Chapter 61 Spending Money Like Water

Some things, once you get into the flow, make time seem to pass remarkably fast. When Xiao Ziguang arrived at Zhou Huajian’s basement, he saw two light blue bulletproof vests.

Xiao Ziguang reached out and tapped them, discovering that the padding was actually made of ceramic plates. He couldn't help being astonished: "Can this thing really stop bullets?"

"The newest bulletproof vests all use these ceramic anti-ballistic inserts. Don't underestimate this small piece; it can withstand the impact of an AK rifle!"

As he spoke, Zhou Huajian picked up a helmet from a nearby box: "Once you put this on, you're a human tank. Even facing a hail of bullets, you can push through a few rounds."

"My head and body are protected, but what about my lower body? Isn't there something like bulletproof pants?" Xiao Ziguang still wanted more thorough protection.

"Bulletproof pants are very rare, and wearing them would restrict your movement speed. Once gunfire breaks out on both sides, everyone else is darting and weaving, dodging flexibly. If you're wearing bulletproof pants like a turtle with a shell, wouldn't you just become a living target?"

On second thought, that made complete sense. Others could hide behind cars or in large craters. Someone wearing bulletproof pants could only move slowly on the open ground and would undoubtedly be toyed with.

"If there are no bulletproof pants, there should at least be bulletproof briefs or something, right?" Xiao Ziguang still wanted to arm himself further.

"There's no such thing either, but I can teach you a secret." Zhou Huajian looked into Xiao Ziguang's eyes and said with utmost seriousness, "As long as your footwork is sufficiently wretched, the bullets won't be able to catch up to you."

This secret sounded like a circular argument, giving one the distinct impression of having heard profound wisdom that meant absolutely nothing.

Xiao Ziguang's attention was drawn to a box nearby. Opening it, he saw a rifle equipped with a scope. The piece was full of the traces of history and truly looked like an antique.

"Is this a Mosin-Nagant?" Xiao Ziguang fiddled with the museum-worthy old rifle, finding that it was exceptionally well-maintained, with even some parts newly replaced.

"Brother Jian, where did you get this? This is a genuine Three-Line Rifle!" Xiao Ziguang acted like he had received a beloved toy, itching to go outside and test it right away.

"Bought it as a defective piece from a collector. The firing pin was broken, and the rifling was severely worn. Fortunately, I have a lathe and know how to make replacement parts." Zhou Huajian said with pride written all over his face: "The gun has been calibrated. At three hundred meters, whatever I aim at, I hit!"

Opening the receiver, he revealed exquisite brass cartridges lined up inside. Once ornaments fused into a tank, they had been reloaded by Zhou Huajian to become lethal weapons.

Holding this rifle, Xiao Ziguang felt a completely different spirit and vitality surge through him. No wonder people always said that dignity lies only at the edge of the sword, and truth exists only within the range of a cannon.

With a rifle in his hand and a bulletproof vest on his back, Xiao Ziguang at that moment was the embodiment of truth!

When broke, one makes do. After getting rich, however, Zhou Huajian was completely extravagant, upgrading from a bird-gun to a cannon. The five hundred thousand was already spent. Without considering the fallout, Zhou Huajian felt they could entirely launch a frontal assault on the Xiling Sugar Mill, drag Qiu Changtian out, and wipe him out directly!

"The previous five hundred thousand is already gone. Of the four hundred thousand cash this time, thirty-eight thousand is left. Yu Hu just handed me a list; he needs to buy a car and some other equipment. Miscellaneous items all together come to two hundred and eighty thousand."

Taking the list, Xiao Ziguang read through it and praised sincerely, "Professional, truly professional! Since we employ someone, we must trust them completely."

"Hand the money over to Yu Hu. I believe that when it comes to kidnapping and extortion, he is the professional. Leave this to him, and it's bound to succeed!"

Looking at the room full of weaponry, Xiao Ziguang's heart grew heated: "Brother Jian, let's move! You'll be going out on missions frequently from now on, and this place isn't safe either. Later, I'll dig a basement at Xinxin Taxi Company too. That will be our main base from then on."

"No problem!" After agreeing, a strange emotion flashed through the depths of Zhou Huajian's eyes: "Ziguang, how long will we walk down this path? Will the dragon-slayers eventually turn into evil dragons?"

After a moment of surprise, Xiao Ziguang smiled: "Brother Jian, what era is this? You still want to be a dragon-slayer? At best, we're just scavengers. Once we clean up Tianhai, we should hang up our swords and guns and pasture our horses in the southern mountains!"

"By then, I'll fly to New Zealand and buy a ranch. You can come with me to raise cattle and be an old cowboy. Then I'll introduce you to a few blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-breasted, big-booty foreign beauties..."

"Go on, you brat, you're never serious! I'm already getting up there in years; where would I need to ride any foreign beauties!" Though Zhou Huajian refused verbally, longing flashed in his eyes as he pondered whether to conquer a few exotic ladies to bring glory to his country.

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After submitting the shopping list and action plan, Yu Hu had been on pins and needles, eagerly wanting to prove his worth through this operation.

Yet he was also afraid that the cost of the shopping list was too high and would scare Xiao Ziguang away. Finding a good boss these days was extremely difficult, and Yu Hu cherished this opportunity deeply, hoping to perform well.

The office door was knocked, and Yu Hu saw a wretched-looking man carrying two huge trolley cases. The man looked Yu Hu up and down and then said mysteriously, "You must be Yu Hu? Xiao Ziguang asked me to deliver twenty kilograms of explosives and twenty kilograms of napalm to you. Please sign for them."

These things were actually measured in kilograms now!

Yu Hu had been reluctant to believe it, but upon opening the cases and finding that both items were genuinely there—and a full twenty kilograms at that—his evaluation of Xiao Ziguang rose from unfathomable to all-powerful.

These weren't things just anyone could casually procure. With these two items, one could first raze the entire Xinxin Taxi Company to the ground and then burn the ruins to white ash.

Confirming the delivery, Fang Quan immediately left, acting all mysterious! He knew better than to stay in this place of right and wrong, lest an accident happen later and implicate him.

Just as Yu Hu's heart was surging, Zhou Huajian arrived, carrying a small cardboard box. Closing the office door, he told Yu Hu to count the contents.

Looking at the stacks of red banknotes in the box, Yu Hu's already surging heart became impossible to calm down, even giving rise to an impulse to die for one who appreciates him!

Those who accomplish great things do not sweat small details. Yu Hu had always guessed that Xiao Ziguang was a man of grand ambitions, but he hadn't expected him to trust him to this extent.

His brain flooded with hot blood, Yu Hu swore to Zhou Huajian: "Brother Zhou, tell the boss that if I mess this up, I'll cut off my head and let him kick it like a ball."

Seeing Yu Hu spending money like water, Zhou Huajian could no longer say anything. He reached out and patted his shoulder: "Keep it up!"