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The next morning, I got up and went downstairs. Uncle Fang had already gotten up and had already prepared breakfast.

Fang Bo has been to the United States for twenty years and has long been used to the lifestyle in the United States, especially breakfast, although he likes Chinese foods such as fried dough sticks, soy milk, and buns.

But as a bachelor, Western breakfast is the most suitable for him because it is simple and convenient.

Milk oatmeal, with a few slices of toast and fried eggs, a hearty American breakfast is done with a few slices of crispy bacon.

"You boy, you will be in a hurry. You will be down just after I have finished my breakfast."

Fang Bo put the frying pan into the pool and said to Jin Muchen with a smile, and Jin Muchen nodded with a laugh.

"Of course, your skills are really good, this bacon is crispy and tastes just right!"

As soon as Jin Muchen sat down, he picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it crisply.

Although Americans don’t like to eat pork, there is a pork product that almost every American cannot refuse, that is bacon, which is an indispensable thing for a typical American breakfast.

Fang Bo sat down with a chuckle, poured himself a cup of black coffee, picked up the morning newspaper, and ate it while reading. Over the years, he has become completely used to this American breakfast style.

"By the way, that Mr. Wang called me recently."

Bo Fang read a few pages of newspaper, then picked up the toast and started to apply butter on it, and said to Jin Muchen while wiping it.

"Is that Wang Xueming?"

The image of a domestic tycoon with a bit of Confucian business temperament flashed in Jin Muchen's mind. He was a cheerful person. But he didn't expect that this time he had waited for so long before he called back. I wonder if he had any other ideas.

"Yeah, that's him."

Bo Fang applied butter jam to the toast and then put it in his mouth and took a bite.

"What did he say?"

"He contacted me a few days ago and asked me to send him the photos of the bottles and porcelain bowls you brought up and sent him. He said he wanted to ask someone to see it. Especially the gold mount, he was very interested. He just replied to me this morning. I could hear that he was very excited. He told me that if it weren't for the many social engagements at the end of the year, he would have flew over today. It would have to be delayed for a few days. He said that when New Year's Day passed, he would come over and let us keep those things for him."

Jin Muchen nodded after hearing this. It would be reasonable. You should know that the gold-mounted porcelain bowl is a good thing, and it is definitely a good thing for a national treasure.

Logically speaking, if he had pursued the maximization of interests, he would have been able to send the bowl to Sotheby's or Christie's for them to take pictures.

But because he was unwilling to let these foreigners raise prices, on the other hand, he also hoped that this national treasure could be returned to China, so he kept holding back and not taking the photo.

You know, he is very short of money now. Although he has a hundred million yuan in his hand, he now wants to settle down in Manhattan and take over his parents in China.

So his little money is definitely not enough. If he sells the gold-contained porcelain bowl, there will definitely be no problem with shortage of funds.

But he has never given the photo, which is already a way to save face for Mr. Wang.

"Well, that's good. Let's talk about it when he comes, and see if he offers it sincerely."

"Well, I think so too. Although we want to return the national treasure, we can't do it in vain? By the way, what about your snuff bottles? What are your plans?"

Fang Bo turned around and asked Jin Muchen, his eyes full of expectations. How could Jin Muchen not know what he meant?

"Fang Bocheng, as you said, most of the people who do antique business are antique enthusiasts. Although I have just started, I have found that these antiques are becoming more and more interesting as I play with them. I like these snuff bottles very much, so I plan to keep them, which are my own collections, and I don't plan to sell them."

"That's right! Although we are in the antique business, we are different from those merchants who just expect to sell antiques. The purpose of our business is to use the money we earn to support us in collecting this hobby. We cannot just focus on losing money!"

Fang Bo slapped his thigh and said to Jin Muchen. Jin Muchen smiled and said nothing.

"Do you have any other arrangements these days?"

"There is no arrangement, why don't you have anything to do with Bo Fang?"

"Oh? Nothing? Isn't Christmas going to be a few days away? The business in the store is not very busy during this period. I want to give you a few days off. If you want nothing to do, just have a good time with that Candice. You young people need to spend more time together."

Fang Bo looked at Jin Muchen with a smile and said, the longer he got along, the more he felt that Jin Muchen was more interested in himself. He had no children, so in his eyes, Jin Muchen naturally became his grandchild, and of course he hoped that his grandchildren could live a happy life.

Jin Muchen scratched his head and said nothing.

After breakfast, Jin Muchen went downstairs to find Candice. Anyway, the antique shop was not too busy, so Fang Bo also gave him a vacation.

When he came to the delicious bakery, Candice had already changed his clothes and got down from the upper floor. He was wearing a purple slim down jacket, a white velvet hat, and jeans, and didn't look refreshing.

"What are the arrangements today?"

Candice pulled the door and got into the car. Jin Muchen asked her with a smile. Candice shook her head.

"There is no arrangement. Aunt Mary has already prepared the things to prepare for Christmas, so I can't help? By the way, do you have any plans today?"

"It's true!"

Jin Muchen said while starting the car. Candice asked after putting on his seat belt.

“What arrangement?”

"I want to buy two guns!"

"What? Why are you buying a gun?"

Candice was startled when he heard this, but soon returned to normal.

This is the United States, and it is the East Coast where guns are flooded. It is really not a big deal for everyone to have one gun, and it is even common for everyone to have two.

Jin Muchen turned his head and glanced at Candice, then said.

"I haven't felt that good after meeting those Japanese in Washington two days ago. And you heard what Chen Jianfeng said that day. They are all related to blackness. I'm afraid they don't know when they will come back to take revenge. And I'm doing antique business now, and I have a lot of cash flow, so I need a gun to protect myself."

After Jin Muchen said this, Candice didn't say much. In fact, she has experienced many bad things in recent times, and even at this time she was wondering whether she should buy a gun to protect herself.

"Then have you decided where to buy it?"

"Well, go to Araki Town. I saw it online yesterday that they have a gun shop there and are doing promotions these two days."

"Okay, let's go to Araki Town."

Araki Town is located in New Jersey, but it is not very far from Flushing. It takes only half an hour to drive, even closer than Flushing's drive to Manhattan.

This town belongs to New Jersey in name, but in fact it is almost a satellite city in New York.

Many white-collar workers who work in New York but do not want to bear the high prices and high housing prices in New York have their homes here and take the MRT express train to and from get off work every day.

The weather was very clear on that day, but due to the continuous heavy snow for several days, many roads were frozen. Jin Muchen's car drove very slowly and it took nearly an hour to drive to Araki Town.

The gun shop I saw on the Internet yesterday is located next to the exit of the expressway, next to a gas station and an auto repair shop.

The area of ​​this store is not particularly large, only about 200 square meters. The decoration inside the store is very new at the time. The decoration method is the same as that of an ordinary self-selected supermarket. There are several rows of shelves. The shelves are not ordinary top-quality products, but various kinds of guns.

The long, short, and small ones were too big. Jin Muchen was confused as soon as he entered the gun shop.

As a man who came to the country of gun ban, almost few people didn't like to steal it. Jin Muchen had long heard of gun shops everywhere in the United States, but he had never had time to come to visit at that time.

Since then, he was not allowed to buy guns as an international student. Secondly, he was short of money. At that time, he was all dependent on his parents for going to school and having dinner. How could he bear to spend money here with his parents’ money?

The price of guns in the United States is really cheap, but bullets are not cheap. What's more, it's addictive to this thing when you buy it. After buying one, it becomes addictive, it's difficult to control yourself.

In addition, if you have to practice target shooting from time to time, the cost will be huge.

So although Jin Muchen has always been interested in guns before, he has never been to the gun shop.

"How is it? What do you like? Just choose whatever you want?"

A middle-aged white man came over to look at the two of them with a smile and said, Jin Muchen and Candice nodded.

Soon Jin Muchen picked three guns, one with a 45-caliber m1911, the other was Glock, and the US military-style m9. Candice also picked a Smithwison's 38-caliber revolver.

"Can you try it?"

"I'll take you to the shooting range?"

The middle-aged shop owner smiled and said, then took them into a door next to the counter, walked through a long corridor, and opened the door and saw a wasteland.

However, this wasteland is surrounded by iron, with an area of ​​about a few acres. This is the shooting range of the Gun Shop. In the middle of the shooting range is a small hill bag, and under the hill bag are several targets.

This shooting range looks like it is more bargaining than you see on TV, and there is no modern equipment, but this is the true face of most American shooting ranges.

On the contrary, the more modern shooting ranges that you see in American movies and TV series are rare for many ordinary gun shops in the United States.

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