C15 Probing

Monster?

Huang Rong Jin would have thought Luo Liang looked like a monster, but even Luo Liang himself was already filled with hatred towards his outfit. "Alright, even if the Ji Ji is one of the clothes that Burmese men like, excluding the skirt, why does the Ji Ji need an expensive suit on top of it?" Then the suit was unbuttoned, revealing a beach shirt that looked like leisure?

"White cloth, are you sure this outfit is popular here?" Luo Liang had asked Bai Bu. As long as Bai Bu said yes, Luo Liang still knew how to respect the customs of a foreign land or was willing to take the initiative and enter a new environment.

Then, Bai Bu nodded his head with certainty. In his mind, he was thinking about his grandfather's basil, his father's resting attire, and his elder brother's tall and straight suit …

However, just like that, the three of them combined into one, and it became the greatest tragedy in the history of Luo Liang — incongruous!

However, despite their incongruity, Huang Rongjin and Sister Yao still courteously invited Luo Liang and his tail of a lackey into the luxurious office on the fourth floor.

As he walked in, Luo Liang took off the suit jacket with a wry smile. The simple change made him no longer look awkward. Even the white cloth beside him mumbled, "It's still better to look at it like this …"

In her heart, she was already regretting that she had chosen a suit.

Hearing her words, Luo Liang snappily gave her a pair of white eyes.

"Hehehe, Brother Luo, please take a seat!" There was also Yao Lao jie who smiled and introduced Huang Rong, "This is the manager, Huang Rong. He is the one in charge of this Eden Plaza!"

"Oh, hello!" Luo Liang's expression was very orthodox as he extended his hand.

Huang Rongjin gave a strange smile as he shook hands with him, "My brother from the family, we won't need to bother with such vulgarity in the future. Hahaha …"

After all, relationships often began with small talk, and only then did it end with a pitifully small talk.

After all this nonsense was said, Huang Rong Jin stared lewdly at the white cloth beside Luo Liang and asked with a smile, "Oh right, Brother Luo, this little sister is …"

Big Sis Yao also wanted to know this question: That damnable Little Four didn't say that he would bring his own "benefits" to work. If he brought his own benefits, then Little Four f * cking couldn't do so much.

"Oh, she is …"

Luo Liang was about to introduce her when Bai Bu proudly patted her chest again. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'm Bai Bu, Bai Bu is my name!"

After she finished speaking, Big Sis Yao and Huang Rongjin looked at each other in time. They could see the shock and suspicion in each other's eyes: This little girl's surname is Bai, could she be related to the Bai family?

Thus, Huang Rongjin secretly gave Yao Sis a look, hinting for her to carry on with the conversation.

However, there was no need for others to beat around the bush with the white cloth, because she very quickly introduced herself: "My father is the mayor of Yellow Bird City! "Haha …"

After saying that, Yao Lao jie's pupils slightly contracted. This was the first time she realized what Xiao Si had secretly told her earlier. Perhaps it really wasn't a joke, and it might be a little tricky to deal with.

As for Huang Rongjin, a dignified look flashed across his face. But, he quickly recovered and laughed heartily as he extended his hand out. "Hahaha …" "So it's the Bai Clan's Miss Bai Bu. For you to be able to visit my store, it is truly my honor. Hahaha …"

After saying that, he fell into the same trap that Luo Liang had used earlier.

After everyone had settled into their seats, Big Sister Yao smiled as she continued to exchange pleasantries, giving Huang Rongjin a meaningful glance as she said: "That's right Manager Huang, Little Four has given us the orders. Since Brother Luo has come to help us cover the winery, shouldn't we also order some good things for him?"

Good stuff?

"Oh, this is only natural, it's necessary!" After realizing what was going on, Huang Rongjin turned around and walked towards the huge office desk. Opening the drawer, he took out two handguns.

When he sat back down, the two guns had already been delivered to the table beside Luo Liang. "Brother Luo, which one do you want?" Hehe, I'm sorry, but I've only had two guns idle these past two days. I'll change them for you in a few days! "

A pistol, a pistol again …

At this moment, Luo Liang felt like he had returned to the days when his old man took him to hunt and train with his gun in the wilderness. His old man and his other brothers who had come and gone all of a sudden, often took out all kinds of firearms to torture him.

That period of time … It was a short period of time, but it was the day that Luo Liang missed the most!

Thinking about all this, Luo Liang's face slightly darkened. He thought about how he was forced to leave his hometown, and the vow he had made at the entrance of the cave: 'Monkey King' (Dialect, meaning 'unpromising'), so he came back …

Was he going to have his own pistol now?

In the middle of the charge, Luo Liang reached out and gripped one of the pistols. He knew that this gun could only be fired from one hand, and the ring around the trigger was also the tool for loading the gun. The hand holding the gun used his index finger to pull the trigger on the other side, and as long as the force and angle were correct, the gun could be loaded.

However, the shot was not far from him. It felt soft and weak.

Then there was the last one. Luo Liang realized that he was familiar with this gun as well. Old Man Luo had introduced this gun to many different types. The result of continuously upgrading it was something that was much better than before.

And this pistol, Father Luo said it was the last one!

Father Luo also said that it was originally very difficult for these guns to get here. However, as the American soldiers fought in Vietnam and since the arms business was very popular, many of these guns came to the northern part of Myanmar outside the Chinese border.

This gun was made in America!

It was fitting, very beautiful, very simple. The sleeve and barrel weren't very long, and they were carried or even hidden on the body, followed by a slightly larger scope. The handle of the gun was also very beautiful, with a grid pattern carved into the side of some walnut grip, making it very difficult to slip it off.

"I'll take this!" Is it for me? " Luo Liang had made up his mind, but he was a bit uncertain afterwards.

Seeing that he had made the final decision, a strange light flashed across Huang Rongjin's eyes as he smiled and asked: "Oh right, Brother Luo, you used to … Have you ever played with a gun? "

"Yes!" Luo Liang nodded his head in affirmation. The instant Huang Rongjin locked gazes with Sis Yao, he continued, "At that time, there were still gunpowder guns and crossbows. Wild games are really exciting!"

"Huh?" Sis Yao was surprised and disappointed.

However, Huang Rong Jin did not give up and asked: "Brother Luo, why did you choose this spear? And that gun was not good? "

Actually, the pistol Luo Liang had given up on earlier was a Type 77 pistol, while the last one was a Type 1911 pistol, which was also the best Model M15.

Therefore, as long as one understood something, they would usually choose the latter.

However, the answer to Luo Liang's question about whether he understood goods or not was not limited to just Huang Rongjin. It was also something that both Big Sis Yao and Bai Bu were looking forward to.

Then, Luo Liang laughed. "Haha, the other spear looks even better. It might be even more valuable …"

What he said was the truth. He was so honest that both Big Sis Yao and Huang Rongjin felt cold sweat dripping down their foreheads at the same time!

So they looked at each other again: [Does this guy really not know or is he pretending not to?]

In a villa in the new city, Fan Yingchong was currently enjoying a snack with his family. Suddenly, his phone rang. He apologetically kissed each of his children, getting up and walking to the side.

"As expected, he chose M15. Hur Hur, good!" "But, is this fellow a ticking time bomb from the Bai Clan or Zhao San's dog 'eyes'?" Closing the phone, Fan Ying laughed. "Regardless, I don't care who sent him. Since he's here, I'll take care of him. Hehehe …"