Chapter 377: Shooting range

However, the army-fire is not as simple as fighting, killing, and killing mixed blacks. Contacting people and things will be a more powerful party, so Wang Tiechuan, a layman, will run into a wall.
"Send the information of the next family to me, you should find the source goods first." Song Ye didn't blame him too much. The first battle of opening channels was difficult to fight, and Song Ye had to support two in one hand.
The so-called two-handed support is to undertake the supply side, and then dock with the suppliers below, and earn the intermediate difference. This is the early stage of the Gang Gang who is not familiar with the route taken by the channel. After understanding the operations between various departments, when the head of the next home will be taken over by the Gang Gang.
After waiting for a minute, Wang Tiechuan's message came over. Song Ye opened it and looked a little surprised.
Lu Siyu.
When he went upstairs and entered the box, the table was already filled with meals. Gu Yitong was still reporting the name to his waiter, which caused Wang Qianqian to laugh.
"Gu Shao, I won't pay for this later. You can save money for your dad at your leisure." Wang Qianqian pointed at a table and said she was not responsible.
"Cut, I can get you a little girl to pay, joke, you can order another ten tables, and I can afford it, my little master." Gu Yitong looked proud and said that his master was very rich and could be slaughtered by others.
The two living treasures bickered one after another, but the atmosphere was alive.
"What else do you want to eat, just order." As soon as Song Ye took his seat, Mencius on the side presented the menu and was quite gentlemanly.
Song Ye glanced at the table, and shook his head, "No need." It was just that much, and a few more people couldn't finish it.
"Oh, you're welcome. Follow us to eat without soft hands." On the other side, Le Mingyu started to look at it with a yin and yang look, as if he couldn't see that Mencius Heng was so good to Song Ye.
If it wasn't for Mencius's permanent orientation, Song Ye would really have doubted whether the goods were intended for Mencius.
"You eat when you are hungry. No one wants you to talk." Fang Yan sat next to him and stuffed vegetables into his mouth.
Song Ye originally didn't want to talk to him, but when he thought about it, his eyes turned away. "Le Mingyu, why do you see the same gunpowder every time you see you?"
"Well, Lao Tzu grew up with a gun, and it's against you who are crooked." Le Mingyu was so straightforward that he stunned back on the spot.
With a snap, Fang Yan gave a trembling reward to his back, "You shut up."
"Fuck, you really started, where did I say wrong." Le Mingyu covered his back and immediately blew his hair.
Fang Yan was helpless, covering his face and not wanting to talk, Gu Yi laughed over there. "Deserve it, let you not talk to the door. Song Ye, ignore him. His elder brother opened a shooting range and shot a small gun to eat more It's a bad temper. "
"Oh? The shooting range?" Song Ye Wenyan raised a brow and confirmed his thoughts. "The club on the third floor of Shijia Building in the city center was opened by your brother?"
As soon as this remark came out, not only Le Mingyu was stunned, but Mencius Heng on the side was stunned.
For a long while, Wang Qianqian exclaimed, "Ah, you said it was the club we went to last time. There are so many parts of the whole building up and down, it seems to be a boss." Before the exam last time, Song Ye Bringing a group of brothers to the club match, happened to meet Wang Qianqian and Hao Tian, ​​and later clashed with Bai Zhibin.
Wang Qianqian still remembers this incident.
Hearing this, Le Mingyu's skepticism in his eyes only slightly receded and replaced with a proud face, "Well, my brother is the owner of the Sega Building, and my name will be the next time I go. "
Gongzi's brother is very wealthy, Gu Yitong treats guests for dinner, and he is not far behind.
"Shooting, I'm so big, I haven't touched the gun yet." Xiang Qing, who hadn't spoken by the side, finally reacted, and looked forward to the shooting.
"Haha, Xiang Qing, you are really pathetic. Your dad is a police officer—the director of the bureau, but you are not allowed to touch the gun. You can rest assured that next time you go to play, go with Song Ye. She is a sharpshooter. 100 hits. "Wang Qianqian patted her shoulder, grinning.
All the people in the audience were embarrassed. Although it was expected that the two high school seniors had good identities, they never thought that Xiang Qing was the daughter of Shishi Police Station, and his status was higher than that of those who were in business. .
Xiang Qing smiled gently and nodded at everyone, "Sorry, I didn't specify in advance, my father is Xiang Wenqi."
Xiang Wenqi ... it was him.
Song Ye didn't connect the two for a while, but when they heard about it, they came back.
This pair of father and daughter has a really similar personality.
After a few other people met, they all smiled lightly. After all, they were all people with identity, and they didn't feel much in their hearts.
Instead, Xiang Qingduo took a look at Song Ye, seeing the other side's expression has been calm and calm, somehow scornful, blurted out: "Song Ye was a person from Yuncheng before, how could he go to Shishi to shoot and shoot? Still playing so well, have you practiced before? "
This can be said to be hereditary. There is a father who is the director of the police-inspection bureau. Xiang Qing's thinking and questioning are also sharp and keen.
Song Ye clipped the chopsticks, his eyes frowning. "My friend called to play with me. This is my first time learning to shoot. It's quite interesting, it's too expensive."
Alas ... Wang Qianqian almost sipped tea, and always felt that Song Ye was saying that he had no money, it was funny.
Xiang Qing was also stunned. He never thought that Song Ye was so noble, and would admit his poverty on such occasions.
She also always felt that Song Ye would dress.
"If you want to go, go together this weekend." Mencius Heng's tone was flat, and he took the initiative to make a clearance for Song Ye.
The opposite Le Mingyu also responded positively, but it was mostly provocative. "Yes, I will go this weekend. Let me see the reputation of the sharpshooter." Speaking of the sharpshooter, Le Mingyu deliberately aggravated his tone, with a few It's ironic.
Song Ye looked down and looked at a meatball lying in the bowl, "Well, okay." It seemed that it was her thing that could not run away.
Several people finished this meal. It was already 7:30 in the evening. At the beginning of the Chinese lantern festival, the school could not return home late because of the entrance guard, and the crowd didn't stay long. After entering the school, they returned to the dormitory.
After several people went in, Song Chengen received a call from the school's communication room. Hearing about something at home, he hurried out of school.
Before reaching the avenue, a van passed by behind him, and the door opened instantly pulled him into the car.
"Who are you? What do you want to do? Drop me off and let me call the police for help!"
Unfortunately, no matter how he called for help, no one came to rescue him.
The next day, Song Chengen didn't come to school. At noon on the fourth day, the school received a call to withdraw from the Song family. of