Starting from 40, holding the Star Mall to lead the motherland

Chapter 42: Improved Marksmanship

Chen Wenpeng stayed at home for a while and then left, saying that he had an appointment.

Huang Shufen said worriedly, "Third sister, you and your wife have finally been reunited, how can you move in with me?

He Sanmei sighed: "Sister Shufen, I won't hide it from you. I want to move away because I don't want to deal with the people here."

Huang Shufen didn't know how to persuade her.

Han Hui smiled and said, "Mom, Uncle Chen's workplace is only 6 or 7 kilometers away from us. It only takes a little over ten minutes by car to get there."

The so-called being too busy to go home every day is just an excuse, it’s not that busy.

After dinner, the mother and daughter went back and agreed that after He Sanmei moved to Zhangjia Garden, Han Hui would go over to keep Chen Xue company.

Leaving the villa area, Huang Shufen said with some guilt, "Xiaoman, I'm sorry to have troubled you again. Mr. Chen saved your brother, and your brother should repay him."

Han Hui said she had agreed to this herself. She agreed because He Sanmei's subsequent words touched her. Customs is a transit point, where many important supplies arrive before being distributed. She wanted to gain experience and meet new people at the customs before opening her own trading company. Profiting was secondary; getting supplies was the key.

Halfway through the journey, the rickshaw was suddenly stopped by the police, who wanted to check their documents.

When she took out her ID and handed it over, Han Hui saw bodies being carried out in front of her.

After the police handed the documents back to her, he saw that her face was a little pale, and his voice became softer: "This road is closed, let's go another way!"

Upon hearing this, the two rickshaw drivers hurriedly took a detour and left.

Han Hui went upstairs as soon as they got home, while Huang Shufen went into the kitchen to make fish soup. Her son needed to be well-nourished after his injury, so he could recover quickly.

Han Hui locked the door and entered the simulation chamber for training. She practiced ten moves, alternating between marksmanship and the Eight-Section Brocade technique. Later, she bought a sniper rifle from the mall. Combining simulation training with actual combat training would lead to faster progress.

The Qilin figurine I bought at the antique shop for 5000 French francs was exchanged for 3000 wealth points in the mall; the ordinary bracelet was exchanged for 10 wealth points. On the black market, a small yellow croaker could be exchanged for 2500 French francs, which was equivalent to spending two small yellow croakers to buy this figurine. However, in the mall, two small yellow croakers were only exchanged for 60 wealth points, a huge difference.

After training for so long, Han Hui was very tired. She came out of the space and was about to go to sleep when Huang Shufen came over and called her to eat.

Huang Shufen saw her tired face and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so tired?"

Han Hui stretched and said, "I just practiced in my room. I haven't moved for a long time, and now my whole body aches."

The three rooms upstairs were only slightly larger than her previous bedroom, and she couldn't even stretch out to practice in them.

Huang Shufen said, "When your brother gets better, we'll start the braised food business. When we make money, we'll rent a bigger house."

Han Hui wanted to buy a bigger house but didn't want to rent one: "Mom, the doctor said my brother is recovering well. Where will he live when he's discharged? Living on the second floor isn't convenient either."

Living on the second floor means climbing the narrow and steep stairs. Huang Shufen has to hold on to the stairs to get up. This is no problem for daily life, but running up and down to take care of patients is not an option.

Huang Shufen had already thought about this. She said, "I see there are two houses next door, and their first floor is divided into two rooms. I think we can tear down the partition here and let your eldest brother live on the first floor to recuperate." Han Hui said, "The rental contract states that the house cannot be modified, otherwise you will have to pay compensation. I will go to the landlord later to see if there is any compromise. If the landlord doesn't agree, we can live in the main room. It's suitable for living in this weather."

Huang Shufen returned to her room and took out a gold hairpin and a gold bracelet. She said, "Tomorrow you'll exchange these for money, and then buy a chicken. Your daily martial arts training is exhausting, and your elder brother is so weak, he needs to eat something good to replenish his body."

Han Hui took the two pieces of jewelry and said with a smile, "That will take until tomorrow. I'll go change them now. When I make money in the future, I'll buy you something better."

Huang Shufen knew she was being filial, but she still refused: "You can't eat jewelry. Once it's gone, it's gone. Wait until your brother is well and goes out to work. Then we can save money to buy a house."

I can’t go back to my hometown anymore, and now that I’ve found my son, all that’s left is to buy a house. With a house, I’ll have a place to settle down.

Han Hui thought that when she made money from her business, she would go to Zhangjia Garden and buy a small Western-style house to live in.

Han Hui brought dinner to the hospital. Huang Shufen was tired after a day of running around and needed a good rest.

Han Mengyang was given fish noodles. He had a good appetite and ate more than half of it and drank some fish soup. The rest was eaten by Xiaocao.

Han Hui didn't touch other people's leftovers. But since many people in this world were starving, she didn't think Xiaocao's behavior was inappropriate.

After Han Mengyang finished eating, he said, "Xiaoman, Meng Xing came over at noon and told me about my mother's divorce announcement and the letter of severance. Xiaoman, you did nothing wrong."

Han Hui hummed and said, "Last year, when he came back to attend the funeral, he looked at me like I was trash. Little did he know, in my eyes, he was even worse than trash."

She wouldn't attack Han Yongjing directly, but she would destroy everything he cared about. This would be more satisfying than killing him.

Han Mengyang felt guilty and distressed.

Han Hui couldn't help but laugh at him and said, "Brother, you don't have to be like this. It's Han Yongjing who's wrong, not you. And I feel pretty lucky. If I hadn't gone through all these hardships, I wouldn't have learned hunting from Uncle Wang and have the skills I have now."

The brother and sister chatted for a while. Han Hui saw that Han Mengyang looked a little tired, so she took the lunch box and left.

Han Mengyang recovered well, and Xiaocao was able to take care of him alone in the hospital.

Han Hui went home and slept until eleven o'clock. She opened the window and looked around. After confirming that no one was around, she jumped out of the window and hung down by the windowsill with one hand. She carefully pushed the window back and then jumped down.

Leaving the alley and onto the street, Han Hui found a secluded corner and slipped into her space to put on her mask. For her own safety, she spent 50,000 wealth points on a bulletproof vest and a bulletproof helmet.

On the way to No. 76, Han Hui saw a Japanese soldier punching and kicking a boy. The little boy curled up in a ball but did not cry or scream.

Han Hui understood that the boy was holding back because he was worried that crying would anger the other party and cause them to hit him harder. Furious, she replaced her sniper rifle with a Type 38 rifle and aimed at the man's head.

"boom……"

A gunshot rang out, and the man fell to the ground. Han Hui was delighted. It seemed her marksmanship had improved significantly over the past few days of training. Well, she needed to practice more and more, striving to become a perfect marksman in the shortest possible time.

(End of this chapter)