After all, the people on this ship were all people of status and power, and what he hated most was seeing those rich young men wasting his replica gun bullets; he found it extremely distasteful.
"This...a minute seems a bit too much to ask." Han Shilan had some understanding of these things. Although she didn't know how to assemble them, she could at least take her time.
However, the boss wanted it assembled within one minute.
Too difficult
"Then you can leave, or you can pay ten times the price for ten chances to use bullets. Ten times the price would cost two hundred US dollars." The American boss's eyes flashed with disdain, and then he held up two fingers and said.
"What? Two hundred US dollars! This is obviously extortion! Why don't they just rob us? It would cost more than a thousand yuan."
Han Shilan's lips twitched involuntarily. She turned to look at Yang Feng, took his hand, and said, "Let's go. This is no fun anymore. It's such a rip-off..."
The next moment, Yang Feng smiled slightly and stood up, his gaze meeting Han Shilan's beautiful eyes, and said, "Why leave? Why shouldn't we take the unlimited hits that are free?"
"Huh?"
Han Shilan was momentarily disoriented by Yang Feng's words, then saw Yang Feng walk over and pick up the disassembled replica AK from the table.
"Hmph..." The American boss sneered inwardly when he saw Yang Feng come up to assemble the equipment. He guessed that Yang Feng didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend, so he just came up to give it a try.
Anyway, the result is the same.
He stood there, ready to watch the young Chinese man make a fool of himself.
Yang Feng carefully examined the parts in his hand, a smile curving his lips. He looked up at his American boss and said calmly, "You can start the timer now. I'll begin assembly."
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 337 Breaking Records
"Oh? Are you sure...?"
The American boss's eyes widened slightly. He put down his water glass and looked at Yang Feng with a questioning expression before speaking.
"Hmm, otherwise?" Yang Feng shrugged and replied casually.
"Alright then." The American boss had no choice but to take out a timer and start timing.
Immediately, Yang Feng's hands also began to move, very quickly, and the parts were installed perfectly without any mistakes.
The American boss was almost dumbfounded when he saw this.
How is that possible?!
The speed at which they assemble these guns is terrifying!
That was incredibly fast!
It seemed to be even faster than the Chinese man he had met last time.
Are all Chinese people monsters?
Everyone who came here was so powerful.
Seeing Yang Feng assembling the guns so earnestly, Han Shilan's heart skipped a beat.
Long time no see, still as handsome as ever!
Although he wasn't as handsome as the stars on TV dramas, in her opinion, none of them could compare to Yang Feng.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Not to mention, Yang Feng was already very outstanding.
Outstanding people naturally attract many outstanding girls.
For a moment, Han Shilan felt a little smug. Looking at the shocked face of the American boss, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile.
Ultimately, the time stopped at nineteen seconds, breaking the previous record.
The American boss almost fainted. Yesterday, a young Chinese man broke the record in twenty seconds, and today another Chinese man broke the record.
How can he do business now? All the balloons and bullets here will probably be wasted today.
It seems we need to set a rule that Chinese people cannot participate in this game...
"Alright, boss, check the time, hasn't it broken the record?" Yang Feng smiled confidently, put down the replica AK in his hand, and looked at his boss with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
"This, this... yes... you broke the record for the 20-second record with a speed of 19 seconds." The American boss finally accepted the fact and said helplessly.
"Then can we fire an unlimited number of bullets today?" Han Shilan asked excitedly.
"Yes, that's right. I keep my word and will never go back on my word!" The American boss nodded seriously in reply. Although it was just a small business, he would definitely keep his promise.
"Then bring the bullets, let's start shooting the balloons," Yang Feng said casually.
Then, the American boss placed a tray of bullets on the table, feeling quite helpless. In fact, this was the last tray of bullets; the other tray of fifty rounds from yesterday had been used up by that young Chinese man.
As the man left, the American boss even wrote down his name: Ye Aotian… truly a name that suits him perfectly!
She's incredibly arrogant.
Before leaving, he even said it was boring...