"One, two, three...fifty, fifty-one..." Lei Weidong put one hand on the ground, one hand behind his back, and sat doing push-ups with one hand.
"Uncle Dong, I really can't stand it anymore. This is too..."
"You have to persist even if you can't stand it. The most important thing in shooting is arm strength. You can't feel it with the .38 you are using now. You will know if you change it to a large-caliber pistol like the Sand Eagle."
"But!"
"There's nothing wrong with it. You can do 500 push-ups with each hand on your left and right hands, and 1,000 push-ups with both hands every day. Keep doing this for three years."
"Uncle Dong, what are you doing here?" Lei Weidong asked, slowly lifting a bucket of water up with his fingers.
"The sharpshooter, the most important thing is..."
"Uncle Dong, when can I practice shooting?" Lei Weidong, who was lying on the ground after practicing hard for more than an hour, asked weakly.
"This is the timetable. You can practice according to it from now on." Yang Jindong threw a piece of paper to Lei Weidong.
"Timetable." Looking at the densely written things that need to be done every day, Lei Weidong looked ugly, "Uncle Dong, if you follow this, I won't have to do anything every day, or even..."
"If you practice shooting in the gun room all day long, what's the difference between having nothing to do? As for playing football, it doesn't matter. You can just make it up later." Yang Jindong said with a smile.
"Lei Zai, don't think I'm harsh. A strict teacher will make a good disciple. If you want to become a first-class master, you can't do it without hard work. I hope you will become the new generation of gun king."
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"Lei Zai, you're still practicing shooting, don't you know you're tired?" Lard Zai, who smiled like a Buddha all day long, walked into the gun room of the Central Police Station. When he saw Lei Weidong shooting at the shooting range, he came over immediately .
"Brother Zai, why are you free to come to the police station today? Are you okay?" Seeing Lard Zai coming, Lei Weidong put down the gun in his hand and said hello to him.
Different from the image in Money Empire, the lard boy in front of me not only has the fatness of Fatty Wang, but also the wretchedness of Uncle Da. Combining the shortcomings of their appearance, he looks even more pleasing.
"Are you confused by your gun practice? Today is the day to pay the fees. Of course I have to come over." Lardboy smiled and took out an envelope from his arms, "Here, this is yours."
"My, brother Zai, it's not mine...why is it still there?" Looking at the envelope handed over by Lard Zai, Lei Weidong was very confused.
He is just a senior police officer now, and the fees are issued by the sergeant of the plainclothes team, so there is no need for Lardboy to take action himself.
"This is not a fee, it is a red envelope given to you by Brother Luo." Lardboy laughed loudly, "In yesterday's game, you passed three good balls in a row, and you cooperated with Xijiu to help Brother Luo complete a hat trick.
Brother Luo is very happy. It happens that you have been employed for three months and decided to give you a big red envelope of 9,999 yuan. "
"Thank you Brother Luo, thank you Brother Zai." Upon hearing that it was the red envelope given by Lei Luo, Lei Weidong took it with joy.
"Lei Zai, I'm not telling you, your life is too boring." Patting Lei Weidong on the shoulder, Lard Zai pulled Lei Weidong to sit on a chair at the shooting range and chatted.
"Every day I either practice shooting at the police station or go to the martial arts gym to practice martial arts. Home, the police station, and the martial arts gym are all in one line. Except for the occasional game of football with Brother Luo, I don't have any spare time activities.
It’s time to find a girlfriend. If you can’t find one, I’ll introduce you to a few. Not only do they look as good as movie stars, but they’re also young girls. "
"Brother Zai, I'm dissatisfied with what you said. I also want to have a girlfriend, but at my age." Lei Weidong shrugged and said helplessly, "It's better to wait two years and wait until I'm sixteen."
"Ah, haha, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me, you are still not satisfied this year..." The expression on Lardboy's face was stunned, and he smiled awkwardly.
Lei Weidong's true age is a secret to ordinary policemen. They all think that Lei Weidong is sixteen years old. But in the eyes of big guys like Lei Luo and Zhu Luzai, this little secret is nothing. A little investigation will reveal it. knew.
Now Lei Weidong has only one month to turn 13, so it is a bit difficult for him to go out to pick up girls.
Why aren't Chen Xijiu, Lin Gang and others jealous of Lei Weidong's rapid rise to the top? Apart from the fact that Lei Weidong's position is too low, it will take seven, eight or even ten years to climb to the position of detective at the fastest.
Another point is that Lei Weidong is too young. Not to mention the older generations such as Lei Luo and Lan Gang, even the youngest Chen Xijiu is more than 20 years older than Lei Weidong and belongs to two generations.
By the time Lei Weidong came to power, not to mention Lan Gang and others, even Chen Xijiu was about to retire.
"I don't like tobacco and alcohol. It will affect my performance in football. I have to wait for a girlfriend for two years. Now I really have nowhere to go and can only live a three-point-one life." Lei Weidong continued.
"You can go to the casino to play and relax." Lardboy suggested.
"I would like to go to Macau to see the world and see how luxurious the No. 1 casino in Asia is, but at my age, I can't get in."
"Your age is really embarrassing now. I was still in school when I was your age, and I only came out after graduating from the third grade of secondary school." Hearing that Lei Weidong wanted to see the world in Macau, Lardboy smiled.
"It's others who can't get in, not us. I have a VIP letter from the Lisboa Casino. Just take it and use it. You won't be kicked out because of your age."
"Thank you, Brother Zai." Upon hearing that Lard Zai wanted to lend him the VIP letter from Lisboa, Lei Weidong stood up to express his gratitude.
Lei Weidong, who has detection skills, has long wanted to go to Macau to make a fortune.
Gambling is illegal in Hong Kong, and money won in underground casinos is not officially recognized.
But it's different in Macau. Not only can you gamble openly, but you can also spend the money you win liberally. Even the Independent Commission Against Corruption can't do anything to you.
Of course, the money must be something you actually won, not someone who deliberately lost it to you at the casino.
Now that the Independent Commission Against Corruption has just been established, its attention is still focused on the detectives in Xiangjiang and not on Macau. As long as the money won in the casino is in vain.
In the 1980s, because the police often had shady policemen deliberately go to Macau and use casinos to launder money in order to turn their money into white money, and people would deliberately lose money to them.
There have been so many incidents like this that the Independent Commission Against Corruption has begun to conduct in-depth investigations into the money won by police and civil servants from casinos. Once they find that there is an interest relationship, they will invite them to drink coffee.
"Lei Zai, are you really going to Macau?" After Lard Zai left, Yang Jindong came to Lei Weidong with two bottles of water, handed one over and asked.
"I have to go. Lardboy has already said this. I can't go if I don't." Taking the water handed over by Yang Jindong, Lei Weidong unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
"There is probably Brother Luo's intention in this."
"It's possible." Yang Jindong nodded and guessed, "It's probably because Lei Luo found out about me taking you on as a disciple and wanted to test you."
"Uncle Dong, do you have a conflict with Lei Luo?" Lei Weidong asked.
"No." Yang Jindong shook his head, "It's just that Lei Luo wanted to mention me as detective a few years ago, but I rejected it, so... pay attention when you go to Macau. You can play, but don't get addicted to gambling. Like poison, it harms others and ourselves.”
"Uncle Dong, don't worry, I still have some self-control." Lei Weidong smiled,
"However, Uncle Dong, Brother Luo promoted you to the rank of detective. Could it be that you were so good at shooting before? You must not be an ordinary person. Why do you stay in the gun room?"
Lei Weidong's eyes were full of doubts, and he was obviously very curious.
"I mainly lost to one person, so..." Yang Jindong's tone revealed his unwillingness.
"You lost to one person. Uncle Dong, you are so powerful. The person who can defeat you must be..., can you tell me who it is?"
"Who else can be the best killer in the world, Aotian?" Yang Jindong curled his lips, "But I didn't lose, it was a draw. At the same time, we made an appointment to duel again in twenty years."
