Chapter 3 Market experience

Author: drinking luck

Chapter 3 Market experience

Linn was ready to go. Before leaving, he did not forget to pick up the energy pistol on the table and clumsily opened the safety.

"Click."

Then close it again.

"Click."

His shooting proficiency is very low, perhaps due to the mentality of a commoner in his previous life. Since Lin En traveled to this world, he has not fired even a single bullet.

"I'll practice shooting when I get back."

In the past few days, he had been obsessed with studying and had been a little slack on his marksmanship. Fortunately, he was a pure native of Anning City. Although his accuracy was not very good, he could at least know how to shoot.

The slightest difference in the muzzle of the gun may determine the shooter's life.

Lin En took a deep breath and then slowly opened the door.

The dazzling sunlight shone down, and he squinted his eyes, subconsciously covering the sun with his hands.

"Hey, isn't this a great mechanic? Why are you so reluctant to go out today?"

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

Aunt Subi, who was pushing a trolley to pick up garbage on the old street, laughed and teased, her voice was very loud, and almost instantly, a circle of neighbors surrounded Linn with hula, and the windows of several nearby houses were also opened immediately.

"How's the business going? Have you made a million?"

Lin En was helpless. These neighbors all knew about his current business situation, and words like "big engineer" were almost sarcastic.

The original person likes to brag a lot, so many neighbors are waiting to see his jokes.

He barely managed to cope with these people and finally squeezed out of the crowd.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

The sun is at the middle of the day.

Anning City stands tall, with electronic towers symbolizing prosperity and progress standing tall. Next to it are scattered skyscrapers, which still emit light pollution endlessly during the day.

The wilderness outside the city is even more vast. If you hold a telescope and look far away, you can only see the shadows outside the city. If you want to see clearly, you can't see it. The wilderness is filled with a strange fog all year round, which seriously obscures the people in the city.

vision.

Being flanked by these two behemoths at the site of the firefight, they seemed insignificant.

Lin En's Prosthetics Shop is located in the northeast corner of the entire firefighting area, on a main road called Old Street. It's not too far from the market. It takes about ten minutes to walk quickly.

Lin En pushed a trolley along the old street, looking at the beggars leaning on the tin houses on the side of the road with POS machines in their hands, the staggering people digging in the garbage, and the laughing and kicking people.

Football kids feel sad.

The teenagers in Crossfire have three ways to get ahead.

The easiest way is to join a gang and live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. If you work for a few years, you may gain friendships and wealth.

If it’s even more difficult, join a bounty hunter, fight off restless beasts in the foggy wilderness, and earn money from hunting.

The hardest thing is to learn step by step and apply for companies in other regions step by step.

There is no soil for learning here. Many people cannot read a single Chinese character. It is extremely difficult to teach yourself to understand recruitment questions that even Lin En cannot understand.

Linn's anxious mood was inexplicably relieved a lot.

"At least I haven't fallen into this situation yet."

Arrive at the market. This market in the northeastern region is controlled by the Lizard Gang. From time to time, ghost-fire motorcycles come with exhaust fumes. On the seats are young and girls dressed in flashy clothes.

Most of them had modified prosthetics, and their arms shone with metallic luster. They came to monitor the order of the market, and they also easily slipped out the beggars who had sneaked in.

There are also burly hunters with ferocious faces and big guns on their backs, who want to make some supplies in the market.

Of course, more people like Lin En just keep their heads down and go their own way.

In the market, the "Night" SPA with its beautiful lights screamed in broad daylight, hunters and mercenaries drank together in the tavern, and there was a long queue in front of the prosthetic shop in Mong Kok, and the business was good.

Lin En took another look at the charming little hotel. The woman standing at the door suddenly looked over with charming eyes. Lin En's heart skipped a beat and she looked at her with a smile.

Reluctantly looking away, Lin En followed the fragments in his memory to find the food wholesale store he visited most often. The owner was sitting on a maza, leaning on the half-open iron door to bask in the sun, with a plate of stainless steel walnuts in his hand. When he saw Lin En

,haha clapping hands:

"Hey Xiaolin, I haven't seen you for a few days. Is your business booming recently?"

The boss's name was Ban Wen. He was very popular in the Northeast Market where the fighting took place. He also knew some details about Lin En, such as his repair skills and the fact that the prosthetic shop was about to close down.

"Haha." Lin En waved his hands speechlessly,

"Not prosperous, not prosperous"

Food prices in Anning City are quite cheap. You can buy several liters of syrup at a few o'clock. Even synthetic meat cubes cost less than five o'clock per kilogram. Lin En picked out the goods casually and exchanged words with the boss.

The conversation started.

When talking about Lynn's current situation, the boss said mysteriously:

"You are going to be prosperous soon!"

Linn's heart tightened. He thought for a moment that his boss had discovered the golden finger he relied on to make a living, but he immediately ruled out this assumption and asked calmly:

"How do you say this?"

"You don't know yet." The boss was stunned, pulled Maza, hooked his hand and motioned for Lin to come over, and whispered:

"The Grundfos food company in the shantytown said it wanted to develop this area of ​​​​firefighting and give orders and subsidies to all the merchants who make machinery. I don't know what they want to do."

"This is a great opportunity." The boss smiled and said, "If you become successful one day, don't forget me."

"If you can't fly, crawling on the ground will be great." Linn pulled a cart of food, weighed them one by one, and looked at the three-digit quotation on the dusty screen and said in shock:

"So expensive?"

".Isn't this a big company coming? Syrup costs four points a pound and three pounds costs ten yuan."

"I'm not trying to rip off regular customers. You can ask around here. The merchants in this area are all offering this price now."

"Profiteer!"

"Pure profiteers!"

The door of the prosthetic shop opened, then closed hard, causing dust to fall on the floor.

Lin dragged his tired body to finish dinner, then found a wooden board, drew a few crooked concentric circles on it with an oil-based pen, and clamped the hard steel plate behind the wooden board.

This is the fixed target that will be used next.

Weighing the energy pistol in his hand, Linn cleared away the trash, put away the wires and walked to the other side of the hut, taking a deep breath.

He never fired a gun.

Recalling the "Three Points and One Line Rule" in the original memory, as well as the three shooting postures of standing, lying, and kneeling, Linn felt extremely nervous.

He checked the sight back and forth and finally pulled the trigger!

Click.

No insurance!

Lin En awkwardly wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

At least the psychological barrier has been overcome.

This wave is not a loss.

He turned on the safety, repositioned himself to shoot, and fired one shot!

The huge recoil of the gun shocked the wrist, and a blue energy bullet exquisitely bypassed the target and penetrated into the rusty wall, creating tiny cracks!

The iron house shook, and rust rustled down, pouring on Lin En's head.

Crows foraging in the garbage outside the window fluttered away.

Linn's face twitched.

"...Made."

Laying steel plates around the target again, Linn fired!

Bang!

Hit the target!

[Firearm shooting:exp+1]

Linn showed a proud smile.

Bang!

Bang!
To be continued...