Chapter 27 Shotgun in Hand
It has become Zhang Tuohai's habit to watch regional channels and chat while eating.
At this time, he was cutting grilled wings while watching people chatting in the regional channel.
"Today's harvest was bad, and we can only eat the dry bread left over from yesterday. How miserable."
"You are lucky, you still have bread to eat. Now I can only eat steamed bread, which is made of cornmeal."
"Does anyone have extra food? I haven't eaten in two days. I'm willing to exchange it for the blueprints for making plastic dolls."
"What's the point of plastic dolls? They're heavy, hard to use, and hard to clean. It's better to just do it yourself. Why don't you just leave them there and let them gather dust?"
"The one upstairs has experience. Come on, the microphone is in your mouth. Tell us your story."
The building behind quickly tilted.
"It seems that these people are not hungry yet. They even have the mind to do pornographic things? Should we halve the sales of oil residue?" Zhang Tuohai thought secretly.
Just then, a new comment came in.
"Humph, you poor bastards, I got a pizza today, and it's fruit pizza, aren't you jealous?"
There are seven or eight pictures at the end.
The photographer is very skilled. The lighting are just right. You can tell that they are definitely professional.
Zhang Tuohai glanced at the spokesperson and found it was Fan Mingkun.
Old friend.
Zhang Tuohai still remembers that it was yesterday that Fan Mingkun publicly boycotted his purchase of herbal medicine in the regional channel.
I was beaten back by myself.
Unexpectedly, this kid got lucky today and actually got a box of pizza.
Zhang Tuohai is not too keen on having his hair loose because he has something better.
However, other people in the channel were not calm.
"Wait, you can actually take pictures?"
"Indeed, it is possible. I just tried it. However, you have to actively apply to the system. No wonder I didn't find it before."
"Fuck, pizza! There's fruit on it!"
"Boss, can we trade something? I'm willing to trade 500 ml of water for a pizza."
"Boss, if you just give me a piece of pizza, I will recognize you as the boss, and I will do whatever you tell me to do from now on."
Fan Mingkun sneered, "You poor bastards, you want to exchange 500 ml of water for pizza? No way. Let me tell you, the minimum you have to get is the blueprints of a car modification. Forget about anything else."
"Also, what about Zhang Tuohai? Wasn't he quite arrogant yesterday? I see you're collecting flour today. Are you planning to steam buns or cook noodles? Is pizza good?"
Looking at Fan Mingkun's provocative words, Zhang Tuohai couldn't help but frown.
He didn't want to fight with these people.
However, this person openly provoked me on the regional channel. If I don’t beat him back, how will other people in the regional channel view me?
It will be more difficult to acquire things in the future.
Shoot him to death, must shoot him to death!
Having made the decision, Zhang Tuohai took a photo of the half-eaten grilled wings on the table and posted it online.
"There's no staple food today. I have no choice but to make do with some barbecue."
"Grilled Wings.jig"
"kidney.jig"
"leek.jig"
After a few pictures were posted, the regional channel suddenly became lively.
"Fuck, a boss is a boss, he actually eats barbecue?"
"What kind of wings are these? So big? Almost big enough to fit on the dining table?"
"Big kidneys! Boss, give me a bunch, I'll trade you for gasoline!"
"Oh, big brother, give me a bunch of leeks, and I will cry."
The regional channel was extremely lively, and Zhang Tuohai's private messages were equally lively.
Many people sent private messages, some wanted to worship the big brother, some wanted to exchange, some wanted to beg for alms, and so on.
After many women discovered that they could take photos, they sent some private photos to Zhang Tuohai.
They also said that if Zhang Tuohai was willing to share some barbecue with them, they would give them welfare photos.
"You are such a jerk! Would I be tempted by a mere beauty? You are insulting me!"
Zhang Tuohai angrily saved a few good-looking photos, and then deleted the private messages.
A few photos like asking him to share the barbecue?
too naive.
If it wasn't for the purpose of suppressing Fan Mingkun, he would not have posted the photo.
Isn’t it good to make a fortune in silence?
At this time, Zhang Tuohai's popularity had completely overshadowed Fan Mingkun.
Seeing that there was no hope of a comeback, Fan Mingkun decisively went into hiding.
Seeing that Fan Mingkun was silent, Zhang Tuohai was too lazy to continue talking and continued to enjoy his grilled wings.
After eating half of the grilled wings, Zhang Tuohai felt about 70% full. He then ate two strings of leeks, one string of tiger penis, and two strings of tiger kidneys, but he felt he couldn't eat any more.
"It was a mistake. I baked a little too much."
Zhang Tuohai took a look at the oven. There was still half a roasted wing, six strings of leeks, and four strings of tiger hearts left in it.
"Forget it, be a good person and I'll give these to you."
Zhang Tuohai traded half a fan of grilled wings, six skewers of grilled leeks, and two skewers of grilled tiger hearts to the Su Mu sisters.
"So big?" Su Mu was stunned when he saw the half grilled wing that was almost as tall as himself.
"Well, there are a lot of roasts. Eat slowly. These are just one meal. Don't worry."
Zhang Tuohai replied.
"But these are too much. I can't finish them in two meals." Su Mu looked at such large grilled wings and really didn't know where to start.
"It's okay. You can send the leftovers back. You can stir-fry them with some vegetables tomorrow morning. It will taste good."
Zhang Tuohai is very experienced in this regard.
"Then thank you for your help. By the way, I've found the intermediate-grade wood you asked Xiaoqi to find out about. I'll send it to you right away."
Su Mu said as he sent over the intermediate-grade wood.
"You got it so quickly?" Zhang Tuohai was overjoyed when he saw this.
With the mid-grade wood, he could make a Remington shotgun.
A mere barbecue is nothing. A gun is the key to saving your life.
"I will compensate you at the original price for the supplies you spent," said Zhang Tuohai.
"It didn't cost much, just a few dozen milliliters of water. The seller didn't know the value of this thing, so he sold it to me together with some first-level parts." Su Mu said indifferently.
"Thank you anyway." Zhang Tuohai said as he handed over two packets of turkey noodles.
"Didn't you say you don't have to give it?"
"This is the reward promised to your sister."
After sending the information, Zhang Tuohai immediately went to the manufacturing area and manufactured the Remington M870.
A flash of light passed by, and a black shotgun appeared in Zhang Tuohai's hand.
The muzzle is thick and the lines are smooth, showing the charm of modern industry.
This is the famous M870 shotgun, a weapon that is loved by the military, police and civilians.
Maybe its performance is not the best, but it definitely has the largest number of shares.
This gun has excellent performance, especially in close combat. Even untrained civilians can use it to deal with gangsters that are several times larger than themselves. It is definitely a top-notch self-defense weapon.
Zhang Tuohai was in high spirits with a gun in his hand. He really wanted to find another wild beast to try the power .
