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Chapter 332 Learning to Shoot

Shen Li said calmly, "You don't need to worry about that. I want to learn how to use a gun, and I also want to buy some."

Although these guns aren't the most advanced models, having them is better than having none. Besides, she has her own space to store them, which is her greatest source of confidence.

Ming Xiangyang turned to look at her, his eyes full of confusion—he really couldn't understand why Shen Li wanted to buy guns, since it was strictly forbidden to possess guns in China and it was impossible to bring them back.

But he didn't ask any more questions. He knew that Shen Li was calm and mature, and that she must have had her reasons for making the decision.

Jerry himself also enjoys collecting guns, but he was well aware of China's gun control regulations. His doubts were no less than Ming Xiangyang's, but he didn't press for details, only asking, "When do you want it?"

"No rush. You should have a shooting range here, right? I'd like to practice for a couple of days first to get a feel for it," Shen Li said.

To her, even if she had a gun, it would be nothing more than a pile of scrap metal if she didn't know how to use it.

Jerry slapped his thigh and laughed, "That's easy! My friend happens to have a private shooting range with all kinds of guns. It'll definitely satisfy you."

The matter was settled, and Ming Xiangyang accompanied Shen Li to the shooting range.

Inside the shooting range, Shen Li practiced with exceptional seriousness, refining each movement repeatedly, and Ming Xiangyang simply joined in the practice as well.

Despite the guidance of a professional coach, the recoil of the gun was still considerable, and after several rounds of practice, Shen Li's wrists were numb from the impact.

In contrast, Zhao Qing and Feng Ye were agile and skilled with their guns, remaining calm and composed throughout the entire process, showing no signs of stress.

Shen Li was strikingly beautiful and had a slender figure, making her stand out at the shooting range.

The coach in charge of guiding her was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, circling around her non-stop, providing excessively attentive service, with obvious flattery in his tone and eyes.

Jerry stood aside and watched. He was already proficient with firearms and didn't need to learn anything. He just watched Shen Li practice quietly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Miss Shen, you learn very quickly. Try this one. It has a shorter range, but the recoil is much less, so it won't shake your hand as much," Jerry suggested with a smile, handing over a lightweight pistol.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Shen Li took the pistol and resumed her practice.

By the end of the day, Shen Li had become familiar with almost all the mainstream firearms at the shooting range.

What surprised her was that guns were extremely expensive at the time, with each one costing several hundred dollars. In other words, the price of a gun was equivalent to that of a house in China.

Moreover, shooting practice is an expensive activity. The six of them practiced for three consecutive days, and the cost of consumables alone was more than six thousand US dollars.

That's a total of around 20,000 RMB.

Shen Li only needs to know the basics; she doesn't need to become an expert.

Shen Li and Ming Xiangyang both insisted on paying, but Jerry waved his hand and said cheerfully, "We're on my turf now, why should you pay? I'll cover the cost."

Shen Li wondered if Ming Xiangyang could bring a lot of money with him when he was abroad.

You have to understand, they can't take much cash with them when they go abroad.

There's not much left to exchange for US dollars.

She's different; she has space, and she has gold, which is internationally recognized.

She can exchange it directly for gold if needed.

Seeing this, Shen Li stopped insisting on competing—after all, they were friends for many years, and since he was treating this time, she would simply extend her hospitality to Jerry when he came to China in the future.

"There's a private auction party tonight, wanna go check it out?" Jerry suddenly suggested.

Shen Li had never attended an auction gala before, and a sense of curiosity arose in her heart. She immediately nodded, "Okay."

As she spoke, she turned to Ming Xiangyang, seeking his opinion: "Do you want to come along?"

Ming Xiangyang nodded slightly: "Okay."

After the three of them finished dinner together, they changed into formal attire.

Ming Xiangyang and Jerry were both tall and imposing, while Shen Li, standing between them, was still nearly a head shorter than them even in ten-centimeter heels, creating a striking image.

Jerry was from a prominent American family and was highly respected in the industry. When the three of them walked into the auction hall together, they attracted a lot of attention.

Shen Li looked around and saw that the venue was spacious and elegant. The exhibits to be auctioned were all displayed on the stands, with detailed introductions and numbers attached to the side for guests to preview.

A stage was set up in front of the venue, with rows of seats neatly arranged below it, clearly prepared for guests to take their seats once the auction began.

As soon as the three of them stood still, a servant stepped forward and handed them bidding paddles.

Jerry casually took one and handed it directly to Shen Li: "You take one too. You can bid on whatever you want."

Shen Li shook her head, took the sign, thanked him, and then turned to Ming Xiangyang: "How about we share one?"

Upon hearing this, Jerry immediately shoved the plaque in his hand into Ming Xiangyang's hands and said with a smile, "This one is for you, Lili and I will share one."

Since the two became acquainted, Jerry started calling her "Lili," a term that was both intimate and natural, and Shen Li never refused.

Ming Xiangyang raised an eyebrow, his tone firm and unwavering: "No need, sharing one with her is enough."

Jerry's smile froze, and he was momentarily at a loss for words. He could only stand there silently, and the atmosphere instantly became more subtly tense.

Jerry led Shen Li on a leisurely stroll through the exhibition hall, explaining as they walked: "The items here are a mix of real and fake, sold together. Whether you can find something good depends entirely on your eye for quality."

Shen Li's eyes lit up slightly, and she followed up, "So, is there anything you've got your eye on? I know a bit about cultural relics, so maybe I can give you some advice."

Jerry raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise and anticipation flashing in his eyes: "Oh? You know about this?"

Shen Li nodded slightly, her tone confident: "Yes, I know a little bit."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony with you." Jerry's interest deepened. "I've always had a fondness for antiques from your China, especially calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. I've got my eye on one, but someone examined it before and said it's a fake."

Shen Li's curiosity was piqued, and she pressed, "Could you take me to see it?"

Jerry gestured, leading her deeper into the exhibition hall: "This way, please."

Shen Li followed closely behind, secretly calculating in her mind—the X-ray vision she had spent a lot of money to open had not yet been put to use, and this place was simply the perfect occasion to test her abilities.

The thought of countless Chinese antiques and paintings being lost overseas during the War of Resistance against Japan fills her with regret.

If we could take this opportunity to recover the lost treasures, that would be a wonderful thing.

The two quickly walked to a painting and calligraphy work. Shen Li's gaze fell on the label below, which read "Tang Yin, a famous artist of the Ming Dynasty." A sense of doubt arose in his heart.

This name... why does it sound so familiar?

She silently called out to the system in her mind: 'Tuantuan, who is Tang Yin?'

The system's voice carried a hint of exasperation: "My god, host, you don't even know Tang Yin? He's Tang Bohu!"

Shen Li suddenly realized, and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement: 'What? Tang Bohu? So it was him!'

She had always thought that Tang Bohu was just a fictional character in a TV series, but she never expected that he was a real historical figure.

"Is this painting an original?" she asked the system again.

It's true.

Are you sure?

"Absolutely certain, without a doubt."