After a while, Yang Jun picked five or six guns, including MP5 submachine guns, PM-63 submachine guns, Scorpion assault rifles, Galil rifles, etc.

"Brother Chen, let's pick these today. Please provide one bullet for each gun."

After hearing this, Chen Shanhe said nothing and asked the guards to write down Yang Jun's request.

"No more picking?"

"Hey, if I pick again, Brother Chen will be in trouble."

Yang Jun also wanted to move the entire weapons exhibition hall home, but this was unrealistic.

With a few guns, Chen Shanhe could still make the decision, but with too many, he would be in trouble.

After all, guns need to be strictly controlled.

"Okay, I better understand me, brother."

Chen Shanhe looked at the selected guns and said, "I will ask someone to get the bullets together as soon as possible and take them back together when we leave."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Chen." Yang Jun thanked him repeatedly.

Afterwards, several people left the exhibition hall.

When leaving, I saw Yang Anguo looking reluctant to leave.

After leaving the weapons exhibition hall, Yang Jun was ready to go back.

In fact, the people from the transportation team of the steel rolling mill went back early in the morning. If it weren't for picking up a few items, Yang Jun would have gone back with the team.

When leaving, Chen Shanhe personally walked him to the gate, and at the same time, he also packed the weapons he picked in a wooden box and put them in the trunk.

Chen Shanhe pulled Yang Jun aside and quietly handed him a paper bag.

Yang Jun touched it with his hand and found it was hard.

"Brother Yang, I won't thank you for your kindness. If you need my brother's place in the future, just ask."

"Hey, Brother Chen, it's my turn to say thank you. You also helped me a lot."

Yang Jun smiled and patted the hard paper bag.

Inside the paper bag were bullets of various specifications that Chen Shanhe had prepared for him.

"Okay, brothers, let's not say those polite words. Green mountains will not change, green waters will always flow." Chen Shanhe patted Yang Jun on the shoulder and said.

"The green mountains will not change, and the green waters will always flow."

After saying that, Yang Jun got in the car.

Without the drag of a convoy, the jeep drove very fast.

Along the way, Yang Anguo never took his eyes away from the wooden box and kept mumbling.

"If you keep mumbling, believe it or not, I will let you go back on your legs."

Yang Jun couldn't stand Tang Monk chanting sutras anymore, so he kicked him.

"Brother, why don't we go hunting in the mountains this weekend to let me enjoy my handjob?"

Yang Anguo was not angry but happy, and begged shamelessly to Yang Jun.

"Do you have bullets? Besides, who have you seen hunting with machine guns and submachine guns?"

Yang Jun's choice of gun this time was also purposeful.

There are Mosingana rifles and Browning fully automatic pistols in his space, but he lacks submachine guns.

Most of the items I picked this time are submachine guns.

It's not that he has a hobby of collecting weapons, but just in case, weapons with various firepower must be equipped.

Just like when he killed that Gu Ming a few days ago.

If there had been an MP5 submachine gun at that time, he would definitely not have used a pistol.

"Brother, why didn't you order more bullets just now? One bullet is enough for what?" Yang Anguo complained.

When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his hand and started to fight.

While beating him, he cursed: "Your family runs the arsenal? You can have as much as you want?"

"I think you've been wandering lately. Since you like playing with guns, I might as well send you to join the army."

The space in the car was narrow, and Yang Anguo had nowhere to escape, and he did not dare to fight back, so he could only protect his head with his hands and huddle to the side.

"Brother, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The arsenal is not run by our family, so we can't just do whatever we want."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was scolded again.

Why does this sound so familiar?

He suddenly remembered that Yang Mei often said this sentence.

‘My brother is the director of the factory, and our family owns the steel rolling mill.

Over time, everyone around Yang Jun began to think this way.

"Let me ask you, is the steel rolling mill owned by our family?" Yang Jun asked with a serious look on his face.

Yang Anguo looked at him with fear.

He felt that this time it was a point question. If he couldn't answer it again, he would find a piece of tofu and kill the arithmetic ball.

"Brother, that's necessary. Our family owns the steel rolling mill."

Yang Jun raised his hand and struck.

"I asked you to..."

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Chapter completed!