"What on earth are you doing?" On the way back to the Zhang family's home after leaving the shooting range, Zhang Jianghe, who was sitting in the back seat of the car with his eyes closed and relaxing, suddenly became angry at Tangcheng. "Since you have decided to stay away from right and wrong, you should behave like an ordinary person and not let anyone notice you. This is the best way to hide. But you just did what you did in the shooting range. Damn it, don’t you know that Big Lao Wang is a gun maniac! When someone like this notices you, do you think you can be stable in the future? "
Zhang Jianghe's seizure occurred suddenly. Not only Zhou Hongzhuang, but also Tang Cheng, who was concentrating on driving, did not expect it. Slowly parking the car on the side of the road, Tang Cheng took out his cigarettes and carefully smiled with Zhang Jianghe. "Uncle, what's wrong with you? I didn't do anything just now? If you tell me what I just told Big Lao Wang, then there's no need to worry at all. I know what you're worried about, but the Intelligence Department can't call us Let’s end the inheritance of the Old Tang family!”
What Tang Cheng and Zhang Jiang said sounded totally irrelevant, so Zhou Hongzhuang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was confused. Seeing that Zhang Jianghe still had a cold face but reached out to take the cigarette he handed over, Tang Cheng immediately laughed and explained to Zhou Hongzhuang. "What I was worried about just now was that the Great Pharaoh would recommend me to the higher-ups to join the assassination team. Once I join the assassination team, it will be difficult to turn back unless I am seriously injured or disabled or die for my country."
"That's what I'm talking about. My father was a martyr, and I am the only child of the Tang family. According to military rules, the only son in the family will never be drafted. What's more, my father won a medal after he died for the country. So. So, if I am like this, there is 100% chance that I will not be recruited into the assassination team, and my marksmanship is also practiced. As long as I can persist and suffer losses, anyone with a little bit of shooting talent can be like me. marksmanship and reactions."
"You said it lightly, but I'm afraid that the situation above will be tense. What will you do when the time comes?" Zhang Jianghe smoked a cigarette, but his expression did not soften at all. After all, he was an old man from the Intelligence Department, and he was concerned about some dirty activities secretly. , Zhang Jianghe asked himself that Tangcheng was no better than he understood. "I remember that when your father was still alive, he often said that to be successful in life, you need to keep a low profile, otherwise you will bring trouble to yourself and your family."
"Yes, yes! Isn't that what you old people rely on to make a living! I was wrong, it's all my fault, I have also remembered this lesson, and I will never do it again in the future!" Zhang Jiang finally figured it out. What was He worried about? Tang Cheng was busy with Zhang Jianghe, and Zhou Hongzhuang was present to help intercede. Zhang Jianghe's expression finally softened, but the warning in his eyes did not dissipate.
Tang Cheng started the car with an innocent face, but after getting back on the road, Tang Cheng suddenly suggested going to that Sichuan restaurant called Chen Kee for lunch. "I guess if we continue to make such a fuss a few times, the guy upstairs will lose his nerve and let us go south to Chongqing. So, we should get used to the taste of Sichuan people in advance. When we get to Chongqing, there will be everything on the plate. There will be Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers in the dishes!" Tang Cheng's last words were deliberately addressed to Zhang Jianghe, because Zhang Jianghe can't eat spicy food.
"You don't have to worry about it. I don't believe that in such a big city, Chongqing, I can't find a place to eat!" Zhang Jianghe, who was teased by Tang Cheng with deliberate winks, gradually relaxed and reached out to knock on Tang Cheng. With a bang, he didn't forget to say something in return to Tang Cheng. Zhou Hongzhuang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pursed her lips and laughed secretly. The bickering between the uncle and nephew made her feel warm and at home.
"Ah! It's snowing outside!" Zhou Hongzhuang, who had been silent until now, suddenly pointed out the car window and shouted. Tang Cheng, Zhang Jiang and Wen Yan each turned their heads and looked outside through the car window. They looked a little gloomy at first. There were really snowflakes in the sky. It's snowing. The mood of the three people in Tangcheng in the car has not become worse because of the heavy snow in the sky. Instead, they are slightly happy, especially Zhang Jianghe, who has a smile on his face.
A snowy day is a good day to eat hot pot. As soon as he entered Chen Ji's door, Tang Cheng immediately asked Chen Ji's boy to prepare the hot pot. Looking at Chen Ji's lobby, someone had already jumped in and started eating hot pot. Chen Kee specializes in Sichuan cuisine. Although it is not as spicy as the local Sichuan cuisine, it is enough to make Sichuanese in Nanjing city recall the taste of their hometown. Tang Cheng's mother was originally from Sichuan. After his father passed away, Tang Cheng often accompanied his mother to Chen Ke's, so he was very familiar with Chen Ke's.
Tang Cheng did not go to the private room above Chen Ji. Instead, like the other diners, he chose a table in the lobby on the first floor. The hot pot ordered by Tang Cheng was brought to the table by the waiter, and then various side dishes were also brought to the table one after another. Soon the table was full. Zhang Jianghe, who never liked spicy food, watched with great interest as Tang Cheng and Zhou Hongzhuang were having fun. However, after he ate a piece of mutton dipped in oil, he was immediately overcome by the spicy smell and coughed. Upon seeing this, Tang Cheng offered to get him a clear soup, but Zhang Jianghe refused. After a few times, he got used to the taste and liked it better than anyone else.
"Haha, it's so good. I have to eat hot pot on a snowy day!" He took out several chopsticks of meat slices and ate them. There were beads of sweat on Zhang Jianghe's forehead and nose. Looking at Tang Cheng and Zhou Hongzhuang, their faces were as normal as usual. Not the slightest bit of discomfort. "When I was young, I lived with my master in Chengdu for a while. We also often ate hot pot at that time. It was even more numb and spicy than this!" Zhou Hongzhuang put down her chopsticks after eating only half full, and took a sip. Soda water, while helping Zhang Jianghe fish out vegetables from the pot.
"You eat it yourself, I can take care of myself!" After a few times, Zhang Jianghe, who gradually got used to it, pushed a small plate full of meat slices in front of Zhou Hongzhuang. "You young people should eat more. Our family is not so poor. It is a good thing to be able to eat." Zhang Jianghe, who was in a happy mood, looked at the well-behaved Zhou Hongzhuang and liked it more and more. He turned to look at Zheng Huan who was eating. Tang Cheng, whose face was oily, was full of contempt.
The snow is falling heavily, and it doesn't look like it will stop for a while. The three of them in Tangcheng have nothing to do today. After Chen Ji has a big meal, Zhang Jianghe is going to watch a play, but Tangcheng is going to where he used to go. That leather goods shop. "You kid, please listen to me. Don't associate with those yellow-haired big noses in the future. Although it didn't say anything above, you and I both know that there are not many good people in these foreign big noses. You'd better be careful and don't wait. If something goes wrong, no one can save you."
Knowing that Tang Cheng was going to find the foreigner named Joseph, Zhang Jianghe couldn't help but lectured Tang Cheng. Naturally, Tang Cheng did not dare to refute. He could only say that he had ordered something from that store earlier. This is for pickup. "I don't care about that much. You can go and take Hongzhuang with you. After you're done, you go to the theater to pick me up. We'll come here for dinner in the evening. I think their twice-cooked pork is also very good."
Knowing that Zhang Jianghe must be hiding something from himself and Zhou Hongzhuang, Tang Cheng didn't say much. He just followed Zhang Jianghe's request and first drove Zhang Jianghe to the theater where he often went, and then drove with Zhou Hongzhuang. Went to Joseph's fur shop. "Tang, my friend, I haven't seen you for a while!" Tang Cheng's arrival made Joseph very happy. He first gave Tang Cheng a bear hug, then looked at Zhou Hongzhuang without blinking, and waved He looked like he was waiting for Tang Cheng's introduction.
Naturally, Tang Cheng would not satisfy Joseph's request to get to know Zhou Hongzhuang, and just took Joseph to the backyard of the leather goods store. "What happened to the things I ordered from you before?" Joseph's leather goods shop was as messy as before. The aisle connecting the backyard was filled with leather materials and some semi-finished products. Zhou Hongzhuang, who was following the two of them, couldn't understand what Tang Cheng and the two who were talking in English were saying. All her thoughts were devoted to carefully avoiding those things in the aisle.
The things Tangcheng asked Joseph to order were actually not that important, at least that's how Joseph saw it. A suitcase with an obvious British style was opened by Joseph. Several quick-draw gun holsters stamped with thin steel sheets were taken out of the suitcase and arranged one by one on the table. "You said before that you would use hard cowhide to make this thing. After I tried it, I found that the hardness was not high enough and the finished product would be easily deformed."
"Then I thought of using this kind of thin steel sheet with good elasticity. A very popular metal wallet in Europe uses thin steel sheets of this material. I have tried these with my own hands. The one with the top painted red is suitable for ** pistols, and the black one is suitable for m1911. The magazine bag you mentioned, I still use hard cowhide, which is the same as you requested. Whether it is the one on the table or the magazine bag, there is one on the back. The clip clips onto your belt.”
These quick-draw holsters that Joseph took out from the suitcase made Tang Cheng ecstatic. Although the quick-draw holsters made of thin steel sheets were inferior in weight to those made of engineering plastic injection molding in later generations. Quickly draw the holster, but in this era, it is unique. Tang Cheng picked one up from the table and looked at it carefully. He found that the main bodies of the quick-draw holsters made by Joseph were still cowhide. The thin steel sheets were only used for the clamp part on the back of the quick-draw holster and the quick-draw gun. The lower end of the sleeve.
After looking at it carefully for a while, Tang Cheng pulled out an M1911 pistol from his waist with his backhand, and then inserted the M1911 pistol into a quick-draw holster. The feeling that the size was just right made Tang Cheng happy. Then following Joseph's prompts, he moved the steel clip on the back of the holster with his left hand and quickly buckled it on his belt. "Yes, it's almost the same as my previous request!" Tang Cheng jumped on the spot a few times and found that the quick-draw gun holster buckled on his belt did not affect his activities. Tang Cheng gave a thumbs up to Joseph, who had a smug look on his face.
