My own war game

Chapter 160 I Want the Real Thing

"I'm sorry, I'm old and my eyesight isn't very good these days, so I mistook you for a Japanese." Sean's grandfather apologized in front of He Chi.

"It doesn't matter. Many people can't distinguish the nationalities of Asians, especially those in East Asia." He Chi responded from the opposite side. He looked unconcerned and even a little happy.

"My godfather only taught me three things: believe in God, pity the weak, and hate the Japanese." The old man put down what he was holding and stood behind the window.

When he stood in the boss's position, his whole temperament changed. "Welcome to my shop, how can I help you?"

"Sir, can I take a look at this?" He Chi handed over the drawing in his hand.

"This..." The old man took the drawing and looked at it. "It seems to be the design drawing of the bazooka, but there are some details that are different from the final design. Is it the earliest prototype?"

Of course there are differences. The 1941 bazooka was not yet fully finalized, and many design improvements were made after the 1942 test.

"Sir, for some special reasons, if I want to refer to this design and completely restore one, do you think it is feasible?" He Chi put forward his request.

The old man took out a brochure and pointed at it. "Mr. He, if you are just playing around, I suggest you buy a replica of the model online. The degree of restoration is very high, and the structure is about 80% similar."

He Chi shook his head and pushed the brochure away. "Sir, you don't understand what I mean. I don't want this kind of toy made of plastic and stainless steel. I want a real thing that is 100% restored according to the blueprint."

"Really?" The old man looked at He Chi strangely.

"Yes, 100% real."

"Guest, you should know that this is an antique shop and I will not sell any illegal items that may cause danger."

"Take a look at this." He Chi took out a set of documents. "This is the National Guard Exercise Supplies Supply Authorization. This is the special item holding document issued by the state government for filming."

"We plan to cooperate with a film company to shoot a large-scale, highly realistic World War II movie. This will be used as a prop." He Chi took out a set of fake documents that he had previously made from the "lawyer."

"In that case..." The old man thought for a moment, "Wait a minute, Sean, come and help me."

Then the grandfather and grandson turned and walked towards the basement, and soon dragged out a large wooden box more than one meter long.

The wooden box was opened, and a long rocket launcher lay quietly inside. "Bazooka, Vietnam War model, slightly different in design from the earlier version, but 70% of the parts are universal. The best way is to dismantle this one, and then make other parts in small parts."

He Chi's eyes lit up. "Then what's your price?"

"Sorry, this is my exclusive collection and is not on the sales list." The old man patted the box.

"Not selling?" He Chi didn't understand why the other party would take it out if he wasn't selling it.

"I am 85 years old this year. I have been a collector for half my life, but I have never seen a truly top-notch collection. If someone can make up for this regret of mine, I will give this thing to you with both hands." The old man spread out his hands and said this.

"Sir, what kind of things are considered top-notch collectibles?"

"A while ago, a watch with a mustache was sold at an auction. The things here are considered top-notch collectibles."

"Yamamoto Isoroku's sword, Stalin's pipe, or Castro's personal belongings, any of these top celebrity items will do. Of course, I'll just take a look and play with them, I won't really ask for them." The old man said in a tone that did not allow for bargaining.

Hiss~~This condition is obviously making things difficult. Not only He Chi fell into deep thought, even Sean had an embarrassment on his face.

"Sorry, let me talk to grandpa." Sean pulled the old man into the next room.

Laura's first reaction was to eavesdrop at the door. "This doesn't seem very polite," He Chi frowned.

"Shh, don't you want to listen to what they say? Maybe you can even find out their bottom line." Laura winked playfully.

He Chi shook his head and squatted down helplessly.

The first voice that came out was Sean's. "Grandpa, you never said that thing was not for sale. Didn't someone come to ask for the price before?"

"Hey, Sean, can't you see? I'm doing this all for you!"

"for me?"

"You like that girl named Lola, don't you?" came the old man's joking voice.

"I, I, um..."

He Chi glanced and saw that it was Laura, but the girl just raised her chin and continued to eavesdrop.

"Don't you see? This thing is very important to them. I'm going to set a condition that they can't fulfill. Then they'll have to come more often. Kid, I'm creating a date opportunity for you."

“But I still feel that this is not good.”

"Or you can go out and ask her out directly. As long as you dare to say it, I'll let you give her this thing as a gift. It's not like decades ago now. You have to use some tricks to pursue a girl." Grandpa Sean's tone was like a military strategist giving advice to his roommate in the lower bunk.

"How about it? I'll make an appointment with him? Bring the things over." Laura whispered in He Chi's ear.

"Don't you mind?" He Chi looked at the girl strangely, and his tone didn't sound like he was speaking in a sarcastic way.

"What's the big deal? You know, Sean has probably never even held a girl's hand. The most I can do is accompany him shopping or to the movies and then come back." Laura looked indifferent.

"Forget it. It's best for girls to date based on their own preferences." He Chi finally shook his head.

"You said it. It's not that I don't want to help. I'll just consider it as repaying the favor I owed you before." Laura shrugged indifferently.

After a while, the grandfather and grandson came out from the inner room again.

"Sorry, we have discussed it and decided to stick to our previous conditions." The old man expressed his persistence with a smile.

"I understand." He Chi nodded, then turned over his palm and handed over something. "Do you think this meets your requirements?"

"So..." The old man was suddenly stunned, looked at the Oriental man and said, "So you have a top collection?!"

"I don't know if it counts, so you should take a look first." He Chi pulled out a silver-white Webley revolver from somewhere and placed it on the table.

The old man looked at the pistol with a monocular magnifying glass, looking at it carefully.
"Well, it's an English model from nearly a hundred years ago. The craftsmanship is excellent, but even so it can't be considered..."

The old man suddenly stopped talking, and then his face began to turn red, and even his breathing became rapid.

"Where did you get something so valuable?!"

(End of this chapter)