Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 150 Are you sure you want to compete?
The next morning, He Yuzhu led his men to the factory, but they were stopped at the gate. He Yuzhu said he was looking for Mihajlovic, but the gatekeeper called to say that he hadn't come to work that day.

He Yuzhu asked again who else could receive them, and the gatekeeper asked again, and the reply was that no one who was responsible for receiving them had come today.

He Yuzhu thought to himself, "Could they have knocked them all out last night?"

Unable to enter the factory, they could only return to their lodgings. On the way, Lao Wei said, "Section Chief, don't worry, good things take time. The other departments are just taking advantage of people they already knew."

"Section Chief, if you get them all drunk, won't they hold a grudge?"

"Probably not, I've heard the people here are very generous," Old Wei said.

"I don't know. This is my first time dealing with a Russian, but if this happened in China, they would definitely seek revenge," He Yuzhu said.

"That's for sure. You drank more than a dozen people under the table. You've really embarrassed yourself."

"Then let's wait and see what other tricks they have up their sleeves."

"Coming out to buy something feels like overcoming numerous obstacles. Everyone says the people here are efficient," Old Zheng said.

"Haha, that means they must approve of us, plus it's our first time here, so it's not surprising."

"Ah, so the big brother isn't really the big brother after all," Xiao Zheng said.

"Don't tell anyone about this when you get back." He Yuzhu patted his shoulder.

"I knew, I thought so."

"Don't assume what you think. Seeing is believing. We're on Russian soil right now. What you see is the truth."

"Oh fine."

At noon, the group had a quick bite at the canteen near their accommodation. In the afternoon, He Yuzhu went to the steel mill but still couldn't find anyone. He didn't know if they were really not there or if they were just pretending.

That evening, He Yuzhu and his friends went out for a stroll. The number of families living in the steel mill was truly enormous; it wasn't just a town, it was a city, with at least tens of thousands of people.

However, the food was just so-so, mostly potatoes. The group ate at a large family's place, but it still didn't quite suit the Chinese palate.

The next day, while He Yuzhu and the others were still looking for him, Mihajlovic arrived, and not only did he arrive, he arrived fully armed.

The old man was dressed in hunting attire, with a bullet belt hanging from his waist. He Yuzhu immediately recognized that it contained Mosin-Nagant bullets.

Mihajlovic showed no embarrassment at all after being thrashed by a dunk two days ago, and immediately gave He Yuzhu a big bear hug upon meeting him.

"Hahaha, He, sorry, you got me drunk the day before yesterday, I couldn't get up yesterday. This is your alcohol tolerance." Mikhailovic gave a thumbs up.

"You're the same one too." He Yuzhu smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Hey, I'm going to get angry if you say that. You don't know how much of a headache I had yesterday, and my wife nagged me all day."

Are you all better now?

"All right."

"So, can we go into the factory now?"

"No, no, no, the procurement isn't urgent. I brought you here today to show you the unique ethnic characteristics of our area."

He Yuzhu looked him up and down and asked, "What's special about it? Is it a costume change?"

"Haha, I'm taking you hunting today. You've probably never done it before, right?"

"I'd like to see for myself," He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"Section Chief, what did he say?" Xiao Zheng asked anxiously. Although he had learned some Russian dialect from He Yuzhu, it was still just everyday language. Now it was a bit beyond his level.

"He invited us hunting, I guess he wanted to show off his marksmanship, didn't he see he was already fully armed?"

"Isn't he just asking for trouble?" Xiao Zheng asked in surprise.

"Alright, keep it to yourself. How would they know what the section chief did before? Most of us in this line of work are clerical staff." Old Zheng patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, there's going to be some excitement today." Xiao Zheng wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"Hey, what are you talking about? When can we set off?"

"Let's change our clothes. We probably can't go in these, right?"

"Yes, yes, hurry up, I'll wait for you outside." Mikhailovic said and left.

He Yuzhu and the others were all dressed in leather shoes and Zhongshan suits to maintain a respectable appearance. Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng had nothing to change into, but He Yuzhu changed into his martial arts training clothes and a pair of yellow rubber shoes.

"Section Chief, you still have this uniform with you? Did you know all along that this trip wouldn't be so simple?"

"It's always better to be prepared. Who knows what we might encounter? The enemy situation on the battlefield can change in an instant, so it's always good to be prepared."

"I've learned something," Xiao Zheng nodded.

When the group came out, they saw two GAZ jeeps parked outside, with several burly men inside, dressed similarly to Mikhailovich.

When Mihajlovic saw He Yuzhu and the others, he realized that only he had changed his clothes, and what he wore was an indescribable outfit that he found very unfashionable, not to mention his ugly shoes.

"He, you've changed into this? Do you want me to find you a new outfit?"

"No need, we're just going to see what it's like. Hunting always involves going through forests, otherwise we wouldn't need to change locations."

"Okay, get in the car."

Old Wei and Xiao Zheng were both excited because it was their first time riding in a car, which made the Russians look at them with a hint of disdain.

He Yuzhu got into the car nonchalantly and sat directly in the passenger seat, which was originally Mihajlovic's seat. The old man had no choice but to move someone in the back and sit in the passenger seat of another car.

As the car moved forward, the pedestrians on the road were not surprised. Occasionally, a few would greet them and ask if they were hunting. The people in the car would reply that they were taking the guests who had come from afar to see for themselves.

The men below knew what was going on as soon as they saw He Yuzhu and his group, and they all smiled and said, "Be careful."

The car drove out of the small town next to the steel mill and drove for more than two hours before finally stopping.

He Yuzhu was alright, but Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng's butts were almost numb from all the bouncing.

This is a large meadow. The grass is knee-high in some places and about ten centimeters high in others.

He Yuzhu thought to himself, "These guys still have some sense; I didn't lead them into the woods."

After getting out of the car, Mihajlovic said, "So, are you going to watch us fight, or do you want to try it out yourself?"

"Give it a try. What man doesn't like a gun?"

“Haha, that’s right. What man doesn’t like guns?” Mikhailovich said as he walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He Yuzhu followed and saw a Mosin-Nagant rifle, a shotgun, and even an AK47.

He Yuzhu wanted to pick up the AK47 to take a look, but Mihajlovic stopped him.

"Hey, you can't use this. This is your first time using a gun, right? This one is more suitable for you." He handed He Yuzhu a Mosin-Nagant, but instead of giving it to him directly, he began to explain.

He went on and on about how to load the gun, how to aim, and so on. Little Zheng, who was sitting next to him, was eager to try it out.

"Did you understand? Want to give it a try?" Mikhailovich said, handing the empty gun to He Yuzhu.

"Okay." He Yuzhu pretended to clumsily pull the bolt, aim, and even imitated the sound of a gunshot with his mouth.

This caused several Russians to burst into laughter, but He Yuzhu didn't mind. He gestured for Xiao Zheng to try it out. Xiao Zheng got excited as soon as he picked up the gun, constantly pulling the bolt and aiming. In just a few shots, he was starting to get the hang of it.

"Before I hand you the bullets, I want to emphasize that you must not point the guns at people," Mikhailovich said sternly.

"I know, I'll explain it to him." He Yuzhu nodded, then spoke to Xiao Zheng, who nodded seriously in agreement.

Then each of them received a bridge and five bullets, and under Mikhailovich's supervision, the two loaded the bullets.

Just as Xiao Zheng was about to pull the bolt and load the gun, Mihajlovic stopped him.

"See the prey first, then we'll talk. Novices are prone to making mistakes," he said to He Yuzhu.

"Hmm." He Yuzhu knew perfectly well that when people are nervous, they don't even know what they'll do. There are too many new recruits like that on the battlefield. He then translated the words to Xiao Zheng, who smiled awkwardly.

Then, except for Lao Zheng, everyone in the group carried a gun, and two others carried a large hunting bag.

The car made too much noise and scared away all the small animals in the vicinity, so they have to walk to find prey.

After walking a short distance, Mihajlovic raised his hand to signal to stop, squatted down, and, remembering that He Yuzhu and the others might not understand, whispered something to He Yu.

He Yuzhu observed the other people and nodded to himself. These were all veterans of war; they must have come prepared. These people probably weren't from the sales department.

Then he whispered to Wei and Zheng, "Don't move, crouch down, we've spotted our prey."

Old Wei told him to do whatever he was told, and Xiao Zheng squatted down, but his head kept turning, trying to find where the prey was.

He Yuzhu pointed him in a direction where several antelopes were grazing, about 300 meters away.

After looking for a while, Xiao Zheng asked, "Section Chief, I only see a few small black dots, what are they?" "You'll find out in a moment."

He Yuzhu's ability to point out the direction surprised the Russians. Was his eyesight really that good on his first hunt?
Like the young man next to them, they were completely blind and couldn't see anything.

After observing for a while, Mihajlovic signaled not to get up and continue advancing, as the distance was a bit far and it seemed they weren't confident of hitting the target.

When they got to within about 150 meters of the antelope, several bear-men began loading their guns. The bullets were very light. Xiao Zheng also wanted to load his gun, but He Yuzhu grabbed the bolt.

"Just keep an eye on it. We'll talk about it when there are closer ones later."

"Oh, Section Chief, you're not going to call?"

"Let's see and then talk."

Several Russians agreed with He Yuzhu's actions, and some even smiled at him, thinking that if this greenhorn really fired, those who could be hit would be scared away.

More than a minute later.

"Bang!" Mihajlovic, who was at the front, fired the first shot.

Then came several gunshots, "bang," "bang," "bang." He Yuzhu had been watching that direction the whole time. One of them fell down, not because Mikhailovic hit it, but the rest ran away.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Another round of gunfire rang out, but this time not a single shot was hit.

Then a bear-man spoke up: "Haha, I shot it down."

No one else objected, because when aiming, one certainly wouldn't aim at the same prey all the time; judging from the direction of that prey, it was probably the person who spoke who was aiming at it.

Then everyone got up and ran quickly toward the fallen prey. He Yuzhu and the others were a little slower because He Yuzhu had to take care of the other two.

When they arrived, the people had already started bleeding the antelope. Old Wei and Xiao Zheng didn't dare to watch, but He Yuzhu watched intently. This could be considered a skill.

"He, aren't you afraid?"

"I've killed chickens, ducks, and geese before, so it's pretty much the same."

"Yes, yes, almost, almost, haha."

After the bleeding was finished, the group used entrenching tools to cover the blood-stained soil.

Mihajlovic further explained: "The smell of blood will attract wild beasts."

Several Russians nodded in unison, and He Yuzhu also indicated that he understood. How could he not understand? If this attracted the enemy to the battlefield, it would be disastrous.

We didn't see any big prey after that, just rabbits and pheasants.

He Yuzhu and Xiao Zheng also fired a few shots. He Yuzhu was holding back and only managed to hit a rabbit, so others assumed he just got lucky. As for Xiao Zheng, he didn't even know where his shots went after he fired several.

Then He Yuzhu asked the Russian for a bridged bullet, loaded the gun, and as for Xiao Zheng, well, he was out of the picture and wasted bullets.

When he encountered prey again, He Yuzhu was more accurate than before, and even hit a prey more than 100 meters away.

The bear-man looked at He Yuzhu with a strange expression. Was this someone who had just handled a gun? His talent was just too amazing.

But Mikhailovich didn't think so. This guy from China was a bit mysterious. He was stronger and could drink more than him. He wasn't sure about the guy's marksmanship, but he felt like he'd been fooled. This guy was definitely not a novice when it came to handling guns.

Actually, when Mihajlovic shook hands with He Yuzhu for the first time, he made a point of noticing that He Yuzhu's hands didn't have calluses from guns. That's why this happened today, which was originally planned for today as well.

However, that was after He Yuzhu and the others were drunk and unable to leave the house yesterday. Mikhailovich pretended to care, and then today he used the excuse of helping them sober up to show off his marksmanship. This was a combination of verbal and physical refusal.

As a result, He Yuzhu single-handedly knocked them all out while they were drinking. Since their verbal refusal failed, they were going to try to settle things with physical force today.

If they win this game, there will be a third game; if they don't win, they won't have the face to play a third game.

Thinking about today's task, Mihajlovic spoke up.

"Hey, is this really your first time shooting a gun?"

"No, that's not it," He Yuzhu said frankly.

"Then why did you act like you didn't know how to use it, and still listen to me explain for so long?"

“I haven’t used your Mosin-Nagant much, so I’m a bit unfamiliar with it. Besides, you’re explaining it very well. I’m just listening to you because you’re so focused. I’ll give you a chance to show off,” He Yuzhu said.

Mihajlovic was speechless when He Yuzhu said something that he was about to say.

"Hahahaha." The Russians laughed. He Yuzhu's words were absolutely right. He had just been teaching a complete novice, and of course, the same applied to those who were unfamiliar with the subject.

"Hahahaha," Old Wei and Xiao Zheng laughed along, not understanding why.

Mihajlovic's face turned a bit purple, due to excessive blood congestion.

"Since you've handled a gun but never hunted?" He thought He Yuzhu had lied to him. Of course, He Yuzhu wasn't exactly lying; he hadn't hunted, but he had killed people. It was his fault for not asking clearly.

"No!"

"So that's target practice, huh? Dare to have a contest?" This guy was prejudiced again.

Are you sure you want to compete?

"Let's compete!" Mikhailovich gritted his teeth. He had no choice but to compete; the intimidation tactic had failed.

"How to compare?"

"Whoever has more prey before we go back today wins."

"A competition is fine, but there should be some kind of prize, right?"

Mihajlovic fell into deep thought, fearing he had fallen into another trap.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Swear to me you've never hunted before, and I'll bet you."

Before He Yuzhu could even say anything, the group of Russians who were with him started to jeer.

"Mikhail, are you scared?"

"Yeah, Mikhail, this kid looks like he's not even 20 yet. So what if he's handled a gun before?"

"How about I compete for you, Mikhail?"

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He Yuzhu asked, "So, do I still have to make the oath?"

"no need."

"So, are we still going to compete?"

"The prize is this: if you win, I'll take you on a tour of the steel mill. We can't go to the confidential parts, and the orders won't be on the list. If you want to buy anything, my superiors will have to give their approval."

"Okay." He Yuzhu agreed readily. He knew it wouldn't be that simple. He would win one game first.

Since the agreement was made, they began, and the two went their separate ways.

There were indeed some bear-men following He Yuzhu, but this time the bear-men wouldn't point out the prey to He Yuzhu, as Mijailovich had to say.

They had warned the others who had hunted before, believing that He Yuzhu had no hunting experience and would have difficulty finding prey.

He Yuzhu wasn't in a hurry, until Mihajlovic hit the second rabbit.

He Yuzhu fired five shots in quick succession, "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" The people following him were dumbfounded. What kind of firing rate was that? And when they looked at the direction He Yuzhu was aiming, they couldn't see anything.

"What's the point of firing blanks?" a Russian muttered.

"Go and bring the car over, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to carry it," He Yuzhu said.

"What did you say? You can't take it? What can you take?" This was a driver who had just arrived.

"Prey."

"There's no prey here. Don't think that just because you've fired a few shots, the prey will come running to your gun."

He Yuzhu was too lazy to waste words with them. He reloaded his gun, slung it over his shoulder, and ran toward the jeep.

He got in the car, started it, and sped off. The Russians behind him didn't even have time to react before they could catch up and could only watch him drive away.

Then they ran over to Mikhailovich and said to him, "Mikhailovich, that guy drove the car away by himself."

"He drove it away? He can drive?"

"Look for yourself." The group pointed to the direction the jeep was traveling. The jeep had already gone several hundred meters. By the time Mikhailovic looked, He Yuzhu had already slowed down.

(End of this chapter)