Qibao Miaomiao: The super president spoils the sky

Job retracted his hand holding the gun vigilantly: "Why are you touching my arm?"

In the entertainment industry, he was often harassed by bosses and seniors who didn't have good eyesight. This face and his special ability always make people lose their minds about him.A while ago, a female CEO pursued him crazily, even disregarding her identity, she found a relationship and entered the dressing room, and threw herself on him, causing Job to still have a psychological shadow.

Shang Yueming's face revealed a subtle dislike, and he backed away a few steps.

Job remembered the many cold faces the big boss had shown him in the past, and realized that he might be too conditioned.

He also quickly admitted his mistake: "Well, I'm sorry, why did you touch me?"

"It depends on your muscle strength. When holding a gun, the muscles should not be too tense, otherwise it will be easy to lose stability."

"Oh, ok, then I will control it."

In order to learn to shoot well, Job obediently listened to Shang Yueming's guidance, and finally mastered the posture and tricks. Shang Yueming asked him to shoot at the target.

"Okay, then I shot. How will I see how many rings I hit later?"

Shang Yueming pointed to a small ring five or six meters away: "This is connected to the target. From the first to tenth rings, if the target is hit, the pointer on the ring will bounce to the corresponding position."

Job nodded, caught the aiming point, pulled the trigger, and the bullets roared out——

"Look at how many rings you hit!" Job quickly ran to the ring, staring at the motionless pointer, confused, "What does motionless mean?"

Shang Yueming said mercilessly: "It means you missed the target."

Qiao Mai encouraged: "Xiao Bu try a few more times, it's normal to miss the first time."

Job also thought so, touched the SRS A1 sniper rifle in his hand, and asked, "How many bullets are there?"

Shang Yueming threw the pouch of bullets on his back to the ground, and there was a loud bang, bang, bang: "You can shoot another 10 rounds, if you still can't hit, no matter how much you waste, it means you really have no talent. "

"I, I'll try again."

Qiao Mai touched his head and said softly: "Little Bu, it doesn't matter if you fail. Mom will accompany you to the shooting playground to have a good time."

Job grinned, and stroked his hair that had been dyed silver for a magazine advertisement: "Hey, then I must be the prettiest boy in the playground."

Shang Yueming loaded the bullet in his hand, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.At such a young age, Qiao Mai actually looks good as a mother.

Their clan grows faster than ordinary people, just like Nezha.Mothers in the clan have too little time to grow up with their children, and the parent-child relationship will never be close.

But Qiao Mai doesn't seem to have this trouble at all, and gets along with Job, like a mother and child and like a friend.

Job was laughing and joking, but when it came time to shoot again, his expression became serious again.The second bullet was fired, and the ring pointer still did not move. The third and fourth bullets...

Job slowly pursed his lips.

"Brother said that I have no talent, and it is true." He handed the gun back to Shang Yueming, and walked towards Qiao Mai dejectedly, "Mom, let's go to the playground next time. I will spend more money and mess around." Shoot enough."

"Okay, Xiaobu, why don't you consider taking on a shooting scene next time, playing a sharpshooter or something, it will definitely look good in the shoot. Look, the picture my mother took for you."

Job and she got together and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, I want to post on Weibo."

"No, fans will ask the source of your gun." Shang Yueming reloaded the bullet, and handed the handle of the gun to Qiao Mai, "How about Ms. Qiao come and try?"

"That's right, Mom, why don't you try it too, with Mr. Shang and I watching you, it's no problem."

Qiao Mai's eyes lit up, and he eagerly took the gun and carried it on his shoulder.After she adjusted her movements, Shang Yueming nodded in surprise: "Well, it's pretty standard."

When Qiao Mai stared at the scope for feeling, Job asked worriedly, "Mom, can you see clearly?"

"Well, don't worry, I can see very clearly. You forgot, mom is not short-sighted."

Job was puzzled: "Huh? But you usually face the computer, even if you're not short-sighted, your vision shouldn't be particularly good, right?"

"Very good." Qiao Mai silently calculated the angles in his mind, "I have good eyesight since I was a child, and your great-grandfather often bathed me with herbs that clear the mind and improve eyesight. I have been taking baths since I was a child."

Job was still wondering, but Qiao Mai had already pulled the trigger, the bullets roared out, and the pointer on the small ring flicked towards the middle. Shang Yueming checked it carefully, and said in surprise, "Nine rings."

"Wow, is it true?!"

Job didn't believe it, so he insisted on running to the place where the target stood to check. After running back and forth, the way he looked at Qiao Mai changed completely: "Mom, hit it again."

Qiao Mai chuckled: "This sounds a little strange, it's the first time I see my son who is begging to be beaten."

"I mean target shooting. Seriously, Mom, try again!"

Shang Yueming also nodded affirmatively.

So Qiao Mai adjusted his posture again, and fired another shot according to the feeling just now.

This time, Job stood in front of the small ring, and immediately announced the accuracy: "9.8 ring, my God!"

Shang Yueming stretched out his hand to Qiao Mai, asked for the gun to check it out, and then felt a little stupid, this is a real gun, not a chicken-eating game, and there is no plug-in for an automatic sight.

His handsome sword eyebrows were deeply frowned, and he asked incredulously, "Ms. Qiao, how did you do it?"

"Didn't you explain the essentials of shooting to Job just now? From what I heard, it seems that it has something to do with rifling, gravity and wind force. Even the refraction of light will affect the accuracy of long-distance targets in human eyes, so I carefully observed the surrounding environment before shooting, and roughly calculated an angle without deviation."

Job was dazed, his eyes sparkled: "Forget it? How do we count it?"

Qiao Mai thought he wanted to know the calculation process, so he picked up a wooden stick and made a gesture on the mud floor: "Look, roughly speaking, the wind can be divided into three types, full speed, half speed and zero speed. The full speed wind comes from 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock and 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, 0 o'clock, the wind here comes from 3 o'clock, according to the method of calculating the wind speed, divide the angle of 30 degrees by 4 and multiply by 1.6, the wind speed can be calculated at about It is 12 kilometers per hour. After knowing the wind speed, the sniper angle can be calculated by dividing the range by 100, multiplying by the wind speed and dividing by a constant."

"Different distances need to be divided by different constants. For 100-500 meters, the constant is 15. There is a separate constant for 600 meters, which is 14..."

"Stop!" Job couldn't listen anymore, and said bitterly, "Mom, I understand, the method you mentioned is simply too hellish."

Shang Yueming nodded in agreement: "Ordinary people can't think of it. But if it is a moving target, the calculation should be much more difficult." He said, and pressed a red button under the small circle, and the distant target suddenly went crazy move up.

Qiao Mai's competitive spirit was immediately aroused: "Let me try."

After the first shot was empty, she quickly adjusted her mentality and hit the target several times in succession.

"No, I have to practice more."

Job stared dumbfounded at his mother's rapid progress from the second and third rings to the tenth ring.Shang Yueming walked around her a few times, and affirmed: "Very talented, it can be said to be a genius."

After a while, Qiao Mai fully found the feel, put down the gun, and looked at the bullet casings that fell on the ground: "Ah, I'm sorry, I got agitated by accident, Mr. Shang, I will bear the cost of these bullets."

"No need." Shang Yueming began to close the gun, "These are the property of the clan, basically equal to the personal property of the boss, so you can use it as you like."

Job waved his hand: "Wait, wait, the family property is basically equal to Nie Yuan's personal property? It seems that the ownership of your family's property is a bit wrong? There is no distinction between public and private at all."

Shang Yueming said indifferently: "Without a boss, there would be no family. Everything should belong to the boss."

Job couldn't understand this kind of utter loyalty, while Qiao Mai looked at Shang Yueming's skillful way of dismantling the magazine, and his heart was very itchy.

"Excuse me, can I learn this?"

Shang Yueming froze: "Do you want to learn?"

Qiao Mai's eyes sparkled: "Well! Isn't there a game of disassembling and assembling guns in the army? It seems very interesting. Anyway, we will stay for a few more days, and there is no way to watch TV or play mobile phones here. Why don't you learn it?" .”

Shang Yueming was caught by her expectant eyes, then remembered the excellent talent she showed just now, and agreed.

On the other hand, Jobe completely lost interest in shooting after this time.As soon as he left the shooting range, he took Qiao Mai to the log cabin by the lake to pack his things and moved them to the ranger's cabin.There are only two rooms here, and when the ranger went home for vacation, Shang Yueming and Job happened to share one room, but now that Qiao Mai came, they could only squeeze together.

Qiao Mai and Job went to the field to pick cabbages, while Shang Yueming wrote recipes in the house.After finishing writing, he took out his portable computer and connected to the satellite network.

Although he is here as a bodyguard, the company's affairs cannot be let go.

As soon as he logged into the mailbox, he saw an email from Job's manager Wang Zhi, which listed the list of the main creators of Job's new drama and the start time.

Xiao Yaxin's name was impressively written in the female lead column.

He immediately sent a message to Wang Zhi: [When was this drama scheduled? 】

Shang Yueming didn't ask the actors about the details of the drama, Wang Zhi hurriedly replied: [It was decided after the filming of the fourth episode of "Family Treasure Hunt". On the show, Xiao Yaxin was the only star who expressed support for him. At that time, she offered an invitation. We saw that the production of this show was really good. It was a good opportunity for Xiaobu to transform. After several high-level evaluations, they all agreed. 】

Shang Yueming thought for a while and said: 【Okay, but when the time comes to start the machine, Job must bring the assistant I arranged to the set. 】

Wang Zhi thought that Mr. Shang had finally changed his mind and began to pay attention to Job's development, so he quickly thanked him happily.

Shang Yueming opened the group chat in the clan again, and was caught off guard by a photo.He fixed his eyes and asked in the group: 【Is this true? 】