The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 25 Gun Club
After sending Xu Feng away, Mu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he was not stuck in writing, he just simply didn't want to write.

Thinking about the plot and character settings can easily make you bald. You don't need money, so why waste your time?

But now that I have agreed, it is impossible for me to go into seclusion right now.

I have an appointment today, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Kowloon Jinshan Shooting Range.

Huang Junjie was waiting at the entrance of the shooting range at two o'clock in the afternoon. He treated every customer with the warmest service, which was the main reason why he became the sales champion.

A taxi drove up from a distance and stopped directly in front of the shooting range.

A tall young man got out of the car and was carefully looking at the shooting range in front of him. Huang Junjie's eyes lit up and he hurried over to him.

"Is this Mr. Mu? Hello, I'm Huang Junjie, and I made an appointment with you for today's visit."

Mu Sheng looked at the enthusiastic man in a suit in front of him and was a little surprised. The time he had agreed to meet was at three o'clock in the afternoon, but he arrived long time in advance. He didn't expect that the other party was already here.

"Manager Huang? You're here pretty early."

"It's our duty to serve our customers," Manager Huang said with a smile, knowing that the customer in front of him had a good first impression of him: "Mr. Mu, this way please."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After Manager Huang showed Mu Sheng around the shooting range, he took him to the shooting range. Although it was winter, there were still many people in the shooting range.

Looking at the shooting enthusiasts in the venue, Mu Sheng couldn't help but feel itchy. Ever since he refined the gun shooting skill, Mu Sheng fell in love with the fun of this kind of shooting.

"Mr. Mu, why don't you try it? You can't experience the fun of shooting just by watching." Manager Huang keenly noticed Mu Sheng's intention and said, "Please wait a moment. I'll find a coach for you."

Soon, Manager Huang brought a coach over and introduced him to Mu Sheng: "This is Coach Wu Ming. Coach Wu is our club's gold medal coach. He used to..."

After the introduction, Wu Ming gave Mu Sheng some precautions and let him try shooting under his supervision.

Gun Shooting (Mechanical Sense)
Gun sense: You have a natural instinct for the use of firearms. Any firearm in your hand can accurately hit the target within the range.

Mu Sheng looked at his panel. The effect of the mechanical sense allowed him to sense all the data of the gun the moment he held the gun, including the material, range, accuracy, degree of wear on the barrel, etc.

No need to aim, just raise your hand and you can hit the bull's eye. But I definitely can't show such a high level now.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out and Mu Sheng soon ran out of bullets.

Wu Ming, who had been watching him, was a little surprised and said, "Mr. Mu's hands are very steady. There is almost no shaking after shooting. Most beginners can't do this."

"Hahaha, is that so? Maybe it's because my hands are pretty strong. I like to exercise them regularly." Mu Sheng said with a smile.

"Not only do you have strong hands, you also have a strong mentality. Generally, beginners are easily frightened by the sound of gunfire and the flash of fire. You can ignore these influences and have a steady hand. These are all talents. As long as you systematically learn how to use firearms, you will soon be able to achieve results."

"Hahaha, really? I appreciate your words." Manager Huang nodded with satisfaction when he heard this. He knew that the order was secured. This was also the reason why he went to find Coach Wu. He had good skills and was good at talking. Look at how satisfied the client was after he flattered him.

Wu Mingke had no idea how Manager Huang was framing him. He really thought Mu Sheng had great talent. He ran to get the target paper.

"One 8 ring, three 7 rings, three 6 rings, one 5 ring, and one 2 ring. All on target. Mr. Mu, your score is really good." Wu Ming looked at the target paper in his hand and felt that he had discovered a good seedling.

If he trains a little more, he will be able to participate in professional competitions soon. If he wins a prize, his own bonus will be huge.
Wu Ming looked at Mu Sheng more eagerly.

Manager Huang was also surprised to see this result. Although his own level was very poor, he also knew what this result meant to a novice. It turned out that Old Wu was not just flattering!
Very good, if the client has this talent, then it will be easier to close the deal; "Mr. Mu, let me introduce him to you."

Soon, Mu Sheng became a VVIP member of the club. Manager Huang was happy, Coach Wu was happy, and Mu Sheng was also very satisfied.

The main reason why Mu Sheng made this trip today specifically and paid for the membership was the power level of this world.

In the past six months, Mu Sheng has also visited many martial arts gyms, boxing gyms, and other similar places. He has also watched many fighting matches up close. From his observation, the martial arts value in this world is higher than that in the previous world, but it is also limited.

The most powerful martial arts is still the American Iai, and in the world of Hong Kong variety shows, there are long guns and short guns, and bullets flying everywhere.

You never know when you might need to use a gun for self-defense, and the gunpowder residue on your body cannot be washed off by taking a shower.

Now that I come to the shooting range from time to time to shoot a few shots, I have a reason to explain it.

After completing the membership process, Mu Sheng did not leave in a hurry. He continued to play at the shooting range for two hours, test-shooting different firearms. He had enough fun before leaving.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mu Sheng just got home and saw that the message indicator light on the phone was on.

It was a message from Zhu Wanfang, saying that she would bring Xiaozhen over to play tomorrow and asked him not to go out.

This. I was originally planning to start working on the manuscript tomorrow.

Forget it, one day doesn’t matter. This is the first time Wanfang brings her friends to visit, so we have to treat them well.

Brother Feng will understand me, right?
On Monday, Mu Sheng personally cooked for Zhu Wanfang and her bestie, and took them to Yau Ma Tei Market for a stroll. I was too tired in the evening to finish the manuscript.

On Tuesday, I personally cooked and entertained Zhu Wanfang from morning to night. I was exhausted and did not finish my manuscript.

On Wednesday, after learning that Mu Sheng had become a member of a gun club, my girlfriend wanted to go and see it. Could she refuse such a small request? Obviously not. Another day, tired, and no draft.

On Thursday, Mu Sheng finally worked up the nerve to start writing.

On Friday, I really started writing, but for a moment I forgot how I wrote it before, so my progress was not good.

It’s Saturday and the manuscript is due tomorrow. I have to work hard and finish it even if I have to stay up late.

Sunday, Mu Sheng’s house, living room.

Xu Feng pinched a cigarette between his thumb and index finger, took a deep puff, and exhaled: "So, this is why you only submitted half of the manuscript?"

"Just tell me whether I paid or not. It's your fault for not telling me how much I paid at the time. It's not my fault." Mu Sheng spread his hands to indicate that it was not his fault.

(End of this chapter)