After shooting for a morning of gunfire, Ye Qing's target finally moved from 50 meters to 150 meters.

A small improvement was enough to satisfy Ye Qing. Ye Qing cooked at noon. In order to take into account the tastes and eating habits of the two, Ye Qing made seafood fried rice.

"Hey, boss. Look at this, vo     falcon, isn't it?"

Just as the three of them were eating around the table, Harris, who was browsing his phone, suddenly screamed. Then he reached his phone in front of Ye Qing and Kang En.

On the screen of the mobile phone, a rotating rear pull rifle that looks a bit old-fashioned is lying quietly in the center. Unlike ordinary old-fashioned guns, the buttstock and guardrail parts have very beautiful textures. All the metal parts on the surface of the gun also have exquisite carvings.

In addition, it is not difficult to guess from the reflection of the photo that the gun was even waxed and shaved. Even though Ye Qing had no love for the old-fashioned rifle, he had to admit that the gun in front of him was really good-looking.

"Look at this beautiful walnut, guess how much is this gun worth?"

"Two hundred thousand?"

He looked at Ye Qing helplessly, and Kang En said tentatively.

"No! Boss, what do you think?"

"One million?"

Ye Qing looked at Harris who was acting like a show-off and said with a smile. At the same time, she didn't forget to pick up two bites of fried rice.

"Hahaha, the boss is just smart. There are not that many, but it's about the same. The one in the photo is $900,000!"

"Sheit, just this broken gun is 900,000?"

I thought he guessed that 200,000 was already an astronomical figure, but this was because of the expensive packaging box of the gun in the photo. As a result, Harris's words almost made him spew the rice in his mouth.

Thinking about how hard I worked and worked abroad for more than ten years, the retirement fee in the end was only about 100,000 yuan. Kang En was a little self-doubted.

"Hey, what is a broken gun? This is a limited edition model, only 12 copies sold every year, and the patterns on each vo falcon rifle are unique. This is a good thing that even money can't buy."

After Harris finished speaking, he glanced at Conn.

"My dear Sergeant, I don't think you understand the romance of men."

"Since I can't buy it even if I have money, then I don't have money, so no one will give me a hand? And you, young people, don't be vain. Otherwise, the vampires in the bank will eat you up sooner or later."

Even though he knew Harris was joking, Kang En couldn't help but fight back directly when he saw the other party showing off.

"Okay, gentlemen. Don't argue, Harris, where did you find the photo of this gun? I've never heard of a gun before that can be sold for this one."

As the boss, Ye Qing can't bet whether these two people are joking. Or rather, there are many people who are really popular in jokes. He doesn't want to start working on the first day of the business, but his employees start working first.

At this time, when the speech took over, in addition to eliminating hidden dangers, Ye Qing also became interested in this kind of firearm that seemed to be customized.

At a time when the civilian gun market is approaching saturation, if it is just a general gun weapon, it really does not have much competitiveness in the market.

"Look, the boss is still aware of the goods. This was posted by a prince of the oil kingdom I followed on Twitter. That guy always shows off his luxurious and corrupt life on Twitter. Damn, many female internet celebrities commented on him!"

Harris said as he logged out of the picture and revealed the Twitter page. Under an account with a caption wrapped in a square scarf, there was a photo of the gun just now, with the caption "The little baby I just won by a bet from my brother"...

"Two, do you know about modified guns? I mean, the appearance is to make some weapons and make some exquisite appearances. For example, like this?"

Hearing Ye Qing's words, Harris and Conn couldn't help looking at each other. He looked at each other and Harris asked tentatively.

"Boss, you don't want to get a custom gun, too?"

"Is there any problem?"

Ye Qing nodded naturally. Looking at the shop that was now deserted, Ye Qing gradually figured out some problems.

Whether ordinary weapons and guns can be sold in the current market environment depends basically on luck or natural traffic. That is, people who have the need or idea to buy guns will come to buy them on their own. Obviously, there are not many such people.

As for the competition, I will not be the opponent of those old weapons companies at this time. Not to mention anything else, most of the guns in my store are purchased from them.

However, Harris just said that reminded Ye Qing. What if he made custom firearms? He even modified and carved the process himself into a video and posted it on the oil pipe, Twitter or Ins. He made an internet celebrity account to attract some customers who had no idea to buy a gun?

"Of course there is a problem, but it's still a big problem. Boss, you don't think that custom firearms are expensive, but they rely more on fame. If you don't have fame, even if you do better than vo     falcon, you will definitely not be able to sell that price."

Harris always thought that he was crazy enough, but he didn't expect that this boss could think of it even more than himself. In order to keep his job from being ruined by the boss, Harris quickly dissuaded him.

"In addition, milling machines, micro-carving, polishing, and even welding, some also require paint. I don't know much about these equipment, or technical requirements, but that's probably the case. Boss, do you know these things? In addition, you also need to design them. You have to think of a theme that caters to the market, and then design the shape of the gun based on the theme, and then make it. Oh my God, it makes you bald if you think about it!"

"Okay okay, what you said makes sense. I'll go upstairs and have a lunch break first. I'll trouble you in the store."

Looking at Harris who was excited, Ye Qing wisely did not say anything. After the two of them finished picking up the last bit of fried rice, Ye Qing walked upstairs.

Although Harris didn't know that he had a virtual training ground bug, it was not unreasonable. Ye Qing, who was lying on the bed, calmed down a lot at this time after a basin of cold water poured into his head.

I still have ideas, but I can't start right away. First, it's a problem of funds. Now Ye Qing's balance is less than 100,000, which is reserved to deal with the loss period when he first opened. Second, it's also a common problem for young people. Three minutes of popularity, maybe I'm very excited and thinking well now, but if it really does not suit my wishes, I might give up.

Thinking of this, Ye Qing got up from the bed and started to make detailed plans. Based on the current situation, it is imperative to modify the gun. After all, the business on the first day of opening was indeed a bit terrible.

The modification of guns is nothing more than two parts. One is the modification to improve the performance of the weapon, and the other is the beauty of the weapon. Ye Qing tried the first part, but he was helpless to find that if he wanted to learn performance modification, he had to learn the principles of gun automation first, enrich his theoretical knowledge, and have enough understanding of the engineering structure of the gun before he could get started.

The second part is much lower. And when learning appearance modification, many guns can be disassembled, which can help you understand the content of the first part.
Chapter completed!