A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

"Brother Wencai, you saved my life, so pick out a set of weapons and I will give it to you without charging a cent."

At the dock warehouse, Ma Zhui said to Wencai with a smile.

Most of the Thirteen Thousand Kings have side jobs besides gambling.

For example, Gu Tingkuan's clinic, Zhao Chengyou's law firm, and Pan Mary also opened a small nightclub. Although they are not close to the Paramount in Shanghai, they still have regular customers.

Lian Longsi invested in a rickshaw business with a woman.

Ma Zhui's side job is reselling arms. In fact, in terms of business size, reselling arms and smuggling are Ma Zhui's main business.

When he went to Lu's house that day, Lu Zhenhua gave Wencai a small pistol.

Wencai felt that the small pistol was not enough and wanted to buy some big ones for self-defense.

So, I just asked my connections on the Internet to see if anyone had one for sale.

Sure enough, Ma Zhui said he had goods, and then took Wencai to his arsenal to check out the goods.

Several men opened the cargo boxes, and inside were some really good stuff.

There are submachine guns, rifles, Mauser pistols, and all kinds of pistols.

Wencai immediately took a liking to a submachine gun, which was a Thompson submachine gun.

This is the ultimate weapon of the Shanghai gangs, a submachine gun later known as the Chicago Typewriter.

The round tray and the shiny black gun body were flashing a deadly light.

Seeing Wencai picking up the submachine gun, Ma Nan's face changed slightly.

This gun is worth half a Ford car, but Ma Zhui only has two.

"Brother Ma, take the goods, how much is due? Thank you for saving my life, we have already settled the account for the ten large yellow croakers last time."

"Good brother, I will sell the goods at cost price. I won't make a penny from you."

"Row!"

Wencai would not take Ma Zhui's things for nothing. This small advantage would not last long, as he would have many opportunities to use a gun in the future.

In the end, Wencai chose two Thompsons and a dozen small pistols.

We also took more than 5,000 rounds of ammunition.

Ma Zhui was shocked when he saw Wencai carrying so many goods.

"Brother Xu, what big job are you going to do?"

"It's okay, just for self-defense. Brother, you've made your choice, give me the bill."

In total, he spent more than 10,000 yuan, which was enough to buy a small Western-style house in Shanghai and support two concubines.

But without guns these days, no matter how big the house is or how many concubines you have, you can’t protect them.

If you have a gun and a house but no concubines, just rob them.

As the saying goes, with a gun in hand, the world is mine.

After paying the bill, he put all the guns into the storage space and said goodbye to Ma Zhui.

Seeing Ma Zhui’s smiling face, Wencai knew that he must have made money from this business, and a lot of it.

Wencai still remembers that Lu Zhenhua wanted to teach him how to shoot a gun. When Shanghai fell in Love in the Past, Lu Zhenhua showed off his shooting skills once.

With a series of dazzling operations, he shot and killed several Japanese soldiers. His shooting skills were really good. He was a good master to learn shooting from.

Driving to Lu Mansion to pick up Lu Zhenhua, Aunt Xue saw that Wencai also had a car, and a pretty good one, so she re-evaluated Wencai.

"This Taoist priest Hua is much richer than the adopted boy from the He family. I heard from Guangxiong that this old guy runs a casino and is very difficult to deal with. He told me not to mess with him."

Wei Guangxiong suffered a loss last time, so he sent someone to check Wencai, but he was so scared that he almost paralyzed.

That's a ruthless guy that even Boss Feng couldn't deal with.

If I play with him, wouldn't that be courting death?

Wei Guangxiong’s ability is only enough to scare the heroine in romance dramas. In trickster dramas and gangster dramas, he would be killed in minutes.

In the original plot, he was caught by the police and sentenced to life imprisonment.

The real boss of Shanghai would ask the police to clean up the mess after killing someone.

For people like Wencai, who sits in the police station and stretches out his hands to be arrested, the director has to personally pour tea and hand him cigars.

As for Shuhuan's background, Aunt Xue asked Lu Zhenhua in bed.

It turns out that Shuhuan was adopted. No wonder the young master of the He family came to Shanghai to be a little reporter.

What’s even more hateful is that it turns out that the master was unable to enter the system of the Republic of China and became an idler after retirement, all thanks to the He family.

Otherwise, maybe I could even become a mayor's wife in a second- or third-tier city.

Now Aunt Xue is a little annoyed with Shu Huan, because he doesn’t even have a car and rides a bicycle.

The more she thought about it these days, the angrier she became. Yiping would become the wife of a Shanghai tycoon in the future, while Ruping would most likely live in a small apartment and be the wife of a small reporter.

Maybe in the future you won’t even be able to afford a maid.

Ruping is a young lady who has been spoiled since childhood and can't even cook.

Wencai didn’t know why Aunt Xue’s attitude towards him changed, he just felt that Aunt Xue had been smiling at him this time.

She even made hand-ground coffee for him.

After drinking coffee, I explained everything to Lu Zhenhua.

Lu Zhenhua was very happy: "Okay, let's find a place to practice shooting, but we only have 30 rounds of bullets, so we have to be careful with them."

When he arrived in Shanghai, Lu Zhenhua lost his internet connection and became an ordinary person, without even a way to buy bullets.

"Don't worry, we'll go to the suburbs and find a good place to practice shooting."

When they arrived at an open space in the suburbs, Wencai had already asked people to set up sandbags, targets, scarecrows, glass bottles and other objects for practicing shooting.

When he opened the trunk, he saw boxes of yellow bullets and two Thompson rifles that Wencai had placed there long ago.

When Lu Zhenhua saw the two submachine guns, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good stuff, old brother. I never thought I'd see you in my lifetime."

When Lu Zhenhua led his troops to fight, they used rifles and submachine guns, while pistols were just toys for real soldiers.

Lu Zhenhua gently stroked the submachine gun, feeling that it was more stimulating and comfortable than touching Aunt Xue.

"How is it? Can you play this thing?"

"You are looking down on me. I have fired more bullets than you have eaten peanuts."

Lu Zhenhua loaded the bullets familiarly, turned on the safety, set the gun to slow fire, and fired a shot at a target fifty meters away.

"Snapped!"

Right in the center of the circle, a ten-ring was drawn.

Wencai clapped his hands and Lu Zhenhua smiled widely.

He hasn't been so happy since coming to Shanghai.

Another shot, another ten rings.

Shoot again, ten rings.

Three shots and ten rings, Lu Zhenhua suddenly felt a lot younger.

I fired a few more shots. Although it was impossible for every shot to hit the ten rings, I kept it within the eight or nine rings.

For a retired marshal in his sixties who hasn't touched a gun for several years, this age is enough to be proud of.

Wencai also held another submachine gun. After Lu Zhenhua fired a few shots, he stopped and began to explain firearms knowledge to Wencai.

He pulled the safety bolt, loaded the bullets, and Wencai switched the gun to slow-motion burst fire.

Shot at the target

"Snapped!"

Ten rings.

Wencai hit ten rings with this shot.

Marksmanship requires aiming and accuracy, and will naturally be enhanced by the 100% accuracy of mental warfare techniques.