"Hello!" Sun Dasheng extended his hand.

Zhao Gang, looking flattered, shook it gently. He then said with a beaming smile, "What would you like to do today? I'll do my best to arrange everything for you."

Sun Dasheng waved his hand. "No need for special arrangements. I'll play with whatever your club has. Let's not make things special today."

Zhao Gang glanced at his old comrade, and Da Yong nodded. "President Sun is a low-key man who doesn't like to show off. Just do as he says, Gang Zi."

Hearing his old comrade say this, Zhao Gang realized President Sun wasn't just being polite and felt reassured.

"Please, come in!"

Zhao Gang led the way, causing a stir among the other club members.

"Who is that? Why did the boss himself go out to greet him?"

"Probably some low-profile tycoon. Didn't you see the Rolls-Royce Phantom outside? That's not something your average rich person can afford."

"Exactly. And look at the bodyguard with him—he's even taller and more built than the club owner. That's not someone a minor boss could afford. They must cost a fortune each year."

"A single bodyguard costs over a million? My goodness. The rich really are in different leagues. The gap between them is even wider than the gap between the rich and the poor."

"Of course. People like us who run factories and do a little business might make a profit of several million a year. That's way better than the average person, but compared to the truly wealthy, our entire profit is just the combined annual salary of a few of their servants."

Amid the buzz of the crowd, Zhao Gang led Sun Dasheng into a quiet, unoccupied shooting range.

"Your club seems to be doing good business; it's quite crowded. How come there's nobody here?" Sun Dasheng stopped and asked. "Did you clear the place out just for me?"

"Oh, this is our most expensive range, so not many people come here. It has nothing to do with your visit, President Sun."

Sun Dasheng just smiled lightly, remaining noncommittal.

He obviously didn't believe a word of it.

But this was a gesture of sincerity from his host, and it wouldn't be right to expose the lie on the spot. That would be something a person with low emotional intelligence would do. The high-EQ move, naturally, was to play along.

"Manager Zhao."

Zhao Gang hurriedly waved his hands. "Don't call me Manager. You're with Da Yong, so please, just call me Gang Zi."

"Alright... then, Gang Zi, how much does it cost to book this range?"

"Well..." Zhao Gang hesitated, glancing at his old comrade.

Da Yong spoke up bluntly, "I say, Gang Zi, you weren't like this in the army. Why are you being so hesitant now?"

"Just name the price. Our President Sun isn't short on cash."

"Of course, don't you dare try to rip us off, or you'll have me to answer to."

Da Yong's words made Zhao Gang blush. You have to change when you're out in the world trying to make a living. How could things possibly be the same as they were in the army?

"Alright, Da Yong, that's enough," Sun Dasheng interjected, coming to Zhao Gang's defense. "Do you think everyone is like you, all brawn and no brains? It's not easy for him to manage a business this big. He has a lot more to consider now, so of course he's different from before."

Zhao Gang was moved, his eyes welling up.

Finally, someone who understands the pressure I'm under.

Still, he had to charge what was due. A man's got to eat, right?

"For an exclusive booking, we charge by the hour, from 500 to 2,000 yuan. This is our best facility, so it's 2,000 an hour."

"Okay, that's quite reasonable. How long until you close?" Sun Dasheng asked.

Zhao Gang checked his watch. It was three in the afternoon, and they closed at eight in the evening, leaving five hours.

"Five hours. That comes to exactly 10,000. Da Yong, pay the man."

"There's no rush," Zhao Gang said quickly. "You can settle the bill along with the cost of the ammunition when you're ready to leave."

Sun Dasheng slapped his forehead. He'd completely forgotten that at a shooting range, the cost of the bullets was the real expense.

"Alright, we'll pay for everything together then."

"Okay, I'll go get the guns for you."

"Wait a moment."

"Is there anything else?"

"I noticed a few other guests in the waiting area. If they don't mind, you can invite them to come play with us."

Zhao Gang froze, hesitant. This was the first time a client who had booked out the entire range had ever made such a request.

"Is that... really appropriate?"

"My boss doesn't mind, so what are you kicking up a fuss for?" Da Yong interjected. Although he didn't know why his boss was doing this, he was sure there was a good reason for it. There must be some deeper meaning behind this, something he can't say out loud. So, he stepped forward to act as his boss's mouthpiece.

"So... should I go invite them in?" Zhao Gang asked, seeking one last confirmation.

"Just go! Stop dragging your feet," Da Yong said, giving him a light shove on the chest.

Only after seeing Sun Dasheng nod did Zhao Gang finally leave with a smile.

Once his back was turned, his expression was a sight to behold. He secretly rubbed his chest. Damn, that brute Da Yong is even stronger than he was in the army. Looks like he's been eating and drinking well, following such a good boss.

A short while later, Zhao Gang reappeared at the range, dressed in camouflage fatigues. Following behind him were three other guests: one man and two women.

From a distance, Sun Dasheng could see Zhao Gang pointing in his direction and explaining something to the trio. After he finished speaking, he gestured toward Sun Dasheng with a nod.

The three of them then walked over.

They were all quite attractive; the man was tall and handsome, and the women were tall and beautiful. One of the women bore a strong resemblance to the man, suggesting they might be fraternal twins. The other woman appeared to be the man's girlfriend, as they were holding hands.

"Hello, mister. Are you the one who invited us to come play?" the female twin asked, stepping forward first.

Sun Dasheng looked at her and nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, Da Yong instantly understood the meaning behind President Sun's earlier request. So that's what this was about!

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