How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Before reaching the shooting range, Gu Heng heard a string of firecracker-like gunshots and couldn't help but turn back and ask Wu Yifeng, "Didn't you say it would be very difficult to book a spot to shoot? Why do I feel like there are a lot of people?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yifeng didn't know how to answer and could only shrug his shoulders, saying, "This is only my second time here. Last time there were only a few people in the afternoon. Who knows if the club has changed its regulations."

Listening to their conversation, the man in casual clothes laughed and said, "Our gun club operates on a non-profit model. The range is open to the public for only 3 to 7 days a month, and the remaining time is reserved for professional shooting sports teams.

Even on open days, we entertain no more than 20 clients at most.

As for the gunshots you heard just now, they probably weren't from our range, but from the range next door."

"There's another range next door?"

The man in casual clothes proudly nodded, responding, "There are several shooting ranges along Bila Mountain Road. We are the only private one; the others are either police or military ranges.

The one next door is a training range for the Hong Kong Island police department."

Gu Heng nodded as well.

No wonder this guy had such a proud expression on his face...
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Being next to military and police ranges was enough to vouch for the background of their gun club...

But this was only possible in Hong Kong Island...

In the Mainland, at such a sensitive location, let alone opening a private range, ordinary people wouldn't even think about getting close.

As they chatted, they arrived at the position of the shooting range...

...

"Mr. Wu, which target would you like to shoot at?"

The shooting instructor chosen by Wu Yifeng threw a flirty glance, coyly asking Wu Yifeng.

Dressed in a smart tactical vest, her tone was however as coquettish as a tender model who had been intimately chatting with Gu Heng a few days ago, with a forced, squeaky voice...

Listening to her, Gu Heng shook his head inwardly...

He was right after all...

These shooting instructors dressed in sexy and attractive outfits might have certain professional knowledge, but definitely not much...

They were mainly there to cater to the special tastes of rich second-generation youths like Wu Yifeng...

Wu Yifeng, hearing the voice, had an excited smile on his face, swiftly wrapped his arm around the exposed waistline of the shooting instructor, not caring about the glances from Gu Heng and the others, and directly began caressing her stretched-out belly...

Among the giggles of the female instructor, Wu Yifeng spoke up, "You're the coach, wherever you tell me to shoot, I'll shoot~"

"Then Mr. Wu, shall we go straight to the 200-meter targets? It's less crowded there, and I can give you a thorough individual explanation on shooting."

"Great!"

Wu Yifeng caught the insinuation of the female shooting instructor and immediately smiled and nodded. Then he turned to Gu Heng and said, "Gu Heng, you have fun first. I'm going to practice shooting."

"Take care of your health."

Gu Heng didn't say much, only teasingly made a comment.

Practicing shooting had only one meaning in the eyes of serious people, but was Wu Yifeng a serious person?

Clearly not...

Whether Wu Yifeng intended to practice shooting with a real gun or that particular personal 'gun' of his was something only he would know...

Obviously, Wu Yifeng heard Gu Heng's hint and, with an ambiguous smile, walked towards the far-off 200-meter targets while embracing the female instructor...

.....

"Mr. Gu, I heard this is your first time trying shooting. I think you could start with the 20-meter basic targets using a handgun, just to get used to it.

Handguns have less recoil and are easier to get used to," said Zheng Yong, the shooting instructor Gu Heng had chosen, his face serious as he began to introduce...

Gu Heng nodded upon hearing this. Whether or not Zheng Yong was professional, at least he was considering his shooting experience.

"You're the coach; I'll follow your lead."

Seeing Gu Heng willing to take advice, Zheng Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief...

He too had dealt with a fair share of rich second-generation kids who came to play. They all had one trait in common...

They wouldn't listen to advice...

They wouldn't adopt professional postures when taught, choosing instead to shoot indiscriminately...

And they would get tired after just a few rounds.

That was still not bad compared to those who ended up with muscle tears from the high recoil of rifles like the AK-47...

At such times, they wouldn't realize it was their fault but would think the coach was unprofessional. A simple complaint would easily deduct from the coach's fee, and it was always the coach who ended up unlucky...

The more these situations occurred, the more he would reminisce about his time as an instructor before retiring...

When guiding new recruits in shooting, even yelling at them was beneficial...

If he encountered a real blockhead, it was even acceptable to smack them to get them to understand...

But what about now?

He wouldn't dare to raise his voice, let alone scold...

If it weren't for the monthly salary of over a hundred thousand, he would have long since walked away...

Compared to the money-driven rules of society, Zheng Yong felt like the military he had once been a part of was truly paradise...

Unaware of Zheng Yong's inner thoughts, Gu Heng walked straight to the shooting spot...

Zheng Yong also took a handgun from a staff member nearby and carefully handed it to Gu Heng...

"This SIG Sauer P226, the first handgun you looked at, has a standard weight of 865 grams when unloaded. Even with a full magazine of 15 rounds, it doesn't exceed 1 kilogram, so it's quite light.

As for recoil, you don't need to worry much. The selling point of this P226 is its low recoil and high accuracy; any normal adult can handle it."

Gu Heng took the handgun, felt the metallic texture of the gun body, and found it quite satisfying—there was a reassuring heft to it...

Strictly speaking, this wasn't Gu Heng's first time handling a real gun...

As a child, Gu Heng had also handled a bird gun loaded with iron pellets belonging to an old man in the village...

Back then, he was also wildly excited, bragging about it everywhere.