I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan

This left the two girls deeply impressed.

As time passed, the sweltering heat began to fade. The group strolled leisurely along the path. Before they knew it, they had wandered over to a balloon-shooting stall.

POP! "Congratulations, you hit one."

PFFT! "Missed…"

…

Little Tangtang watched the child shooting the air rifle, a little tempted, and tugged on Xia Liang's hand.

"You want to play this?" Xia Liang asked casually, only to see a yearning sparkle in Little Tangtang's bright eyes.

He said no more and led Little Tangtang over to the shooting stall.

"Hello there! Does the little one want to try shooting balloons? There are prizes for hitting them!" the owner greeted them, then turned to Xia Liang. "It's twenty per person for one round of ten shots. If you hit a whole row…"

It was no wonder the owner was explaining the rules so carefully. He had heard that a ring toss vendor had tried to swindle customers that morning by being vague about the rules. As a result, the vendor ran into an expert who nearly cleaned out his entire stall. Because of that, he'd already talked himself hoarse today.

In fact, it wasn't just him; all the vendors in the amusement park were now doing the same. They were terrified of making a careless mistake and losing the pants off their backs.

Having heard about the morning's incident, Xia Liang listened patiently as the owner explained the rules. He then turned his head and asked, "Wen Qiong, Chang Ge, do you two want to play?"

One of them simply waved her hand, while the other said, "I'm not playing. That's too childish."

Xia Liang turned back to the owner. "The little girl will be playing by herself."

With that, he took out his phone and scanned the code to pay.

After the child in front of them left, Little Tangtang happily ran up and picked up the air rifle.

PFFT! Missed…

PFFT! Missed…

…

After ten consecutive shots, Little Tangtang hadn't popped a single balloon. The others watching were left somewhat speechless. Even the owner was surprised; he had never seen anyone with such terrible luck.

When Little Tangtang finished and saw that she hadn't hit a single balloon, she grew a bit discouraged. Seeing her looking so down, the group glanced at the owner. He quickly waved his hands with a smile. "Don't worry, everyone, my gun hasn't been tampered with. If it has, I'll give you my entire stall!"

In truth, the owner was also on edge. He had indeed tampered with the gun before, but because of this morning's incident, he had changed it back. Yet this little girl still hadn't hit a single one, which was making him doubt himself.

Seeing how adamant the owner was, the group said no more and squatted down to comfort Little Tangtang.

"Little Tangtang, you're the best! You're the first person ever to miss every single one!"

"Yeah, Little Tangtang, you're amazing. I could never do that."

Listening to their unique brand of comfort, Xia Liang was speechless. But when he saw a smile return to Little Tangtang's face, he gently rubbed her head. "It's okay, Little Tangtang. How about we try one more time?"

"I don't want to play anymore, Uncle Xia. Can you play for me? I want that Barbie doll."

Ah, so *that's* why she wanted to shoot. Xia Liang finally understood.

"Alright, I'll win it for you," he said. He then turned to the owner. "Owner, how many balloons do I need to shoot to win that Barbie doll?"

The owner's heart skipped a beat when he saw what Xia Liang was pointing to. He had gone to great lengths to have someone bring that doll back from overseas, and it was incredibly expensive.

After a moment's hesitation, the owner put on a fawning smile and said to Xia Liang, "That's my most expensive prize here. If you can shoot down every single balloon in one go, the doll is yours."

Xia Liang glanced at the wall of balloons, calculated the total cost, and transferred the payment. The owner was taken aback. In all the years he had run this stall, the number of people who could clear the entire board was so small he could count them on one hand. Consequently, almost no one paid for all the shots at once like Xia Liang.

Could this young man actually have some skills? No, probably not… Even people from certain special professions can't hit them all.

While the owner was lost in his thoughts, Xia Liang had already shouldered the air rifle. He closed his left eye, squinted his right, and focused intently on a balloon. His index finger gently squeezed the trigger.

POP!

"Congratulations, you hit it!"

Immediately after, Xia Liang aimed again and again as balloons burst in a relentless sequence.

POP! "Congratulations, you hit it."

POP! "Congratulations, you hit another one."

"You're a real sharpshooter!"

…

The robotic announcements from the game echoed one after another.

As the final balloon exploded, a round of applause erupted from behind him. Xia Liang looked back, unaware that a crowd of spectators had gathered while he was shooting.

"Look at that guy, he's so good!"

"Honey, can you win that for me later, too?"

"Mommy, I wanna play that!"

…

Listening to the countless voices around him, the owner wasn't sure whether to laugh or to cry. He truly hadn't expected this young man to make every shot. Now that he had to give away his most valuable prize, he wanted to cry but couldn't shed a tear. And yet, hearing the crowd's eager chatter, he wasn't sure if he should be thanking the young man. His stall had never drawn such a large crowd before.

But there was no point in overthinking it. A loss was a loss. He couldn't go back on his word in front of so many people.

As Xia Liang set the rifle down, the owner quickly handed the Barbie doll to Little Tangtang.

Seeing the owner act so straightforwardly, Xia Liang felt the man was much more honest than the vendor from that morning. He smiled, picked up Little Tangtang, and turned to leave.