59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

The Zhu couple chatted with the old man for a while at Chen's house and left a pound of candy. The old man also gave them a ten-year-old ginseng.

A few days later, when the news came out that the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill would hold a Spring Festival Gala this year, all the employees and their families were excited!

In today's lack of entertainment programs, people's enthusiasm for this kind of collective activity is simply terrifying.

Even more active than the star-chasers of later generations!

Free shows, free peanuts, and free candy!

When this news came out, the bad reputation that had plagued the Logistics Department for a year was wiped out overnight!

The young men holding wrenches gave up their plans to give cordial holiday greetings to the leaders of the logistics department and instead responded with various polite gestures - "Excuse me, can I go on stage to perform?"

In a small factory, anyone can go on stage, but in a steel rolling mill with tens of thousands of employees, leaders will only choose a few people to perform on stage.

This is oversupply!

I originally thought that I would just read picture books and listen to the radio at home this year, but when I heard there would be a party, the whole family was very happy.

Because this year, both Chen Jianjun and Zhou Qing can go on stage.

"They are little kids, they like to be lively and hang out together. Why are you so happy?"

Chen Feng didn’t quite understand why Zhang Haixing was so happy. This woman never pretended in front of him!

In other words, outsiders think she is cold and beautiful!

"You don't like the party?" Zhang Haixiong was puzzled by Chen Feng's calmness.

Chen Feng shrugged.

“After watching it once or twice, I found it boring.”

Are you kidding? I have watched CCTV Spring Festival Gala many times. What’s so fun about this kind of factory party?

He has lost interest in the Spring Festival Galas of later generations, let alone the current ones.

"Sometimes I wonder if you are a modern person who dislikes literature but prefers antiques, dislikes parties but prefers miscellaneous studies, dislikes ideas but prefers gold."

Zhang Haixing commented with a smile: "There's always some distance between you and this world!"

Chen Feng nodded, agreeing with this conclusion.

"But the wise man is always independent and solitary."

"Only fools like to follow the crowd, shouting about freedom while submitting to others who are called leaders!"

“Individual heroes dare to resist the strong, but the masses always bully the weak!”

"What you said is not right. There have been so many peasant uprisings in history. Were they also bullying the weak?" Zhang Haixiong retorted.

She quite enjoyed chatting with Chen Feng about everything, without having to think about conspiracies or worry about the outcome of the mission.

Let go of your thoughts, let go of yourself, and have a worthless but interesting conversation with him.

Chen Feng smiled faintly and said, "Every time there's a peasant uprising, aren't they all forced into a corner, and then follow the individual heroes to fight after they rise up?"

"When they become powerful, which rebel army won't become the one committing violence?"

“Strength and weakness are constantly changing, and so are thoughts, personalities, and preferences.”

"I used to like the hustle and bustle, but now, it's boring after seeing too much!"

No one remains unchanged, just like Chen Jianguo, who used to be a slacker policeman who only worked for a salary. Now he is determined to start a business in Hong Kong Island and become a wealthy man.

I won’t even be back for the Chinese New Year this year, and I will only return before my child is born.

In the past, this would have been absolutely impossible!

But in Chen Jianguo's words, before he had children, he could do whatever he wanted.

But now I have to think about the children!

After saying a few words, someone shouted outside.

"Brother, brother!"

Chen Hao ran in from outside and shouted, "Dad and Mom are going to sing and perform at the Spring Festival Gala. Lily and I are going to dance for them. Do you want to come and dance?"

During dinner, Chen Jianjun told others about his plan to perform on stage.

He was promoted this year. According to the old rules of the Security Department, whoever gets a promotion and a raise has to perform on stage.

This was forced by the Security Department!

These grown men are all very fierce when it comes to catching thieves, but when it comes to performing, they become more shy than each other.

No matter how much they shouted, they couldn't get anyone to respond, so they had to force the director to call out their names.

After dinner, he discussed with Zhou Qing and others what show to perform in the room. Chen Li, the little actor who took the initiative to apply to join during the meal, also brought others over.

Chen Feng's face was filled with black lines.

Do the hammer dance!

"Not coming!"

"Then you sing?" Chen Hao asked expectantly.

"Don't sing!"

"Okay, I'll go tell Mom!"

Chen Hao ran away again.

He and Chen Li are full of desire to perform!

It’s a pity that my eldest brother, who was looking forward to it the most, didn’t want to attend, otherwise the whole family would be together!

Zhou Qing felt a little sorry that his eldest son did not attend, but he did not force him.

In Chen Jianjun's words, his son has grown up and has his own ideas, and he cares about youthful spirit and face.

Some things cannot be forced.

Chen Li, on the other hand, was still very active. She performed various dance moves on the spot and sang a few lines, which made the four audience members, Wang Pangzi, Hu Bayi, Zhou Dinghai and Zhou Fubo, applaud loudly.

The little girl bowed to them like an adult.

“Thank you for watching!”

Chen Jianjun almost died of laughter.

"You're the only one missing, why don't you go up?" Zhang Haixing urged, "Go ahead. If you don't want to dance, you can sing a song."

"Forget it, I won't steal their limelight. Otherwise, no one will watch their performance."

Chen Feng is very pretentious.

"Are you afraid?"

"Put yourself in their shoes. If you were to perform on stage, what would the other girls who were about to perform think? I'm afraid they would hate you to death!"

"Hey, that makes sense!"

Chen Feng said disdainfully: "Now you understand!"

"Crazy, crazy!"

Chen Feng looked outside the door speechlessly.

Just now, Chen Hao left without closing the door of the study.

Sha Zhu ran in and said, "This year's party..."

"Don't go!"

"I haven't told you yet, and you're not going?" Sha Zhu complained, "Listen to me first!"

"At this year's gala, Qiuye and I will be reciting poems on stage. We've picked out a few. Which one do you think is good?"

He handed the list to Chen Feng.

Zhang Haixiong came over to watch together.

The two of them were sitting very close to each other, and when they got closer, Chen Feng could smell the faint fragrance on her body.

This woman actually started using natural fragrances.

It's plum blossom!

"This one is the longest. You should choose this one!"

"Why?" Sha Zhu asked puzzledly.

This is not his favorite. It was chosen by his sister He Yushui. Neither he nor Ran Qiuye likes it very much.

"Since it's a performance, of course the longer the performance, the more prestigious it is."

Chen Feng said with his own twisted logic: "This song is the longest. You guys are on stage the most, so naturally everyone sees it the most. Do you understand, Drama Overlord?"

"For something like a performance, you have to fight for it!"

"You are not trying to trick me, are you?" Sha Zhu questioned.

It seems that without Qin Huairu, his IQ has reached a new level.

"I mean well, if you don't want to listen, forget it." Chen Feng waved his hand: "Get out and close the door!"

Shazhu ran out.

Close the door? Wishful thinking!

"What's the big deal about this group of people? It's just a party."

Chen Feng stood up, closed the door, and continued to pose for Zhang Haixing to paint his portrait.

In the evening, the children played at home for a while, finished reading the picture books, and planned to buy the latest ones tomorrow.

Chen Jianjun was worried that these young people would easily run into scammers if they went out with the money.

The New Year is coming soon, and thieves and scammers also want to boost their sales!

"Xiao Feng, go look after them tomorrow."

Chen Feng had no choice but to agree.

The next day, after breakfast, Chen Jianjun went to work, and Chen Feng followed the group to buy books. Since Zhang Haixing had no nude model, she naturally had to go out as well.

A group of people came to Xinhua Bookstore.

A few children were looking for the picture books they wanted. Chen Feng and Zhang Haixing were standing at the counter at the door, and his eyes fell on a few rifles.

Type 53 rifle!

This was the first mass-produced rifle in New China. 16 rifles were produced in 40 months, defeating the Americans who were armed to the teeth with modern weapons and equipment.

However, as we entered the era of semi-automatic rifles, the 56 semi-automatic rifle was widely equipped starting last year, and this thing was eliminated in large numbers and handed over to the third-line militia to replace the Hanyang rifle, Type rifle and other miscellaneous rifles whose rifling had long been worn out.

There is a rifle hanging in a bookstore. Who is it protecting against?

The cashier at the Xinhua Bookstore saw his gaze and immediately said enthusiastically, "This is a Type 53 rifle. Our soldiers used it to defeat the imperialist warlords. Comrade, if you are interested, you can take a look at it."

"It's a huge discount right now, only 20 yuan, and they give you rounds of ammunition!"

Chen Feng was stunned.

Subconsciously, I looked up at the business license behind her.

That’s right, it is indeed Xinhua Bookstore!

A bookstore that sells arms part-time, is this considered the Tokyo University version of the military-industrial complex?

"Don't you sell books?"

Zhang Haixing almost laughed when she saw him looking so silly.

Most of the time, Chen Feng is extremely experienced. The way he handles things and treats people, he doesn't seem like a teenager at all, but more like an old fox.

Or the kind that is particularly sneaky!

It was really strange to see him so shocked!

"Haha, of course, our main business is still selling books, but selling firearms as a sideline is also our responsibility. Helping the army recover some military funds and helping the people obtain defensive weapons is also our responsibility."

The salesman said swiftly, "The leader said that to build a new society, we need both civil and military skills. This requires not only scientific and technological knowledge, but also military might. Only by combining both civil and military skills can we deter imperialism."

He didn't know whether the leader had said this.

But Xinhua Bookstore sells guns, so just for this reason, he has to support it!

Chen Feng muttered to himself and said with a smile: "Okay, let me see."

This 53 rifle is a stock item, the rifling is intact, the gun body is made of wood, and it is obviously well maintained. It is most likely a reserve firearm from a military factory or the military.

However, with the mass production of 56 semi-automatic rifles, these guns lost their value.

To be honest, this bolt-action rifle is too slow, firing one shot at a time, and is far less powerful than the 56 semi-automatic rifle.

But it also has its advantages.

That means the crosshairs are better!

Compared with previous automatic rifles, the Type 53 rifle has the characteristics of high shooting accuracy, easy maintenance, and less prone to abnormalities, making it the most suitable for hunting.

"Let's have four!"

Chen Feng, who was not short of money, smiled and ordered four at once, as a contribution to national defense.

The salesman suddenly became happy. Since he arranged the task of selling guns, almost no one bought these guns.

Thanks to the great contributions made by the transport captains in previous years, the city of Sijiu really has no shortage of guns!

Besides, I have a gun but I can’t use it!

Firing a gun in the city is tantamount to seeking death, but what’s the point of shooting outside the city?

There are a lot of prey in Yanshan, but only top hunters can find them. Ordinary people can just take a rest and sleep, they can dream of anything!

"Is it okay to send a hundred rounds of ammunition?"

"Yes, that's absolutely fine. Do you want to go hunting in the mountains? If so, I suggest you buy some hunting bullets."

The salesperson enthusiastically recommended it, "These are military 7.62 bullets. They have a strong charge and a very strong recoil. We have a batch of bullets specifically for hunting. They have the same caliber, but with much less charge. The effective shooting range is reduced from 4 meters to meters, which greatly improves accuracy."

Chen Feng nodded and said, "How much is one shot?"

The caliber, power and accuracy of a bullet are a pair of enemies. The more explosives are loaded, the greater the power, the greater the shock wave, the greater the vibration, the greater the reaction force, and the lower the accuracy. Conversely, the less explosives are loaded, the better the accuracy.

Although it has a lot of gunpowder, it has a long shooting distance.

But in actual combat, who would aim at a target eight hundred miles away?

They all hit from close range!

In later wars, infantrymen would fire with rifles to suppress the enemy with firepower, but the real killing still relied on artillery shells, missiles, and bombs!

"Not expensive, not expensive, only two cents."

Chen Feng wants to ask if he can return the goods!

A pound of rice is only 1.3 cents, and your bullet costs 2 cents!

He didn't know that this was still on sale!

The wholesale price of factory bullets is 25 cents per round!

The current University of Tokyo is not yet the future world factory that can reduce the unit price of bullets to one or two cents.

Why is the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle only now being deployed on a large scale?

I still can’t afford it!

Guns are not expensive, but bullets are a lot of money!

The Japanese knew it was time to switch to automatic rifles, but the problem was that the Type 38 was enough to deal with us, and they really couldn't afford to waste bullets on automatic rifles!

"Two hundred rounds!"

Chen Feng thought about it and decided to purchase a batch. It’s not good for the young ones to always hold small-caliber pistols. They should also practice with rifles.

It just so happens that these bullets have very little gunpowder and small aftereffect, which is suitable for them.

"Ok!"

The salesperson was extremely surprised.

The profit from this order is equivalent to selling dozens of books!

Warehouse goods, big sale, purchase price is very low!

The director is right. No matter what books we sell, arms are the right business!

"Da Guo, you bought so many guns, are you going to give them to me?" Chen Li ran over and asked in surprise.

For you?

Chen Feng lowered his head and looked at her.

"I like this birthday present!" said the little Loli happily.

The salesperson quickly reminded him, "Comrade, you can't let children play with guns. Even if the bullet power is weakened, this gun is still very dangerous."

Chen Feng smiled and said, "No, this is for hunting, not a birthday present for her."

Chen Li was extremely disappointed and glared at the salesperson with a pout.

My own gun!

Chen Hao, Fatty Wang, Zhou Dinghai, and Zhou Fubo ran over with picture books, each staring at the glowing new gun.

Hu Bayi himself has the best rifle, which is a sniper rifle.

Fatty Wang also has one at home, but it belongs to his father and he just uses it.

Only Chen Hao, Zhou Dinghai and Zhou Fubo did not have their own guns.

"Chen Hao, put it away!"