"Five for twenty dollars?"

Ye Guangrong was a little surprised. It's much more expensive than when he was in the market there. It's only five yuan to shoot five bullets at a shooting stall like this in the town.

It seems that everything in the capital is expensive!

"It's the same price in our area. There's no such thing as killing people."

The stall owner heard that ye Rongrong had a foreign accent, so he said.

"Well, here's twenty dollars."

Ye Rongrong doesn't care any more. He takes out 20 yuan to the stall owner.

No matter what you eat, drink, live and travel in the capital, everything is expensive. People who do small businesses also invest a lot. Ye Guangrong can understand that 20 yuan and five bullets are enough.

No one is easy these days!

"Wife, you fight."

Ye Rongrong takes the imitation toy gun handed by the booth and says to Liu Qingqing.

This kind of simulated toy gun is 80% similar to the 38 rifle in appearance, but the simulated 38 rifle is a plastic bullet the size of mung bean, which is not powerful. Even if it is hit on the body, it will only break the skin.

So many shooting stalls like this use this kind of simulated rifle.

But two days ago, ye Rongrong saw a place where the stall owners were arrested. He said they were armed and even sentenced.

Ye Rongrong sympathizes with the stall owner. It's really not easy to take risks to earn some hard money.

In particular, ye Guangrong can see that the stall owner's left leg is a prosthetic.

It is also true that most of the people who come out to set up such stalls are basically old people or disabled people, because they are not welcomed by some factories and construction sites, and they can only make a living on their own.

This is also the helplessness of the people at the bottom.

It's all about living. It's not easy!

"Husband, what a fight?"

Liu Qingqing hasn't played this street shooting and doesn't know how to play with the simulated rifle.

"It's easy to aim at the balloon on the board in front of you. Pull your finger at the button and the bullet will go out."

Ye Rongrong once shot this kind of simulated gun. Knowing how to shoot it, he taught Liu Qingqing hand in hand.

"Well."

Liu Qingqing took aim at the balloon and pulled the button of the gun. With a slight sound of the bullet, the plastic bullet flew out.

"Bang!"

Soon a balloon was broken by Liu Qingqing.

"Wow, I hit it. I hit it."

No offense, please forgive me!

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