Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 495 Weapon Exhibition Hall

Fortunately, Chen Shanhe surrendered, otherwise several people in the arsenal would have been knocked down by Yang Jun.

That night, Yang Jun did not go back, but stayed at the arsenal guest house.

Early in the morning, Yang Anguo knocked on the door, holding breakfast in his hand.

"Brother, it's time for breakfast."

Yang Jun had gotten up early, but he just didn't want to go to the cafeteria to eat.

"have you eaten?"

Yang Jun said as he sat down to eat.

Breakfast is very simple, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and a plate of vegetarian fried buns.

Breakfast must be specially arranged, and ordinary employees cannot eat these.

"Ate."

Yang Anguo responded and stood motionless on the edge.

Yang Jun picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite.

"Not bad, quite crispy."

The reason why the fried dough sticks are so crispy is that they have been deep-fried and put back into the pan.

After Yang Jun finished speaking, when no one responded, he raised his head and glanced at Yang Anguo.

This guy's Adam's apple was moving up and down, and he was swallowing saliva.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

"Why are you standing there stupidly after eating? Aren't you afraid that your saliva will fall into my bowl?"

Yang Jun believed that he had eaten, but his food was definitely not soy milk, fried dough sticks and fried buns. This kind of food was not something he could eat at his level.

"Brother, I have...I have something to ask you."

Yang Anguo said uneasily.

"No." Yang Jun decisively refused.

"Brother, can you listen to what I have to say before rejecting it?" Yang Anguo said with a playful smile.

"As soon as you stick your butt out, I know what you're going to do?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't it enough to have a [-] for self-defense? You're just messing around."

Yang Anguo is a gun fan. He has played with all the firearms in the security department. Now, he is considered half a firearms expert.

When he opened his mouth, Yang Jun knew that he wanted to take the good guy back.

"Brother, Wusi is too old and the game is not exciting enough. I also want to get a hold of the Browning in your hand."

Hey, this guy is really not stupid. His Browning automatic pistol is the latest product at present. It has a continuous fire setting. As soon as the trigger is pulled, the bullets are gone in an instant.

Although the accuracy is a bit poor, it is very lethal.

"Okay, isn't it Browning? I'll give you a handful later."

Yang Jun said.

"Thank you bro."

When Yang Anguo heard this, he almost jumped up with joy.

Yang Jun looked at it, his eyelids twitching.

For such a big person, he still looks like a child.

Isn't it Browning? There are many of them in his space.

At this time, the door of the room rang twice, and Ma Juzi came in.

"Brother, Director Chen is here and waiting downstairs."

"So fast?"

Yang Jun looked at his watch and saw that it was already time to go to work.

Today is Monday, and the arsenal works normally.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Jun hurriedly finished the rest of his meal, put on his coat and went down.

"Brother Chen, I'm sorry to make you wait."

When he got downstairs, he saw Chen Shanhe already waiting downstairs.

In addition to him, there was also a guard.

"It's okay. I just arrived. Did you have a good rest last night?" Chen Shanhe said.

"It's a good rest. It's no different from being at home."

Chen Shanhe smiled when he heard this.

Then he took Yang Jun away.

Today, Yang Jun mainly wanted a few guys to take advantage of, so Chen Shanhe took him directly to the weapons exhibition hall of the arsenal.

The exhibition hall is not far from the guest house. A few people walked there without driving.

There are guards guarding the entrance to the weapons exhibition hall.

As soon as he saw Chen Shanhe, he gave a military salute and then let them in without asking any questions.

Obviously, Chen Shanhe had already said hello.

A group of five people entered the weapons exhibition hall and were immediately attracted by the various weapons.

Displayed in the museum are various weapons that have been researched and produced since the establishment of the arsenal. Some are self-made and some are copies of foreign products.

There are machine guns, mortars, pistols, rifles, submachine guns, grenades, bullets of various calibers, and even gasoline barrels that appeared on the previous battlefield.

Yang Jun had seen most of these weapons and had used them before. He had even touched the latest models.

Coming from a later generation, he had never seen any weapons, and these so-called new weapons were just that in his eyes.

Yang Jun was not interested in those pistols, rifles, bayonets and the like, and came directly to the submachine gun.

Looking at the Johnson M1941 semi-automatic rifle on the counter, Yang Jun's eyes flashed with heat.

This stuff is good stuff.

I think Shunliu was using this gun back then. It could be used as both a rifle and a sniper rifle. Although the range and power were not very good, the advantage was that it fired continuously and had a built-in scope.

"Brother Chen, can I take whatever I like?"

Chen Shanhe had been following him. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said as if he didn't care.

"Of course, take it as you like. If you don't mind the trouble, you can take the howitzer away at any time if you see it."

Chen Shanhe pointed at the huge howitzer in the hall.

"What do I want with that stuff? I can just pick out a few of them."

As Yang Jun said that, he took out the Johnson M1941 from the counter and played with it, then squinted and took a look outside.

"Brother Chen, do you have the matching bullets?"

Chen Shanhe pondered for a moment and said: "No, but if you need it, I will have someone produce a batch for you right away." Yang Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

As expected of the director of an arsenal, it only takes one sentence to decide what specifications of bullets to produce.

"Brother Chen, don't bother. If you don't need so many, one is enough."

Yang Jun thought that he had a copy space. As long as he had a bullet, he could copy a huge arsenal.

"One?"

Chen Shanhe was startled when he heard this, but he didn't ask why, so he said,
"If you don't need much, I can get it for you at the warehouse."

"Hey, Brother Chen, you know that I am also a soldier, and I especially like to collect all kinds of weapons. These guys are just decorations. When there is nothing wrong, fire a few shots and listen to the sound." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Okay, I understand, you go ahead and choose."

After Chen Shanhe finished speaking, he asked his guards to write down the model of the bullet.

After hearing this, Yang Jun was not polite and started picking guns directly.

"I want this."

Yang Jun pointed at the Browning fully automatic rifle.

This rifle is amazing. It basically functions as a machine gun. It has a large magazine capacity of 30 rounds. When the trigger is pulled, the click is very shocking.

"I want this too."

After a while, Yang Jun picked out five or six guns, including MP5 submachine guns, PM-63 submachine guns, Scorpion assault rifles, Galil rifles and so on.

"Brother Chen, let's pick these today. Please match each gun with a bullet."

After hearing this, Chen Shanhe said nothing and asked the guards to write down Yang Jun's request.

"No more picking?"

"Hey, if I pick again, Brother Chen will be in trouble."

Yang Jun also wants to move the entire weapons exhibition hall home, but this is unrealistic.

With a few guns, Chen Shanhe could still make the decision, but if there were too many, he would be in trouble.

After all, guns need to be strictly controlled.

"Okay, I better understand me."

Chen Shanhe looked at the selected guns and said, "I will ask someone to get all the bullets as soon as possible and take them back together when we leave."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Chen." Yang Jun thanked him repeatedly.

Afterwards, several people left the exhibition hall.

When leaving, I saw Yang Anguo looking reluctant to leave.

After leaving the weapons exhibition hall, Yang Jun was ready to go back.

In fact, the people from the transportation team of the steel rolling mill went back early in the morning. If it weren't for picking up a few items, Yang Jun would have gone back with the team.

When leaving, Chen Shanhe personally walked him to the gate. At the same time, he also packed the weapons he picked in a wooden box and put them in the trunk.

Chen Shanhe pulled Yang Jun aside and quietly handed him a paper bag.

Yang Jun touched it with his hand and found it was hard.

"Brother Yang, I won't thank you for your kindness. If you need me in the future, just ask."

"Hey, Brother Chen, it's my turn to say thank you. You also helped me a lot."

Yang Jun smiled and patted the hard paper bag.

In the paper bag were bullets of various specifications that Chen Shanhe had given him.

"Okay, let's not say those polite words. Green mountains will not change, green water will always flow." Chen Shanhe patted Yang Jun on the shoulder and said.

"The green hills do not change, and the green waters flow."

After saying that, Yang Jun got in the car.

Without the drag of a convoy, the jeep drove very fast.

Along the way, Yang Anguo never moved his eyes away from the wooden box and kept mumbling.

"If you keep mumbling, believe it or not, I will let you go back on your legs."

Yang Jun couldn't stand Tang Monk chanting sutras anymore, so he kicked him.

"Brother, why don't we go hunting in the mountains this weekend so that I can enjoy my handiwork?"

Yang Anguo was not angry but happy, and implored shamelessly to Yang Jun.

"Do you have bullets? Besides, who have you seen hunting with machine guns and submachine guns?"

Yang Jun's choice of gun this time was also purposeful.

His space contained a Mosingana rifle and a Browning fully automatic pistol, but lacked a submachine gun.

Most of the items I picked this time are submachine guns.

It's not that he has a hobby of collecting weapons, but just in case, weapons of various firepower must be equipped.

Just like when he killed that Gu Ming a few days ago.

If there had been an MP5 submachine gun at that time, he would definitely not have used a pistol.

"Brother, why didn't you order more bullets just now? One bullet is enough for what?" Yang Anguo complained.

When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his hand and started to fight.

While beating him, he cursed: "Your family runs the arsenal? You can have as much as you want?"

"I think you've been wandering lately. Since you like playing with guns, I might as well send you to join the army."

The space in the car was narrow, and Yang Anguo had nowhere to escape, and he did not dare to fight back, so he could only protect his head with his hands and huddle to the side.

"Brother, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The arsenal is not run by our family, so we can't just do whatever we want."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was scolded again.

Listen, why are you so familiar?
He suddenly remembered that Yang Mei often said this.

'My brother is the director of the factory, and our family owns the steel rolling mill. '

Over time, people around Yang Jun began to think this way.

"Let me ask you, is the steel rolling mill owned by our family?" Yang Jun asked solemnly.

Yang Anguo looked at him with fear.

He felt that this time it was a point question. If he couldn't answer it again, he would find a piece of tofu and kill the arithmetic ball.

"Brother, that's necessary. Our family owns the steel rolling mill."

Yang Jun raised his hand and struck.

"I asked you to..."

(End of this chapter)