The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Driven by curiosity, Ye Zhibing didn't bother to eat, but went to the crowd to see what happened.

"This guy hits really well."

"Yes, the boss is afraid that he will go bankrupt."

"Hey, it's really going to go bankrupt. I don't know if the boss will do it."

"He set up a stall, of course he has to do it, otherwise who will fight in the future."

"Look, look, it's about to hit again."

Ye Zhibing stood on tiptoe, relying on his height advantage, he saw clearly that someone in the crowd was holding an air gun in front of a table, aiming at the balloon on the wall more than ten meters away.

The balloon was only half inflated, and looked very small from a distance of more than ten meters.

The man holding the gun was a man in his early thirties, with beards all over his face, and he looked extremely rough. He was wearing a sea soul shirt with a few holes in it, holding an air gun, squinting one eye, concentrating on it He was aiming at the balloon, with his finger on the trigger, ready to fire the air gun at any time.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhibing frowned and thought for a while. Generally speaking, the distance between an air gun and a balloon is only a few meters away. Such a distance like now is really rare.

Because the accuracy of this piston spring air gun is not enough, it is simply luck to go far.

boom……

The man shot.

Everyone immediately looked at the balloon, and was surprised to see that the balloon was smashed by the projectile, and it turned into pieces and hung on the wall.

"Pretty accurate!"

"Great!"

"Sharpshooter!"

Ye Zhibing also felt that that person's ability was very good, and he was accurate enough.

The man turned to a fat man carrying a canvas bag and said, "Boss, I hit it. Ten dollars."

The boss gritted his teeth, took out a crumpled ten-yuan bill from his schoolbag, and handed it to the person, "Here you are."

The man looked at the ten-yuan bill, smiled, took it with both hands, put it in his trouser pocket, and was about to squeeze out of the crowd to leave.

The people next to him booed: "Boss, you can make another bet and win the money."

The boss was also very unwilling. After thinking for a while, he said to the man: "Brother, play another game and hit the bull's-eye. I will give you one hundred yuan. If you miss, you will return all the money I lost to you." I."

The man touched the banknotes in his trouser pocket, thought for a while, nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll bet with you."

The boss immediately took out a target paper from the desk drawer, went to the base of the wall, and nailed it to the wall with thumbtacks.

He walked back and glanced at the target paper in front of the table, and felt that the center of the circle, which was the tenth ring, was a dot.

This guy shouldn't be able to hit him now, right?

"Okay, brother, you can fight. It's still the same as before, if you hit the bull's-eye, I'll give you a hundred yuan. If you don't hit, you will return all the money I lost to you."

The man picked up the gun, loaded the pellets, and squinted at the target paper in the distance.

The people around suddenly began to discuss in a low voice.

"I'm afraid I won't hit it this time. The bull's-eye looks like a grain of rice to me."

"Yeah, unless he can walk through Yang with a hundred steps, he might spit out the money he won just now."

"It's a pity, the few hits just now were so accurate, and now I have to turn them over."

……

Ye Zhibing listened attentively to everyone's discussions, and carefully observed the person's movements.

The man aimed the gun at the bull's-eye for a long time and still didn't shoot. He adjusted patiently.

The boss urged: "Brother, hurry up, I'm going to eat."

"No rush, boss. If I miss, won't the money be returned to you?"

The man spoke slowly, his eyes still looking at the distant target.

The onlookers all watched with bated breath and stopped talking.

Because they watched that person's movements, they would shoot at any time, for fear of missing a wonderful scene.

boom……

Finally, the shot was made, and the projectile spun from the muzzle to the target.

Everyone stared at the target paper to see if that person could focus on the target.

The boss also stared closely, his heart in his throat.Without blinking his eyes, he prayed in his heart: don't hit, don't hit!

The projectile finally hit the target paper!
It's a pity that there is a slight difference from the bull's-eye, and it is off the center of the ninth ring.

"Oh, what a pity."

"It's a pity, it's only a hair's breadth away."

The surrounding onlookers sighed.

When the boss saw the result, he immediately smiled, and stretched out his hand in front of the man to ask for money, "Brother, you missed, should you give me back the money?"

The man sighed, and reluctantly took out seven or eight ten-yuan bills from his trouser pocket and handed them to the boss.

The boss grabbed the banknote and said happily, "Thank you very much, thank you very much."

The show was over, and everyone was about to disperse, each went back to each house to find their mothers, when suddenly a cry came out of nowhere.

"Wait a minute."

Everyone looked at the speaker, and saw a well-dressed young man smiling and squeezing in.

This person is naturally Ye Zhibing.

He saw that the man had good marksmanship, but seemed to be short of money. This was a good opportunity to recruit talents.

To recruit talents, first, you must have capital, which simply means having a stage and money for talents to display their talents; second, you must have the advantages to convince talents.

Otherwise, who would mess with you?

Ye Zhibing can provide that person with many opportunities to display their talents, as well as high rewards.

Now he still needs to show his hand to convince that person.

Therefore, Ye Zhibing stood up with a loud shout.

Seeing that there was another excitement to watch, everyone got excited and didn't leave, continuing to gather around.

The boss looked at Ye Zhibing and asked puzzledly, "Brother, what do you want to do?"

Ye Zhibing smiled and said to the boss: "I also want to take a shot, and one shot will determine the outcome."

The boss frowned and asked the young man who suddenly came out, "How do you want to bet?"

Ye Zhibing pointed at the target paper in the distance, "It's very simple. If I hit the bull's-eye, you will give me 1000 yuan. If I miss the bull's-eye, I will give you [-] yuan. Will you do it?"

The boss thought and thought, and felt that he could agree.

It's true that the guy just now was a sharpshooter, but sharpshooters are hard to come by.

Is there a second sharpshooter here?

If you lose, you will lose one hundred, and if you win, you will earn one thousand.

This is a good deal, do it!

"Okay, brother, I'll bet you. If you hit the bull's-eye, I'll give you 1000 yuan. If you miss the bull's-eye, you'll give me [-] yuan."

Everyone was in an uproar, and some people dared to bet like this, it was too exaggerated.

Even the man with good marksmanship looked at Ye Zhibing in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Ye Zhibing smiled at the man, picked up the air gun on the table, loaded the pellets, and aimed at the target paper in the distance.

"Do you think he can hit?"

"I see Xuan. Just now, the guy couldn't hit every shot, why should he hit it at a young age?"

Ye Zhibing looked at the target and listened to everyone's discussion, almost no one was optimistic about him.

But he doesn't care, real skills are real skills, and I'll show you what a sharpshooter is later!