novelAbuy Chapter 7 The Zhang Family
Chapter 7 The Zhang Family
The flag officer was a seasoned veteran and immediately noticed that the commander was in a very good mood.
He pressed his advantage, saying, "Chang Xiaoqi, why don't you quickly hand over your improved revolver and new bullets?"
Chang Yuan immediately reached for the gun, but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if something terrifying was staring at him.
He glanced up and saw the flag officer behind the commander, who looked extremely ordinary and was completely inconspicuous in the crowd.
Chang Yuan had just seen him, but forgot about him immediately and didn't remember him at all.
But when Chang Yuan saw him again, he understood what the other person meant from his stern gaze: "Be careful, don't do anything that I might misunderstand!"
This wasn't because Chang Yuan and the other party had a tacit understanding; rather, the other party forcibly instilled information into him, along with a strong sense of pressure.
Chang Yuan realized that this flag officer possessed extraordinary abilities.
Moreover, its power far surpasses that of the cult leader who was killed last night.
At that moment, Chang Yuan glimpsed a small corner of the rigid power structure.
When he first saw the smiling Lord Qianhu, he was serious and stood up straight, but that was out of respect rather than awe of power.
Perhaps the commander was indeed a kind and approachable old man, but the extraordinary bodyguards behind him proved that the commander of the Jinyiwei Henan Provincial Commandery was truly a man of high rank and great power.
It is so important that an extraordinary and powerful individual is needed to conceal their identity and provide protection in secret.
Chang Yuan broke out in a cold sweat under their gaze. He carefully pinched the revolver between two fingers and then presented it to the commander with both hands.
Chika took the revolver with great interest.
The gun had just been serviced; the metal parts gleamed, the mahogany grip was warm and smooth, and it emitted a faint smell of gun oil.
Without Chang Yuan's explanation, Qian Hu figured out how to use and load the new revolver, loading bullets with great interest, unloading them and then loading them again.
After testing it many times by hand, Qianhu praised with satisfaction, "Great! It's truly a top-notch tool."
While Qianhu was enthusiastically examining the gun, the bodyguard behind him also withdrew his gaze and returned to being an inconspicuous, unremarkable ordinary person.
Even the act of concealing one's aura seems to be part of the bodyguard's intimidation tactic.
He tried to tell Chang Yuan: As long as I want to hide, you won't be able to find me, and I can appear by your side at any time.
But in Chang Yuan's mind, the word "precision" shone brightly, listing him as the most dangerous target and highlighting him directly with an outline.
No matter whether the bodyguards unleashed their full power or concealed their presence, they could not escape Chang Yuan's lock-on.
Chang Yuan subtly raised his right hand, his fingers slightly twitching, mimicking the action of pulling a trigger and the attack that shot at the bodyguard's forehead.
After repeating this process three times, Chang Yuan was finally certain that he could shoot the bodyguard before he could react.
At this point, the intimidation that the bodyguard had deliberately created vanished from Chang Yuan's mind.
No matter how well the bodyguard concealed his presence or figure, as long as Chang Yuan had a gun in hand, he could kill him at any time within a distance of 200 meters.
The process is like killing a chicken.
So what else is there to be proud of about him?
Chang Yuan was no longer nervous. His previous cold sweat quickly subsided, and his smile became gentle and natural, rapidly increasing his infectiousness.
Throughout the gun inspection, Commander Qianhu kept a certain amount of attention on Chang Yuan and observed the changes in his mindset.
They couldn't help but marvel.
Qianhu was experienced and knew countless people, but he never imagined that Chang Yuan had mentally simulated shooting his bodyguard three times in such a short time.
His confidence and composure were based on the belief that he could kill anyone.
Under the influence of short videos, the time traveler Chang Yuan's thoughts are so unconventional, absurd, and bizarre that they are beyond the imagination of the natives of the Ming Dynasty.
Lord Sengoku made his judgment based on his own experience:
Chang Xiaoqi was filled with awe, so when he first saw himself, his whole body tensed up and he broke out in a cold sweat.
But he also possesses a rare childlike innocence, which allowed him to recover so quickly.
In conclusion: He is indeed a rare talent, one in a decade!
It's rare to find someone so good-looking; he'll surely surpass me in the future and rise to a high-ranking position like a deputy commander. It's only a matter of time.
If he were to be favored by the future emperor, it wouldn't be impossible for him to become a deputy commander.
The head of the household decided to invest in Changyuan.
"Someone come here!"
"exist!"
"Go to my room and fetch three hundred silver dollars!"
"yes!"
In the blink of an eye, the attendant beside the commander brought three envelopes of silver dollars and stuffed them directly into Chang Yuan's hand.
The commander laughed and said, "I will take your gun and bullets and present them to the Southern Garrison Command in the capital."
"I won't let you suffer a loss either; take these three hundred silver dollars."
"Haha, I'm not buying your gun. Consider this a reward for your work in modifying the gun."
"In a few days, the Southern Garrison Command should receive another reward, which is a gift from the Embroidered Uniform Guard headquarters. It is His Majesty's grace and does not conflict with my three hundred silver dollars."
Since Qianhu had made his words so clear, Changyuan could certainly sense his goodwill.
Moreover, the money came at just the right time, immediately solving the problem of usury.
He quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "This humble official thanks you, Commander Qian, for your generous reward!"
The commander stroked his beard with satisfaction and smiled: "Good, good, Chang Xiaoqi, you must work even harder in the future."
"Hmm, but you're too thin. You need to practice your skills more."
Chang Yuan cupped his hands in thanks again: "Thank you for your guidance, sir. I will certainly practice martial arts diligently from now on!"
The commander was even more satisfied, but couldn't help adding, "But don't train too hard. It would be a shame if you became burly and broad-shouldered."
Chang Yuan: "..."
The commander handed the revolver, bullets, and loader to his attendant, and then gave an encouraging speech to the Imperial Guards who were on the mission.
The commander's speech was very down-to-earth; after a few official phrases, he moved on to a topic that excited the Imperial Guards:
"Alright, let's start dividing up the spoils of the raid!"
"According to the rules, 30% will be handed over to the capital, 50% will go to the public treasury of the Thousand-Household Office, 50% will be divided equally among all the Thousand-Household Offices, and 15% will be divided equally among all the personnel involved!"
The Imperial Guards bowed their heads in unison and praised:
"Lord Commander, your judgment is wise and decisive!"
Fifteen minutes later, Chang Yuan returned home with difficulty, his clothes bulging, carrying three silver dollars, two gold cups, and a silver candlestick in his pocket.
The moment he pushed open the door, the original owner's memories were activated, recalling every detail of his life there...
Practicing martial arts with my father in the yard, talking with my mother under the shade of a tree, climbing the elm tree with my younger brother to pick elm seeds, and holding my younger sister's hand to teach her to walk...
Every step reveals a new scene, every step reveals a new season.
Chang Yuan relived the original owner's twenty years of life in just twenty steps through the courtyard.
Chang Yuan and Chang Yuan merged into one, becoming inseparable.
When he pushed open the door to the main room and saw the memorial tablets of his father and mother, he unconsciously began to speak:
"Father, Mother, your son is home."