Chapter 344 Damn, I forgot about this!

Wooden warehouses are always the most attractive thing for men.

He immediately asked if he could go and have a look.

Chen Xiaolong was very honest, "I don't have the final say on this matter. Uncle Wu has to nod his head."

Chen Pingan was a little disappointed.

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If Uncle Wu and Uncle San knew the reason why he came to Europe, and also said that part of their business was illegal, even if he guessed part of it, there was a shooting range but he didn't invite him to play...

The meaning here is a bit intriguing.

Did he not trust himself or did he not want himself to know these things?

Chen Xiaolong knew because he had lived here for a long time.

It was only the first day when he arrived, and he asked Chen Xiaolong to introduce the manor, but he specifically asked Uncle Wu to nod his head.

So, Uncle Wu has the final say on the foreign part?

What did Uncle San come here for?

Chen Pingan had a lot of wild thoughts in his mind, and a disappointed look appeared on his face. "Is that so? Forget it. I'd better not bother Uncle Wu. Maybe he will agree to let me go out and play in a few days when he is not busy."

Chen Xiaolong didn't know how to respond, so he changed the subject.

Before going to bed at night, Chen Pingan called Edwards and learned that everything was normal. Brianna had just had surgery and was recuperating.

Edwards said that he would go to Frankfurt to wait for him after Brianna was discharged from the hospital.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Pingan called his father Chen Shaohua again to tell him that he had arrived and met Uncle San and Uncle Wu, and didn't say anything else.

Lying alone on the soft big bed, he didn't feel sleepy. His mind was full of what he saw and heard during the day and the news that Huo Xiuzhu was in Paris.

He lay there until dawn and fell asleep.

Chen Pingan, who had slept for less than two hours in the morning, was called up by Chen Xiaolong to have breakfast. What made him happy was that the breakfast was a traditional Chinese breakfast.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks and steamed buns, he was the one with two dark circles under his eyes, looking listless.

"Why didn't you get enough rest last night?" Chen Shaoliang asked gently.

Chen Pingan shrugged and said, "This place makes people feel extremely relaxed. I was a little excited, so I went to bed late."

Chen Xiaolong ate quietly in silence, while Chen Shaojie watched the news on TV while eating.

If it weren't for the fact that the news was in English, Chen Pingan would have thought that his uncle was a super awesome language genius.

He has only been in France for less than three months, and he must have been in contact with Chinese people on a daily basis.

Even if he has a high talent for languages, he can't understand the news in three months.

Except for a few chefs, most of the people in the manor are Chinese.

Chen Shaoliang said while eating, "This manor covers an area of ​​more than 600 acres. The reason why I asked you to help make money before is also related to this.

I will buy several farms around it soon, and it will probably cost a lot of money."

Chen Pingan ate the buns calmly, without saying a word.

Chen Shaoliang looked at him and said with a smile: "After dinner, go and take a nap. I'll take you to the shooting range to shoot woodcang in the afternoon. I guess Xiaolong should have introduced it to you yesterday."

Chen Ping'an then became interested and asked: "I have never touched a woodcang. I don't know if it is dangerous."

Chen Shaojie said: "I know that the bodyguards at home have taught you some things. Do you practice it normally?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "If I have time, I will practice in the morning. I don't practice when I am busy."

Chen Shaoliang said with interest: "Not bad, not many people know that strengthening their bodies is the foundation.

Some people practice martial arts without knowing why.

After eating something, go to bed. When you wake up, I will take you to play woodcang. In the evening, I will take you to watch black boxing."

Chen Ping'an has only seen black boxing in novels or film and television works, but he has never seen it in real life, or even heard of it.

But that was in China, so it is normal not to have heard of it.

Chen Xiaolong interrupted at this moment and said, "Fighting Mucang is fun, black boxing is too cruel, I don't like watching that myself."

Before Chen Pingan had time to speak, Chen Shaoliang said, "That's because you are too lazy. I guess you are not Pingan's opponent. Just because you don't practice every day, I guess you can't beat him."

He turned his head to look at Chen Pingan and asked, "What are you practicing?"

Chen Pingan said with Chen Xiaolong's resentful eyes, "It's just simple joint movement and some force techniques.

Brother Ji and Brother Qi taught me some things. I didn't practice very well, mainly because I couldn't persist for too long.

My physical fitness is still a little behind."

His tone and attitude were very sincere, and what he said was true, but what he didn't say was that he also practiced the skills taught by Chi Yonghao to destroy the opponent's center of gravity and balance.

It sounds simple, but in fact, when he first started practicing, he really thought it was very interesting, and he didn't practice it stupidly.

When the action is done, the mind simulates what kind of force this action may have on people, and how to do it to save the most effort when exerting force.

These are all things that have never been told to anyone.

He didn't even have a chance to show off in front of others.

However, he raised his eyes to look at Chen Xiaolong and gave him an ambiguous smile.

Chen Xiaolong was immediately unhappy.

"What's wrong? Your look means I'm not your opponent?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.

Chen Shaojie and Chen Shaoliang exchanged glances and said nothing.

After dinner, Chen Pingan really went back to his room to catch up on his sleep. Chen Xiaolong's task was to accompany Chen Pingan during this period of time. After all, the money they wanted to expand the manor was earned by this kid.

Although the fees were paid in full, if Chen Pingan hadn't agreed, there would be no chance to make so much money, right?

As for fighting?

Today, I must let him see what it means to be a master who is hidden.

For this goal, Chen Xiaolong sweated in the training room all morning.

When Chen Pingan got up to eat, Chen Xiaolong was taking a bath. When the two of them had eaten and rested enough, Chen Shaoliang came.

"Let's go, I'll take you to try the Mucang method."

Chen Shaoliang wore a black sportswear, which made him look much more pleasing to the eye.

Chen Xiaolong hurriedly greeted him, and they got on an off-road vehicle and headed straight to the shooting range behind the manor.

What shocked Chen Pingan was that this was actually an open-air shooting range.

And there were already people playing here.

It was his third uncle Chen Shaojie.

"This shooting range was opened after I got in touch with him two years ago.

France's ban on wooden barrels is much weaker now than it was decades ago. I have all the wooden barrels on the market. It depends on what you like."

Chen Pingan swallowed his throat, pointed at his third uncle who was wearing protective headphones and goggles and asked:

"Doesn't your third uncle have ALS? How can he still practice shooting?"

Chen Shaoliang was stunned.

The three looked at Chen Shaojie, who was holding a shotgun barrel and firing frantically. His body was shaking, and he looked like he was well-trained.

Chen Xiaolong's face turned pale.

Damn, I forgot about this!