C182 Taking Pleasure in Brother Qiang's Misfortune
Caishen was so excited she looked like a rainbow-colored parrot, and she threw herself at Han Qiang, cheering. Before he could react, she had already jumped up and her legs were coiled around his waist. She held his head with both hands and kissed him crazily. He was stunned by the kiss.
Single pole, 155 points!
A miracle in Snow's history!
It was born at this moment!
Even Young Master Loong and Lee Si, who were standing opposite of each other, as well as Young Master and the ladies who were watching the show, felt an unprecedented excitement!
Chen Yun was the only one who was sitting on the ground with a pale face.
A single grand slam meant that he would lose a thousand game currencies in one go, and a whole billion in cash. Even if the Chen family had a big business, it would still be a heavy blow to them!
Han Qiang wiped the saliva off his face that was kissed by Caishen, and said gloomily, "Sister Caishen, if you don't go down, I will sue you for molestation!"
"Oh no! I was too excited at once!"
Caishen hurriedly jumped down from her body. No one could tell that her face was red due to the smoke and makeup, but Han Qiang could clearly feel that it was steaming.
Han Qiang could understand their excitement as well. In the next few decades, the only record of the 155 competition in Snow's history was in 2004. It was only because of God Higgins that the commotion was much greater than it was now!
Lee Si took the lead and applauded. He exclaimed, "With just this skill of Snow's, Director Han is able to proudly dominate the capital and have the qualifications to chase after Miss Jia Wen. This time, I admit defeat."
Although Young Master Loong was unhappy that he was in the limelight, he still calmly said, "Kid, you can do it. You have created a miracle in the Snowke Realm with a single strike. On account of you winning glory for the Snowke Realm, I admit defeat in this round of the competition."
Ma Teng knew that he was no match for her. He smiled bitterly and said, "I admit defeat too!"
At this point, in the first round of the Snow World Competition, it only took two rounds to determine the victor!
Han Qiang lost to Caishen one hundred and fifty game currencies and won one thousand from Chen Yun. Lee Si, Young Master Loong and Ma Teng each had 500 ___, including the additional 500 from the grand slam. They had earned 2,850 ___ in the first round, which was 2.85 billion in cash.
Caishen excitedly grabbed his arm, "Great God, tell me, how did you learn such a good technique?"
Hearing his question, Lee Si and Young Master Loong perked up their ears. Before setting up the bet, they had already investigated Han Qiang's past in detail. But he had never played snooker or even billiard before, and now he actually played a game that could be called a miracle in the world. It was simply unbelievable!
Han Qiang smiled bitterly in his heart. When he was still alive, he had written online novels. He had studied some of Snowke's theories and had spent more than 20 years as a hobby. His basic skills were not bad, and his standard was slightly higher than Caishen's. It was not a problem for him to win the competition, but he had miraculously scored 155 points in one go. It was definitely a coincidence!
If Chen Yun did not blow up the ball and send a free ball to his death, it would be impossible for him to perform exceptionally well in the game!
Unfortunately, the people around him were not his friends. Han Qiang was not stupid enough to expose his background. He smiled mysteriously. "What do you think, Sister Caishen?"
"No fun! Forget it if you don't want to say it!" Caishen glared at him fiercely.
Young Master Loong smiled devilishly and said, "Young Master Lee Si, this game is organized by you. You decide what to do next."
Lee Si frowned and thought for a while. "The first round is that the information I gathered was not accurate. It made the number of game currencies not drop but increase instead. Then the second round will be the moving target shooting that only big cities have now. How about it?"
Young Master Loong's eyes lit up when he heard that. Firearms were strictly controlled in the country. There were only a few first-tier and second-tier cities in the country that had shooting clubs, and there was not a single one in the province that Han Qiang was in. On the other hand, many people in the capital, Young Master, were members of the shooting club. His marksmanship was not outstanding, but he was definitely ten thousand times better than Han Qiang, who had never touched a gun before!
Lee Si smiled and nodded. "Director Han, next, we'll play moving targets. There are twenty flying disks in every game. Participants. The number of flying discs we hit varied by one hundred game currencies. Twenty flying discs were all hit. There was also a reward of 500 game currency. There were five participants in this round. As the winner of the last round, you are free to choose the order of your appearance. "
Han Qiang smiled and said, "I haven't played much before, so I'll be the last one."
Young Master Loong said proudly, "I will be the first one to go in this round!"
"I will be the second one!" Caishen said excitedly.
Lee Si smiled faintly. "As the initiator, I have to participate. I'll be the third one!"
Chen Yun's face was gloomy as he patted the sturdy young man beside him, "Yang Min, you are a retainer of the army. Go to the fourth seat and teach that kid a lesson. Get rid of his anger!"0
Yang Min said unhappily, "I participated in the competition to win the game currency, not to vent my anger on anyone!"
"It's just a concubine from a middle-class family. What's there to be arrogant about!?"
Chen Yun muttered resentfully.
The five contestants were surrounded by Young Master and the ladies as they went to the shooting range.
Han Qiang took a quick glance at the shooting range. Compared to the shooting range decades later, this shooting range was quite different. However, in 1994, it could be considered a rare good shooting range.
"Kid, today the young master will teach you how to shoot!"
Young Master Loong took the double-barreled hunting gun from the waiter and looked into the distance. He made an OK gesture.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Two flying disks rose from the side. Young Master Loong quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
A disc exploded in midair, releasing a cloud of white powder.
"It's been a long time since I've played. I'm really a little rusty now."
Young Master Loong laughed at himself and reloaded two rounds of ammunition.
Bang! Bang!
The following two disks exploded in the air one after another, attracting Young Master's deafening cheers and cheers.
After the release of 20 disks, Young Master Loong hit 11 disks, which was considered a good result in the amateur design world.
Caishen, who was the second one to enter the field, had a slightly poor grasp of firearms, and only hit 10 disks.
Lee Si looked gentle and refined, but he fought quickly and accurately. He loaded the ammunition and hit the target in one go. He actually hit 14 disks, attracting the crazy cheers of the group of young girls!
Yang Min took the shotgun and said apologetically to Han Qiang, "Professional amateurs are really a bit of a bully. Please forgive me."
Han Qiang nodded in appreciation. "Young Master Yang is indeed from the army. You are very open and upright. You can do whatever you want. Regardless of whether you win or lose, let's get closer after the competition."
"You are not worried about losing?" Yang Min said in surprise.
Han Qiang smiled mysteriously. "It's hard to tell who will win. You can do whatever you want!"
"Alright!"
Yang Min nodded. He took the gun and adapted to it for a few seconds. Then, he signaled for the disks to be released.
Bang, bang, bang...
After a series of direct shots, the disks were blown up one after another. In the end, he actually got a full score of 20 points. While he was firmly in an invincible position, he also earned 500 game currency rewards from the amusement park!
Young Master and the rich ladies on the scene looked at Han Qiang with schadenfreude.
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