1334 1317. Playing Frisbee (3/5)

Chapter 1334 1317. Playing Frisbee (35)

This is very complicated, and Wang Bo introduced to him: "One is the rental price of the target lane, some are per person per hour, and some are per person per drive with no time limit. Different methods and different targets have different prices."

"Take the pistol range as an example. The rental price of the target range is 30 yuan per person for two hours, the rental price of the gun is 10 yuan per hour, and the price of civilian Glock bullets is 10 yuan for 25 rounds. Basically, tourists play a round. It will cost upwards of two hundred dollars."

"By the way, the price of bullets is a variable. The more powerful firearms and matching ammunition, the more expensive they will be. This kind of weapon is naturally more enjoyable to play, but it burns the most money."

Ye Qipeng asked curiously: "So, can't you bring your own gun and bullets?"

Wang Bo nodded and said: "Yes, you can bring them by yourself, but New Zealand has laws and regulations that require the approval of the local police station or a special gun license to carry guns for regional movement. You know, if you want to issue these certificates, then It’s very difficult, it’s better to come to us and buy bullets.”

Ye Qipeng said: "Then as long as you sell bullets, you can get a lot of money, right?"

Wang Bodao: "The shooting range has just opened, and the income is hard to say, Master Xing?"

Li Xingdao: "This is our business secret, but since the boss allows it, I will tell you that the income of our shooting range in the past week was 65,000 yuan."

"It's not very high." Ye Qipeng commented.

Li Xingdao: "Yes, the main reason is that we have just opened, and in order to maintain stability, we have limited the flow of passengers. In addition, the reputation of the shooting range is not big enough, mainly tourists come to play, and most people in the surrounding towns don't know our existence."

Wang Bo said: "Don't worry about it. If you become famous in the future, the shooting range will become a money printing machine."

Ye Qipeng said thoughtfully: "Tourists like it very much, don't they? I see that you have a lot of domestic tourists here, and their participation rate should be higher?"

Seeing that he has been asking about the shooting range, Wang Bo tentatively asked: "You are not interested in opening a shooting range, are you? Do you want to set up a shooting range in China?"

Ye Qipeng didn't answer, and Assistant Lang took up the topic: "You may not know that our Mr. Ye is a veteran. All these years after he retired from the army, he has never forgotten these iron guys."

Wang Bodao: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Ye was originally a soldier. In fact, setting up a shooting range is very simple. The difficulty is that the local policy allows it. It is easy to pass the audit here in New Zealand, but it is difficult in China? Besides, as Mr. Ye, he still lacks contacts. Shooting range?"

Ye Qipeng said: "I can go to the shooting range of the armed police, but my business partners can't. These people are also very interested in firearms and weapons. To be honest, I want to set up a shooting range to develop as a private club, mainly to serve my business .”

In this regard, Wang Bo will not interrupt casually. He is very clear about the strict control of weapons in China. Playing with this thing is bound to play around the edges. If something is not easy to cause accidents, he will not express his opinion.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Bowen immediately changed the subject: "This way, guys, come here, how about we play with shotguns?"

The shotgun hit the frisbee, Li Xing waved his hand, Hou Hai fired a frisbee machine, he pulled the trigger, and three yellow-green frisbees flew out one after another.

Uncle Bing quickly grabbed the shotgun next to him, but he didn't aim. He raised the gun and pulled the trigger. At the same time, he held the pump lever under the barrel with his left hand, and pulled it down to load the bullet as soon as the gunshot sounded. Another pull of the trigger is another shot.

'boom! ’ ‘Crack! ’ ‘Bang! ’ ‘Crack! ''boom! ’ ‘Crack! '

Three consecutive shots fired, and the three Frisbees flying in the air were all smashed to pieces!

Ye Qipeng applauded vigorously, and shouted: "Good marksmanship, this brother is really a sharpshooter!"

Wang Bo said proudly: "This is the king of hot weapons in our sunset town. He was born in the British SAS. He used to work as an instructor in the Special Air Service Regiment, specializing in training British special forces."

Ye Qipeng glanced at Uncle Bing in surprise, and said, "Major Wang's subordinates are really good soldiers, and there are such talents. Is this gentleman your bodyguard?"

Wang Bo laughed and said, "What bodyguard do I need? This is a competent officer in our police station."

Uncle Bing pulled the pump lever to load the gun, handed the gun over and said, "Sir, would you like to try?"

Ye Qipeng really likes guns, he happily took it and said: "Okay, give me one, Xiao Wang, please tell your buddy to eject the Frisbee separately, I can't stand the frequency just now."

Li Xing said to Assistant Lang: "Mr. Lang, what do you like to play? Shotguns and pistols, fixed targets and moving targets, or actual combat drills?"

Assistant Lang shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm just a novice in this area. I haven't even touched it before, so you guys have a good time, and I'll watch it here."

Wang Bo turned his head and said: "Assistant Lang, let's go and have fun. There are not many opportunities like this. You can find a shooting range when you return to China, but it is very rare to be as free as I am here."

Ye Qipeng also said: "Ah Lang, let's go play."

Assistant Lang smiled wryly, "But I really don't know how to play."

"It's very simple. Don't be too nervous. Our shooting range can provide pre-departure training. As long as you abide by the safety regulations, then I will follow you and nothing will happen." Li Xing comforted him.

"If you still feel uneasy, you can go to a novice training course specially set up for rookies, starting from the basic knowledge of firearms and ammunition, and then go to the shooting range." Hou Haibo added.

Before Ye Qipeng was ready to play, Li Xing first handed him a contract, which was a disclaimer, and everyone who entered the shooting range had to sign it, including Wang Bo, otherwise they could not shoot.

After signing, Hou Haibo slapped the frisbee machine, and a frisbee flew out with a 'swipe'.

Ye Qipeng quickly raised the muzzle of the gun, stared at the front sight, found the frisbee, and pulled the trigger: "Bang!"

With a loud bang, the frisbee exploded in the air.

This time it was Wang Bo's turn to applaud: "Beautiful!"

The second Frisbee flew out, and Ye Qipeng shot again, "Bang!"

The Frisbee landed.

As soon as Lao Wang's voice fell, Ye Qipeng's second shot missed, which made him extremely embarrassed.

Ye Qipeng is a very strong person, and said: "Grandma, I haven't played for a while, and my hand is raw, come, come again!"

In this regard, he did not boast. After playing a dozen or so Frisbees, he slowly found the feeling and began to play high-level results.

He hit 30 Frisbees in a row before putting down the gun and shouting: "It's cool! It's so cool! Xiao Wang, come on!"

Wang Bo picked up the gun in a decent manner, and shot out the frisbees one by one. He fired with his right hand and pulled the pump lever with his left hand. Then, with the sound of "bang bang bang", the frisbees landed one after another.

One missed!