Sister, you miss me

Brighton talked to the vice president: "Sir, how was the matter handled?"

The vice president nodded: "It's basically over, otherwise, how come I have time to play?"

"Then Jack..."

The vice president pointed to Brighton and laughed: "You, it turns out that it's a drunkard who doesn't mean drinking."

Yang Feng was stunned, and even the vice president could speak authentic Chinese. Could it be that the whole world is learning Chinese as it was sung in that song.

Brighton nodded without denying.

The vice president said: "After torture, Jack did not know. He was fine, and he could be released on bail with money."

Brighton took the vice president's hand and shook it: "Thank you so much!"

The vice president smiled and said: "You are polite, that kid is just a stubborn head. When he puts on the torture instrument, he not only explains in detail the process of harming you, but also talks about a lot of minor things. Who cares if you say those things! "

Yang Feng interrupted and said, "What's the matter? Speak out for pastime."

The vice president shrugged: "Six-year-old stealing bread from neighbors, eight-year-old peeking at the widow’s bathing, and ten-year-old lingering on major adult websites... Alas, the quality is bad, and it’s all bad.

Several people couldn't help laughing, but Brighton smiled bitterly.

Half an hour later, the mighty convoy arrived at the racecourse.

A group of people got out of the car one after another, and it was an open area with a row of stables in the distance.

Everyone trampled on the tip of the grass that had just emerged, and heard the neighing of horses in their ears. In the air, in addition to the fragrance of the soil, there was also the smell of livestock.

The big shots were joking and communicating in an authentic local language. Yang Feng, Chen Long, and Hong Dandong were naturally behind.

Hong Dandong took Yang Feng's shoulders and murmured: "Brother Feng, following you this time, it's really a long experience. Your grandfather can have such a horse farm and a private hunting ground. How much money does he have to have?"

Yang Feng smiled and patted Hong Dandong's pale face: "What's the matter with you, uncomfortable?"

Hong Dandong looked unnatural: "Some water and soil are not satisfied."

Chen Long looked contemptuous: "Is it unacceptable or drained?"

Hong Dandong shook his head with a miserable look, and sighed: "It's not easy to ride a Great Yangma, Tiffany!"

Chen Long curled his lips: "I dare to ride a Yanma without a mouthful of foreign artillery, isn't it looking for abuse?"

Yang Feng stared at Hong Dandong and couldn't help shaking his head: "You are really abusive."

"Hey, Brother Feng, I don't agree with what you say, as the saying goes, but if you ever have it, don't ask forever, every relationship of mine is truly devoted."

Yang Feng curled his lips: "I'm too lazy to tell you."

Everyone came to the stables one after another, and the bright-colored horses slapped their noses and shaved their hooves, seemingly excited.

Brighton has started organizing the distribution of weapons and choosing horses.He said: "As you can see, I have all kinds of horses here. I promise to meet your special preferences. However, horse selection is also particular. For example, if you carry a Barrett or even a heavy machine gun, it will be thousands You can't choose a Mongolian horse with a small stature and strength, because you can't afford it."

"Old stuff, don't talk nonsense, let's do it ourselves." It was the old arms dealer who took Brighton back.

With this effort, Yang Feng looked around and found that each horse had its place of origin, height, weight capacity and other indicators on the column beside it.

There are Dawan horses, sweaty horses, Don hippos, Mongolian horses, Orleans horses, Caucasian horses...

The big men carried their weapons and led away the horses.Yang Feng and the three have not chosen yet.

Wall Street tycoon Chen Zhendong walked up with a sweaty horse with a heavy Barrett on his back, a hunting suit and majestic hair.

"Xiaofeng, what weapon and horse do you choose?"

Seeing Yang Feng's gaze, Chen Zhendong patted his sweaty horse and said proudly: "He is called the Red Rabbit, the offspring of Lu Bu's Red Rabbit."

Yang Feng smiled slightly, went to the weapon pile, picked up a compound bow and a bag of carbon arrows, and walked towards the Dawan white horse without a single hair.

Chen Zhendong laughed dumbfounded: "You actually use cold weapons, can you? You still ride a white horse. Do you think the prince must be the one riding the white horse?"

Yang Feng shrugged: "I don't know, but men can't say that they can't do it. Also, I am not a prince, but I am not Tang Seng either."

Chen Zhendong laughed loudly, seeing that Yang Feng had spent a lot of effort to climb up the horse awkwardly and laughed more and more.

Chen Long said worriedly: "Brother Feng, don't do it if you don't work. Horse riding is also risky. There are not a few people who get trampled to death each year."

Hong Dandong had a bit of knowledge and said, "Brother Feng, Dalong is right. You are a purebred Dawan horse at first glance. The purebred Dawan horse is famous for its fire-like nature and is difficult to tame. After being brought back, it was only through crossing with the Central Plains horse to get the second-class Dawan horse with docile temperament."

Hong Dandong said such a long story, Yang Feng couldn't help but look at it with admiration: "Dadong, you know a lot!"

Hong Dandong scratched his head and smiled, revealing a trace of simplicity.

Chen Long continued: "Also, you have to release arrows right away. Do you think of yourself as Li Guang or Huang Zhong? Have you ever touched the bow?"

Yang Feng lowered his head, and gently stroked Da Wanma's neck hair: "I have touched it, Slingshot."

thump!Chen Zhendong fell from his red rabbit.

Under Chen Long's suggestion, Yang Feng decided to simulate the simulation.

First, fix the target.

Said it is a target, but it is actually a wooden stake wrapped in wheat straw.

Yang Feng, who was riding on the Dawan horse, stretched his bow to aim at fifty paces away, but the compound bow was full, but there were many problems.

Yang Feng clamped his legs and kept communicating with his horse, keeping it still.However, Da Wanma kept stepping on the spot, so that the bow and arrow in Yang Feng's hand kept shaking, making it impossible to aim.

Yang Feng blushed, sweating on his forehead, and barely let out an arrow, but it flew up to the sky, and then let another arrow hit the ground thirty steps away.

Chen Zhendong laughed: "Look at me walking through Yang with a hundred steps." After saying that, he straightened his posture and held up Barrett. The gunshot sounded and a burst of smoke came out of the target.

Hong Dandong and Chen Long all applauded in unison. The people who can sniper immediately are really amazing.

Yang Feng was not convinced: "Your horse knows you well, it cooperates well, it's not fair."

Chen Zhendong looked like a child: "Then what do you think is fair?"

Unexpectedly, the excitement here attracted all the big names, the vice president, arms dealers, manufacturing giants, etc., all following Brighton.

As a result, Yang Feng was overwhelmed.

Chen Zhendong laughed and said, "Xiaofeng, what do you think is fair?"

Yang Feng knew that Chen Zhendong was extraordinary in strength and self-confident. If he wanted to win, he could only win by surprise, so he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Look at me."

When it was said that it was too late, Yang Feng used an arrow to poke the horse's ass. Dawan horse was in pain, his front hoofs vacated, and his head sighed. Yang Feng exclaimed and almost lifted the horse back.

Yang Feng was pulling the reins tightly, already scared out of a cold sweat, Da Wanma ran wildly before this was over.

"Little Feng, be careful!" Brighton exclaimed in shock.

Without saying a word, Chen Long turned on a black horse and hurried away.

Everyone's eyes widened, watching this farce.

The crazy Dawan horse ran so fast, Yang Feng was shocked at first, and he kept apologizing to the horse and said I'm sorry, but it didn't seem to have much effect. After running a lap, Yang Feng found that he didn't have to pull the reins. As long as you bump up and down with the horse's rhythm, you can maintain your balance.

So he gradually calmed down.

Chen Long never caught up with him.

On the second lap, Yang Feng just took the reins lightly and made a bow and arrow movement.He was surprised to find that this time, his hand was very stable, at least it could be guaranteed to be stable at the moment of launch.

Few viewers noticed Yang Feng's changes.

Brighton turned his worries into joy, while Chen Zhendong showed his appreciation.

On the third lap, Yang Feng clamped the reins with his legs in advance, fixed his eyes on a row of targets, and tapped the horse's belly with the spurs on his boots. Dawanma's speed continued to increase.

Finally, when it was time to make a desperate move, Yang Feng's eyes were piercing, drawing arrows, arching arrows, and bowing and releasing arrows. All the movements were done in one go, without stopping.

As Dawan horse rushed past, Yang Feng's mouth was slightly raised, showing a confident smile.

Everyone looked at the target and could not help but exclaimed.

The old arms dealer gave Brighton a thumbs up: "Good, very good!"

Chen Zhendong nodded slightly, and chanted: "Lu Fei, made by horses, has a bow like a thunderbolt, powerful and beautiful!"

Brighton looked at Yang Feng in a white safari suit and riding a white horse. Thinking of his amazing performance just now, he felt relieved and couldn't help laughing.

The hunting that day was not very rewarding, and there were no large animals such as wolf bears at all, only a few rabbits and pheasants with no eyesight fell.

So, that night, everyone was drinking and eating at the pitiful prey at the racecourse.

Burning a bonfire, eating barbecue, drinking red wine, it's so uncomfortable.

Yang Feng took a sip of Brighton Winery's red wine, lying on the felt, looking up at the clear blue night sky, homesickness surged.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Chen Zhendong sat over, also holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

Yang Feng murmured, "The moon here is really brighter than the domestic one!"

Chen Zhendong squinted at him and shook his head: "I don't want to say that you admire foreigners, but you must be rare and weird. This is a suburb, OK? Many places in the motherland, the sky is bluer than here, and the air is fresher than here."

"You don't fawn on foreigners, why do you want to join a foreign national?" Yang Feng asked back.

Chen Zhendong frowned suddenly, his eyes turned melancholy, and after a long time he said: "It's hard to say a word, but my Chinese heart has never changed."

Yang Feng laughed blankly: "What are you doing with me? Besides, it doesn't matter if it changes."

Chen Zhendong removed a bracelet and handed it over: "Make friends, a small meeting ceremony, no respect."

"But I don't have much that I can handle!" Yang Feng took the bracelet, put it on the end of his nose and sniffed: "It smells good."

"If you don't have one, remember it." Chen Zhendong said with a grin.

"Xiao Feng, can't take it."

"Oh?" Yang Feng turned his head, and announced that Leiden strode forward.

"Zhendong, it's too expensive, this Qi Nan bracelet is simply invaluable." Brighton said.