer's pistol, adorned with pearls. When he needed it, he couldn't even draw it out." He slammed the magazine into the gun with a click.
Wang Sharan quickly tried to recover from his mistake, pounding his chest. "Brother Qiu is gone, but you still have us!"
Yang Chun looked at the setting sun, his voice heavy. "To fight a tiger, you need your own brothers. If Qiu were still here, I wouldn't be in this mess, reduced to working with the likes of you."
With that, he pulled the gun's slide back and slowly aimed it at Wang Jun'er...
"Bang!" The deafening sound echoed, and the bullet hit the target dead center.
At the National Defense Park Shooting Club, Guo Xiaopeng, wearing earmuffs, skillfully fired his AK47 equipped with a laser sight, hitting the target repeatedly and earning cheers from the onlookers. As the last shot rang out, the shredded target slid back in front of him, showing all bullseyes except for one.
The club manager praised, "Chairman Guo, your marksmanship is unparalleled! Truly a master of both mind and body." Guo Xiaopeng, unimpressed, replied indifferently, "As long as your eyesight is good, anyone can hit the mark with this gun."
The manager enthusiastically introduced the rifle. "This is our country's latest AK7 sniper rifle, with an effective range of a thousand meters. Each platoon in the field army only gets one, specifically for targeting enemy officers and rocket launchers. Have you used this rifle before?"
Lin Xiaoliang boasted, "My brother has used every kind of gun. He's even flown an F16 fighter jet in the US!"
The manager, deeply impressed, said, "I served in the military for sixteen years, and I've never met a legendary figure like Chairman Guo."
Dressed in branded sportswear, Guo Xiaopeng put on his sunglasses and left the shooting range, surrounded by admirers.
From a newly parked Ferrari, Liu Mei jumped out and hurried over. She approached Guo Xiaopeng, calling out, "Chairman!"
The crowd dispersed, sensing the need for privacy. Guo Xiaopeng frowned, lighting a cigarette.
Liu Mei spoke softly, "The computer center reported that Wang Jingfei wants to review the group's financial records."
Guo Xiaopeng, his face unreadable behind his dark glasses, ordered Lin Xiaoliang sternly, "Go to the computer center and notify Director Chen Ran. The financial records of Haizhou Building and the group company should be fully accessible to Manager Wang Jingfei. The authorization letter must be in his hands by tomorrow morning."
Lin Xiaoliang quickly sped off in his Toyota.
Guo Xiaopeng dialed the computer center director's office. "Chen Ran? Come to the golf course immediately."
In a large, sweltering shed on a deserted island, dozens of henchmen in military raincoats and rubber gloves stirred large cauldrons of black, viscous liquid with thick wooden sticks. Strong Min, now a gang leader, shouted commands. "Work faster! Keep the fire hot! Once these batches are done, we eat. Today's meal includes extra braised pork! Oh, the boss is here!"
Lu Hui entered, covering his nose. Strong Min pointed to boxes of the black, tar-like substance. Lu Hui tasted it, nodded in approval. "Not bad. Iron Pillar, you've done well. Increased both quantity and quality. You didn't just make pottery back home, did you?"
Strong Min, modestly, replied, "I worked in village and township enterprises. I even managed a factory for a while."
Lu Hui asked, "Why did you leave?"
Strong Min, embarrassed, said, "Because of a woman."
"A woman?" Lu Hui was intrigued. "Tell me more."