Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing was naturally very interested in the Yuan blue and white square pen holder.

Such a precious treasure can be regarded as a highlight in any museum in the future.

Looking at He Daqing's expression, Mao knew that this matter was going to have some potential.

It is up to the three of us to regain the lost glory of the GRU special forces from this Chinese man.

The leader, Maozi, said first:

“He Daqing, the rules of the competition are also very simple.

We all started out as scouts. Scouts are like the best hunters, and we compete in hunting.

Whoever catches more prey in three days will be the winner.

If you lose, you can put an advertisement in the newspaper saying that your Chinese soldiers are not as good as our GRU special forces.

If you win, this Yuan blue and white porcelain pen holder will be yours.

How about it? Do you dare to compete? "

He Daqing shook his head and refused bluntly.

"No, I can only represent myself, not the entire Chinese army.

Even if I lose, I can only admit defeat in my personal capacity.

If you lose, can you publish an advertisement in the newspaper saying that the Soviet army is inferior to our Chinese army?

You can have a competition, but show some sincerity.

Don't just think about taking advantage.

I heard that not long ago, an expert from your Soviet Union was kidnapped by the Americans.

If something like that can happen in your capital, Moscow, what qualifications do you have to say that your soldiers are powerful?

Have they not caught anyone yet?"

He Daqing seemed to have hit the Russian's soft spot, and the Russian was choked for a long time before he uttered a word.

"Okay, then on behalf of the individuals, the loser should publish an advertisement to admit that he was inferior to the other party.

If you win, the Yuan blue and white square pen holder will still be yours.

If you lose, don't try to cheat. We Soviets are not easy to fool."

He Daqing had no intention of competing with them. He knew nothing about hunting.

Using stones to hit some crows and magpies is a bit of a letdown.

He also tried hunting in the old forests of Bangguo.

The noses and ears of those wild beasts are more sensitive than those of dogs.

Once they hear unusual sounds or smell human odors, they will stay away.

I was about to refuse.

With a "ding~" sound.

The long-lost system sound sounded.

"System Mall Refresh Skills~

Master-level hunting skill book, Call of the Wild.

Firearms proficiency."

He Daqing was stunned. When did the system become so considerate?

One skill costs one million resentment points or antique points.

They are very cheap. Now He Daqing has no shortage of antique points, and his old items are piled up like mountains.

With these two skills, He Daqing suddenly felt more confident.

"Okay, I accept this competition.

In order to prevent you from playing dirty, I request that we ask a newspaper to place an advertisement right now, so that everyone in the city can be a witness to our competition.

By the way, your Yuan Dynasty blue and white square pen holder must be handed over to the newspaper for safekeeping first, so that you don’t default on your debt.

By the way, we also need to find a few referees that everyone can trust and set hunting rules.

These are the conditions I have, should I compete or not?"

When the Russian heard this, he was very pleased and readily agreed.

Of course the bigger the noise, the better; otherwise, even if you win, it will be meaningless.

“Okay, we agreed. I will go find the people from the newspaper now at 2pm.

We will meet here and publish the content of the competition in the newspaper."

Fearing that He Daqing would go back on his word, the Russian stretched out his hand and shook it.

He Daqing shook hands with the Russian, which was a tacit agreement between men.

Director Yang felt that he was capable again and stood up.

“He Daqing, and three comrades from the Soviet Union.

I am willing to be a witness and a judge for you."

He Daqing waved his hand and refused without even thinking.

"Old Yang, what is your identity? What level?

Are you worthy?

Even though you have been promoted to deputy director now, I still don't take you seriously.

Unless you are a ministerial-level leader, you have no right to sit at the same table with me.

Humph, I don’t know what that means.”

Ignoring the angry Old Yang, He Daqing continued:

"Let's find a reporter to put it in the newspaper this afternoon. Then, there will naturally be relevant leaders to bear witness for us..."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he pushed a bicycle and turned away.

But we can’t just let the Russians find the newspapers, we have to build up momentum ourselves.

Give the reporters at the newspaper some sweet treats so that they can report the glorious image of Master He Daqing vividly.

This is not the first time that I've been in the newspaper. I'm very familiar with this business.

These crappy leaders, if they don’t promote me, I’ll build momentum for myself.

Don’t you like drinking tea and reading newspapers? I will jump on your faces and disgust you to death.

He Daqing used cigarettes and alcohol to pave the way for reporters from several major newspapers, and was just waiting to be in the spotlight in the afternoon.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a lot of bustle outside the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Not only were there a lot of leaders of all ranks at the steel mill who had nothing to do but there were also a large number of foreign devils, and not just Soviet Russians.

The reporters invited by He Daqing could only stand back obediently.

You know, the people invited by the Russians are all editors-in-chief of major newspapers. I don't know how much higher they are than the small fry invited by He Daqing.

The arrogant old Russian gestured and took pictures in front of the editors' cameras.

He Daqing was very angry that the Russians had stolen all the limelight.

Damn it, you old Russians, just wait for me, He Daqing.

You like to laugh, right? If you lose, I wonder if you can still laugh?

Even if I cheat, I won't let you get away with it.

I have a lot of wild boars in my space.

Hunting competition? What a joke. Can you beat me, He Daqing?

The Russians kept yelling and talking nonsense to the newspaper editors for more than half an hour, and they still felt unsatisfied.

Next, it was naturally He Daqing's turn to speak.

You old Russians are so arrogant, am I a vegetarian?

He Daqing opened his mouth and used his big move to confront the reporters and editors of the newspaper.

“For me, He Daqing, this kind of competition is meaningless.

In my eyes, He Daqing, the GRU special forces are just children playing house.

Last time, their so-called soldier king caused trouble with me.

Guess what? I knocked him down with just one punch.

I had to hold back, otherwise their village would have to hold a banquet.

What's that look in your eyes?

I, He Daqing, did not say anything nonsense. If you ask those who attended the dinner on the day of the military parade, they will know that I, He Daqing, did not say anything nonsense.

Let’s not talk about fighting, let’s talk about military achievements.

I am He Daqing, a first-class combat hero and a special meritorious contributor.

The highest commander of the US front line was killed and three of their major generals and brigadier generals were captured alive.

I have won so many first-class and second-class merits that I can’t even count how many of them I have won.

What can the Russian GRU use to compare with me, He Daqing?

I don't know hunting?

Apart from giving birth to children, there is nothing I, He Daqing, can't do.

I'm putting it this way, the GRU special forces are nothing but trash in front of He Daqing, they are vulnerable...

If you don’t agree, come and fight me anytime. I can beat ten of them…”