This is very complicated, Wang Bo introduced to him: "One is the rental price of the target channel. Some are based on people and hours, and some are based on people and roads without limiting time. The prices of different methods and target channels are also different."

"Take an example of a pistol yard. The rental price of the target track is 30 yuan per person for two hours, the rental price of the gun is 10 yuan per hour, and the price of the civilian Glock bullet is 10 yuan and 25 rounds. Basically, tourists will spend 200 yuan to play a game."

"By the way, the price of bullets is a variable. The stronger the firepower, the more expensive the guns and the matching ammunition will be. This weapon will naturally be more enjoyable to play, but it is the most expensive."

Ye Qipeng asked curiously: "So, can't you bring your own guns and bullets?"

Wang Bo nodded and said, "Yes, you can bring your own, but New Zealand has laws that carrying guns for regional movements requires approval from the local police station or a special gun license. You know, if you want to issue these certificates, it is very difficult, so it is better to come to us to buy bullets."

Ye Qipeng said: "As long as you sell bullets, you can get a lot of profits, right?"

Wang Bo said: "The shooting range has just opened, and the profits are hard to say, Stephen Chow?"

Li Xing said: "This is our business secret, but since the boss allows me, I will tell you that the profits of our shooting range in the past week are 65,000 yuan."

"Not very high." Ye Qipeng commented.

Li Xing said: "Yes, it's mainly because we just opened and restricted the passenger flow in order to maintain stability. In addition, the shooting range is not famous enough, mainly because tourists come to play. Most people in the surrounding towns do not know our existence."

Wang Bo said: "There is no hurry. If you gain fame in the future, the shooting range will become a money printing machine."

Ye Qipeng said thoughtfully: "Do tourists like it very much, right? I see that you have many domestic tourists here, so their participation is higher, right?"

Seeing that he had been asking about the shooting range, Wang Bo asked tentatively: "You are not interested in opening a shooting range, are you? Do you want to set up a shooting range in China?"

Ye Qipeng did not answer, and Assistant Lang took over the topic: "You may not know that we, Mr. Ye, are veterans. After the years of retirement, he has been obsessed with these iron guys."

Wang Bo said: "It turns out that Mr. Ye is a soldier. In fact, opening a shooting range is very simple. The difficult thing is that local policies allow it. It is easy to pass the review here in New Zealand, but it is difficult in China, right? Besides, as Mr. Ye's identity and connections, he still lacks shooting ranges to play?"

Ye Qipeng said: "I can go to the shooting range of the armed police, but my business partners are not good. These people are also very interested in guns and weapons. To be honest, I want to set up a shooting range to develop in the form of a private club, mainly serving my business."

Wang Bo doesn't interrupt this. He knows very well that the domestic control of weapons is so strict. He is indispensable to playing this thing. If something goes wrong, he will not express his opinion.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Bowen immediately changed the topic: "Let's go here, guys, come here, how about we play shotgun?"

When the shotgun hit the frisbee, Li Xing waved his hand, Hou Hai passed a frisbee, he pulled the trigger, and three yellow-green frisbee flew out one after another.

Uncle Bing quickly grabbed the shotgun inserted beside him. He didn't aim, but raised the gun and pulled the trigger. At the same time, he grabbed the pump rod under the barrel with his left hand. As soon as the gun sounded, he immediately pulled down to load the bullet. In this way, he pulled the trigger again and then shot again.

‘Bang!’ ‘Click!’ ‘Bang!’ ‘Click!’ ‘Bang!’ ‘Click!’ ‘Click!’

Three gunshots in a row, all three Frisbee flying in the air were smashed to pieces!

Ye Qipeng applauded vigorously and shouted: "Good marksmanship, this brother is really a sharpshooter!"

Wang Bo said proudly: "This is the king of hot weapons in our Sunset Town. He was born in the British SAS. He used to work as an instructor for the Special Air Service Corps and specializes in training British special forces."

Ye Qipeng glanced at Uncle Bing in surprise and said, "Mayor Wang is really a talented man. He actually has such talents. Is this gentleman your bodyguard?"

Wang Bo laughed and said, "What bodyguards do I need? This is a capable general in our police station."

Uncle Bing pulled the pump rod and loaded the gun, handed it over and said, "Sir, are you here to try it?"

Ye Qipeng really likes guns. He took them over and said happily, "Okay, give me a shot, Xiao Wang, please tell your friend, separate the frisbee, I can't stand the frequency just now."

Li Xing said to Lang's assistant: "Mr. Lang, what do you like to play? Shotguns and hand rifles, fixed targets and mobile targets, or play practical drills?"

Assistant Lang shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm just a novice in this regard. I haven't even touched it before, so you guys have fun, I'll watch it here."

Wang Bo turned around and said, "Assistant Lang, go and have fun. There are not many such opportunities. You can find the shooting range when you return to China, but it is rare to be as free as me."

Ye Qipeng also said, "Alang, go and have fun."

Assistant Lang smiled bitterly and said, "But I really can't play."

"This is very simple, don't be too nervous. Our shooting range can provide pre-trip training. As long as the safety regulations are complied with, I will follow you specifically and nothing will happen." Li Xing comforted him.

"If you still feel uneasy, you can participate in a beginner training course specially for rookies, start by learning basic knowledge such as firearms and ammunition, and then go to the shooting range." Hou Haibo added.

Before Ye Qipeng was about to play, Li Xing handed him a contract, which was a disclaimer. All those entering the shooting range must sign, including Wang Bo, otherwise they cannot shoot.

After signing, Hou Haibo flapped the frisbee and frisbee out with a frisbee.

Ye Qipeng quickly raised his gun, stared at the sight of the sight and found the frisbee, and pulled the trigger violently: "Bang!"

With a loud bang, the frisbee exploded in the air.

This time it was Wang Bo's turn to applaud: "Beautiful!"

The second frisbee flew out, and Ye Qipeng shot again, "Bang!"

The Frisbee landed.

As soon as Lao Wang's voice fell, Ye Qipeng's second shot fell, making him extremely embarrassed.

Ye Qipeng is a very strong person and said, "Grandma, I haven't played for a while, I've had my hands on it. Come on, come again!"

He did not boast about this. After playing more than ten Frisbee, he slowly found that he began to achieve high-level results.

He played thirty frisbee in a row, then put down his gun and shouted: "It's so good! Is it so good! Xiao Wang, come on!"

Wang Bo picked up the gun as if he was decent, and shot one by one Frisbee one by one. He shot with his right hand and pulled the pump lever with his left hand. Then, with the sound of "bang bang bang bang", the Frisbee landed one by one.

No one hit!
Chapter completed!