When Gao Yang got the gun, he also received the gun bag.

Like a hunting rifle, the gun bag is also a very historical thing. The gun bag made of tanned calfskin is very soft and completely different from the modern hard shell gun bag.

Gao Yang also likes antique guns, so he knows that if a gun is replaced with any parts, the value will be greatly affected. If the gun itself is preserved very well and nothing has been replaced and maintained in its initial state, it will be very good. If the accessories outside the gun itself are also retained, it will greatly increase the value.

The gun bag is also one of the accessories of the gun, and only very expensive guns can have a specially equipped gun bag.

It is very well maintained. Although it can be seen that it has been a long time and has traces of time, it is very complete and has almost no defects. It is very rare for leather goods.

But Gao Yang could not be like Morgan anyway. Even though he knew there was a good gun in the gun bag, he could withstand his temperament and not look at the gun inside. Instead, he looked at the gun bag over and over again. With his temperament, it was impossible to do it.

"Wow, I know this gun bag has history, but Morgan, you're so patient."

Morgan gently stroked the gun bag and said affectionately: "When you reach my age, you will understand that this kind of treasure is hard to come by, and the biggest surprise is that when you see the whole picture of your beloved baby for the first time, the first time will always be the best."

After saying that, Morgan let out a long sigh and sighed: "I want to keep this joy as long as possible, not to mention that this gun bag itself is an extremely rare treasure of art, even more rare than a hunting rifle, because leather items are always easy to damage. Especially compared to guns, the lifespan of the gun bag is shorter, so, don't worry, I have to appreciate it slowly."

After saying that, Morgan raised his head and looked at the people entering the cabin one after another and shouted: "Hey, guys, find a place to sit by yourself. I don't have time to greet you now. I'll get whatever I want. There is a drink in the refrigerator, and champagne has been prepared for you in the wine cabinet."

After Morgan finished speaking, he immediately tugged his head down again, continued to look at his gun bag, and his mouth was stuttering.

Generally speaking, private jets only have a few luxurious and comfortable large seats. The remaining space is not used to install seats, but is reserved as a comfortable space for use.

Morgan's private plane is big enough, but the inside of Morgan's plane is not too luxurious, and it is not equipped with flight attendants like flight attendants. He often needs to use his own private plane to transport many people, so except for a small space with only two seats on the plane, the rest of the plane is open space. The bar, refrigerator, bathroom and other things are also outside. If someone is planning to drink something, it is still very convenient to get it.

At this time, Cui Bo shouted: "Don't worry about us. Mr. Reeves, aren't you going to share your happiness with us?"

Morgan immediately raised his hand and smiled, "This is such a good idea. Guys, let me introduce you to you. I don't know much about gun bags. Because I rarely see a good old gun bag, but this gun bag. I can easily determine the age of its production, and the holster was made in 1804."

Cui Bo said in a daze: "How can you see it so precisely?"

Morgan shouted: "From the materials, colors, production techniques, and the simplest part of cowhide, it is time written here, haha."

A group of people couldn't help laughing, but Gao Yang said anxiously: "Is there time to write and produce? Why didn't I see it? Where?"

Morgan sighed and said, "Gao, you must have only been paying attention to taking out the gun, and you still have to look at the gun bag. It's here, and a line of text was embroidered with gold thread. However, the golden thread has lost its luster when the gun bag has been oiled all the time. It's not very obvious, but it's still easy to see."

Gao Yang put his head closer and looked at it, then smiled and said, "It really is, oh, what's behind it? An emblem? Well, is this a bee?"

Morgan breathed and said, "Yes, bees."

After saying that, Morgan looked up and smiled, "Do you know what this means? Who knows what this means?"

A group of people scratched their heads, only Erin thought for a long time, suddenly shouted: "In 1804, that was the year when Napoleon ascended the throne and became emperor! God, bees, bees were the royal emblem of Napoleon's imperial title. I remembered that when Napoleon was in a coronation ceremony, he wore a cloak with bees!"

After Gao Yang used his fingers to pass Jansen and Raphael, he shouted: "You have not learned your history well, and you don't know."

Jansen shrugged: "I am a Scot, and I am not interested in learning about Napoleon's history."

Andy He said to Morgan with interest: "Mr. Reeves, you continue."

Morgan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Do you know, seeing this mark and year, we can already confirm that if the holster and the gun inside are the original, it means that this is the gun of Emperor Napoleon. The gun he specially made in the year he was crowned emperor. Perhaps Napoleon ordered it himself or someone gave it to him, but with this Napoleon badge, you can be sure that this gun is Napoleon's."

After saying that, Morgan took off his glasses, breathed a long sigh, and shouted: "You guys, do you know, when I saw this year mark and this badge, I was almost scared to death. God, Emperor Napoleon's gun, it's like the holy grail in an antique gun."

After saying that, a group of people, including Morgan, turned their attention to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang looked at everyone and said, "Look at what I do? I won't regret it if I send it all out."

After Erin took a pose to cover her heart, she smiled and said, "Boss, do you feel distressed?"

Gao Yang shrugged and said, "In my hand, it's the end of falling from the wall, so there's nothing to worry about."

After saying that, Gao Yang hesitated for a moment, still gestured with his hands, and said, "Little bit, little bit of heartache, that's all."

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In other words, are you still going to continue giving me the gun?"

Gao Yang smiled and said, "Of course, how could I go back on my word? Morgan, continue to say, let's wait, you'd better take the gun out and take a look."

Morgan nodded, took a long breath and said in a deep voice: "It's time to look at the gun. I hope the gun is as good as this gun bag, and I hope my heart can withstand it."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "I won't say anything, you can see everything yourself."

Morgan solemnly untied the two straps, carefully put down the side of the shotgun wrapped in the shotgun, took a deep breath, reached in and grabbed the shotgun, and then carefully pulled the shotgun out, revealing the butt stock.

After revealing the butt stock, Morgan suddenly stopped, then looked at Gao Yang and smiled bitterly, "Why don't you do it, I'm really a little scared now, not because I'm afraid that the gun is of bad quality, but because the gun is of perfect quality."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "Stop teasing, no one can do the gifts for others, take them out quickly."

Morgan took a breath and continued to fire the gun.

Morgan's movements were very slow, and the first one came out was the butt stock. In fact, the hunting rifle itself did not look very luxurious, nor was it the kind of golden-shining and full of patterns. Although there were some patterns, there were not many. The patterns were very beautiful and played the finishing touch, but it was not the kind of carved with complex patterns that gave people a vulgar feeling.

Everyone held their breath and surrounded Morgan, watching Morgan take out a hunting rifle.

Holding the shotgun in his hand and looking carefully, Morgan said in a trembling voice: "Today is a really historic day. Guys, we witnessed a miracle together. Look at this name, Denechar.r. Deller, the royal gunsmith who made a smoothbore gun for Napoleon, was the famous gunsmith who survived the smoothbore pistol. At this time, the only hunting rifle in the world, we really witnessed history."

Cui Bo blurted out: "It's okay, it's the first time you've seen me, and I've played it several times."

Satan's group of people had long seen the gun that Barsar Assad sent to Gao Yang. The gun was poked in Gao Yang's office. Whoever wanted to play would pick it up and take a look. It would be less. If Morgan hadn't been so serious about it, they would have guaranteed that no one would have looked at it.

Fry waved his hand and said, "Mr. Reeves, how much is this gun worth?"

Gao Yang almost said with Fry: "Morgan, this gun is more precious than that gun."

Morgan breathed and said, "This gun cannot be measured by money. If it is auctioned, it will be at least two million dollars. I don't know, because it is impossible for this gun to have a clear estimate. A friend of mine saw it and asked him to spend 10 million to buy it, but someone paid 100 million and I wouldn't sell it. As for that one is more precious..."

Morgan tilted his head and thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "For me personally, of course, that gun is more precious, but for the collection market, this is too difficult to say. They all have great historical significance, have clear inheritance, and are guns of particularly famous figures. These are all the best among the best antique guns. Those who worship Napoleon will think this one is more valuable, while those who like Princess Sissi will think that gun is more valuable. However, I think for most people, this gun is more valuable, after all, the history is longer, and Napoleon is obviously more famous than Princess Sissi."
Chapter completed!