So there are two beautiful women with him! Heh heh... that's certainly President Sun's style.

Of course, the man only glanced at them before walking past them toward his old comrade-in-arms. The boss didn't hide his affairs from him, so he knew a lot. The more he knew, the more he understood that his only job was to keep his mouth shut. He couldn't leak a single word about the boss's business.

Since they weren't familiar with each other, the three of them simply came over to express their thanks before going off to enjoy themselves.

Zhao Gang and Da Yong walked over, carrying a lot of gear.

"President Sun, these are all the treasures from our shop. We have everything from the domestic Type 54 Black Star to the classic American M1911. Which one would you like to try first?"

"Oh, you have so many?" Looking at the wide assortment of pistols before him, Sun Dasheng let his gaze sweep over them a few times before pointing to one. "Let's start with the domestic Type 54 to get a feel for it."

"Sure!" Zhao Gang selected a pistol engraved with a five-pointed star from the collection and passed it to Sun Dasheng as he began his explanation.

"The Type 54 pistol is a Chinese copy of the former Soviet Union's TT-1930/1933 model. It was standardized in 1954 and has been issued to our troops ever since, making it the most produced and widely equipped pistol in our country's history. The gun operates on a short-recoil barrel system with a swinging-link lockup, and it features a hammer safety.

"Its muzzle velocity is as high as 420 to 440 meters per second, making it a classic military pistol with power comparable to a submachine gun. The bullet remains lethal even out to 600 meters, which is quite rare for a handgun. Furthermore, the Type 54's muzzle energy is 2.4 times that of the domestic Type 64 pistol, 1.9 times that of the Type 59, 1.03 times that of the Colt M1911A1, and 1.1 times that of the Beretta 92F.

"Its defining feature is the five-pointed star inlaid on the grip, which is how it got the nickname 'Black Star'."

Da Yong punched his friend in the chest. "There you go with your professional habits again... The boss didn't even ask you, so why are you rattling on? Just hand it over. Let the boss try it for himself, and he'll understand everything."

Sun Dasheng took the pistol, cutting Da Yong off. "There's nothing wrong with learning a little more."

He then turned to the blushing Zhao Gang and said, "I apologize on Da Yong's behalf. What you said was excellent and very informative. He was in the wrong."

Zhao Gang rubbed his chest and waved a hand dismissively. "No need to apologize. I've long known what kind of guy Da Yong is—that simple-minded brute. It's fine. We used to roughhouse like this all the time in the army. As long as no one dies, it's all good. We soldiers aren't that fragile."

"Da Yong, you can't do that again," Sun Dasheng cautioned nonetheless. "You don't realize how heavy your punches are now. Not many people could take a hit like that."

Joking has its limits. Things that were acceptable in the army are one thing, but it's different in civilian society.

Da Yong scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh... Gang Zi, the boss is right. How about... you punch me once? Then we'll be even."

Looking at the big oaf, Zhao Gang found it hard to stay angry. "You're built like an ox. Hitting you would just be like tickling you, wouldn't it?"

"Heh heh... Then hit me ten times. I promise I won't dodge."

"Alright, that's enough. The boss is still here. I'll settle the score with you later." Zhao Gang gave Da Yong a light punch, letting the matter drop.

After their banter, Zhao Gang began to seriously teach him how to use the gun. He focused on the proper grip, how to apply force, aiming techniques, and so on.

In Da Yong's words, "That's all surface-level stuff. Even if you master it, you still won't hit a target at fifty meters. Real experts rely on instinct born from experience."

Zhao Gang agreed wholeheartedly. "For any other customer, I'd stick to the fundamentals. But in your case, President Sun, I agree with Da Yong. This is a bit like an online game; you just need to practice a lot. Once you get the feel for it, your accuracy will shoot up."

"Oh, really? Then let me give it a try."

After learning the fundamentals, he was ready to fire a few rounds.

"Okay, let's start with the easiest target at ten meters," Zhao Gang said, instructing the staff to get it ready. "Don't be fooled just because it's a simple, fixed target. Most beginners have trouble hitting it on their first try."

"Oh? What if they're talented?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"Talented beginners aren't uncommon, but even they often miss on their first go. Give it a shot if you don't believe me."

Zhao Gang wore a professional micro-earpiece, allowing him to communicate with the staff at all times. Soon, a voice came through.

"Ready?" he asked into the mic.

The staff on the other end confirmed.

"Okay, clear the area of all non-essential personnel."

After a short wait, he turned to a fully-equipped Sun Dasheng. "You can begin shooting now." As he spoke, he put on his own professional noise-canceling earmuffs.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A series of eight shots rang out, each with a deliberate pause. The Type 54 pistol's magazine held exactly eight rounds, which meant it was now empty.

"Score the target!"

"Seven hits out of eight shots! Only the first shot was a miss."

Hearing the result, Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment. "President Sun, have you done this before?"

Sun Dasheng took off his earmuffs and smiled. "What? Is that a good score?"

"If this was your first time, it's an incredible score. Seven of eight shots on the target... Although the groupings weren't tight, it's still a display of exceptional talent."

"Gang Zi, President Sun has never handled one of these before, I can vouch for that," Da Yong interjected. "You can even check the webbing of his hand and his thumb. There are no calluses from frequent shooting."

"That's truly astounding! Do you want to try a more distant target?" Zhao Gang asked, curious to see what his limits were.

"Sure!" Sun Dasheng nodded, his gaze shifting to the skill panel in his system interface.

Skills:

Boxing: Complete

Pistol Shooting: Beginner (0/10)

Upgrade, he silently commanded.

A system message flashed.

[Ding! Your diligent practice has paid off. Your Pistol Shooting skill is now Proficient!]

Skills:

Boxing: Complete

Pistol Shooting: Proficient (10/100)

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