Luna Amusement Park, in front of the "Balloon Shooting" game.
"Great, all the players. You are the most powerful champions! People of Lugo, aim at the balloons. Don't shoot unnecessarily." A voice sounded from the crowd of onlookers who were crackling with air guns. A clear female voice: "Come on, everyone, and work hard together. There are more interesting and fun things here -"
"You are the real champion, just aim at the balloon with ease."
"Don't push. When you shoot, you don't want someone to push you."
"People of Lugo, come and take a look, aim at the balloon now."
"Stop it and aim at the balloon. It's all easy."
"Everything is easy and simple," echoed another.
"Come on, see if you can hit the rope. Break the rope and trap the bottle. This is the best wine in the world, produced by France Conti."
"Try shooting the rope, people of Lugo. Don't push each other."
"Hey, you should hit this side, your side."
"Have you run out of bullets? Two thousand bullets for three sets."
"thank you, sir."
After the "gunman" who had used up three sets of bullets paid and left, Wu Chen finally took advantage of the opportunity to see clearly the owner of the voice. The proprietress of the gun-and-balloon arcade in a fiery red dress is the eternal "Myth of Love" - Sophia Loren.
At this moment, the proprietress rushed to a group of people in the distance who came to "inspect the goods" and cursed Durexi softly at Durexi, who was shaking the three lottery tickets she had just bought, like a demonstration: "I don't fix it."
At this moment, everything is clear.
"Aiming at the balloon is easy and simple, one bullet costs 10 lire."
"The people of Lugo give it a try. Targeting a balloon is easy and simple."
Seeing that Durexi was still shaking the lottery ticket in his hand triumphantly, the boss's wife took advantage of it and smiled at the "inspection" crowd: "Sir, do you want to buy more bullets? Don't you want to buy it?"
"I want to go ahead and have a look." Sure enough, someone couldn't wait to come forward and "inspect the goods" at close range.
"Pistol or rifle?" Everyone came, and the proprietress was engaged in the business of "shooting balloons with guns" from beginning to end. However, the gunmen clearly had ulterior motives.
"She doesn't know you at all." The man with the mustache standing behind Durexi was obviously tempted.
Duresi replied without looking back: "The police won't know about our bet."
"He's just lying to you." The man with the mustache was obviously worried about the ticket seller Ivo who was hiding in the dark.
"I swear everything is fine." Duresi vowed: "If I lied to you, I would die right now."
Just as he was talking, the proprietress in a red dress bent over to get the bullet for the balloon: "Please aim at the target, gentlemen."
The rich curves attracted the man who inspected the goods at close range to express his sincere admiration: "This 'target' is really good."
As he said this, he rubbed his hands excitedly, turned back to the crowd, pointed at Duresi and launched a challenge: "I want to go back and buy one ticket or buy ten tickets."
After saying that, he ran back to the market to find the ticket seller. This caused another burst of laughter from the crowd.
"Why do you want to buy lottery tickets?" The elderly country squire with rich life experience pointed at the proprietress of "Gun and Balloon": "Within less than 20,000 yuan, this woman will be yours."
This means that 20,000 lire can make you happy with a kiss. Why bother buying lottery tickets.
"You are wrong, I tried. You can only see her face here." Duresi retorted seriously: "Come here and we can see more clearly."
It means that if you look carefully, she is not a street girl who can be obtained for 20,000 lire.
When a group of people walked straight towards the balloon shooting game table, they were stopped by a boy on a bicycle: "Dad, you want to see a new target."
"What are you doing here?" Durexi, the "old prostitute" who was exposed by his son, angrily chased the boy who fled on a bicycle. The crowd burst into laughter again. The atmosphere became more and more relaxed, and it seemed that all the men were aroused to have a "client mentality."
The crowd began to talk: "If you win, and she says, 'Sorry, you are not my type', or 'Sir, you are too small and short'..."
The short young man who was teased immediately became angry: "You fucking idiot."
Talking and laughing, a group of men rushing to "inspect the goods" finally walked to the game table and faced the landlady with dull eyes.
Accustomed to being surrounded by a group of men with ill intentions, the landlady has already developed a calm composure: "Come on, can someone break the rope?"
“Just break the rope and you’ll get Frances Conti, the best Abano.”
"Come forward, people of Lugo. One bullet will win you a bottle of wine."
"Break the rope, break the rope, everyone. It's easy, just break the rope."
Encouraged by the boss's wife's words, the men were eager to give it a try and raised their guns to shoot. There was a burst of crackling fire, and finally someone broke the rope.
"Please give the champion a round of applause and encouragement, people of Lugo." The boss lady's cold expression did not mean any reward: "The prize is the best Abano wine produced in France and Conti."
The young gunman who took the champagne opened it happily and sprayed the champagne on the landlady's chest from the air while the landlady was not prepared. This must be the scene he has always imagined.
"How dare you do this to me, you damn pig!" The fiery boss lady took out a gun and was about to fight back, but was stopped by the female assistant hiding aside: "Zoe——"
The proprietress reacted immediately, wiped the remaining wine from her neck, and said to the young man who was spraying champagne, "You can try treating your sister like this."
"I have no sisters." The young man said proudly.
"Then she is really lucky." The landlady gave the order to expel the guests: "Don't come near this place again until you learn to be polite. Five thousand in total."
"Are you crazy?" The young man was shocked. Isn't it 10 lire per bullet?
"You can't count, pig brain." The boss lady Zooey said tit for tat.
"Shut up and give her money." Duresi, who was hiding in the crowd, took the opportunity to interject.
The young man had no choice but to admit defeat and pay.
"Aiming at the balloon is easy and simple. Let the people of Lugo work together." The proprietress Zooey, who took the money and stuffed it into her chest, repeated her unchanging shouting.
Just as he was talking, suddenly an out-of-control bull broke into the crowd.
"Jesus! The cow is crazy—"
"Jesus!"
The galloping bull dispersed the crowd of onlookers. Suddenly he stopped opposite the proprietress who was hugging a female assistant.
"It's staring at me." The proprietress Zooey's voice was trembling.
"Because you are wearing red clothes, take them off quickly." The young female assistant hiding behind her stood in front of the boss lady Zooey with a face full of panic.
So the boss lady took the opportunity to take off her red top and desperately stood in front of the young female assistant.
"Oh——" the men's sighs sounded from outside the screen.
At the critical moment, the cowboy finally arrived.
"Come on, catch it." After a while of wrestling, the cowboy finally caught the bull.
"Well done, you are a hero." The landlady cheered gratefully.
The cowboy waved to her with dignity. The landlady finally had a smile on her face.
Just as he was about to turn around and put his shirt back on, the men all started yelling maliciously: "Don't put it back on!"
"Yeah, don't put it back on—"
Seeing that the landlady was unmoved, she generously covered the spring scenery. The men took off their hats and booed dissatisfiedly.
"Either you take your money and play games, or you get lost."
"I bought No. 13, No. 5 and No. 90." Someone in the crowd shouted showily.
"Goodbye!" the landlady said as she adjusted her shirt and drove away the crowd.
etc. Didn't it say 70 tickets? How come you bought number 90?
Through the voyeuristic perspective of the ticket dealer Ivo, Wu Chen was convinced that the men were very satisfied with this "inspection". Especially the bull's amazing assist was the finishing touch.
hold on. The appearance of this bull seems to be quite dramatic. Could it be...
Thinking of the cowboy's expression when he left the field, Wu Chen seemed to have thought of something.
