Chapter Seventy-Three: The Night of the Jungle Villa (2)
At this point, it's nightfall.
Liang Hongen, who had long been not interested in the lively and festive celebrations, turned down the after-show arranged by Wang Xinliang, came to the bedroom early, and meditated and practiced early according to the health regimen taught by his personal doctor.
The rest of the guests, except for Wang Xinliang, were all young people in their teens and twenties, and they couldn't bear the loneliness and gathered in the extremely spacious dance hall and started a lively party.
Zhao Fanghua and Yu Xiujuan, who came out to relax, of course did not stay in the room, but dragged Ding Chenggong to the party.
As soon as the scene began, Wang Deming volunteered to perform the Cossack traditional saber dance for everyone, and turned on the stereo, only to find that there was no accompaniment at all!
"What's there, open the computer and download it!" Liang Xiuxiu immediately opened her laptop and looked for a network interface everywhere.
"There's no mobile phone signal here, where is the Internet!"
Wang Deming shouted in annoyance, muttered "What the hell" in Russian, and walked to the side angrily.
"Success, don't you know how to play the piano? Just help! Yu Xiujuan saw that the party became cold, and she hurriedly pointed to the piano in the corner of the dance hall, and whispered to Ding Chenggong: "You can't spoil everyone's interest just because of a fake captain!" ”
"Yes, success!" Zhao Fanghua also whispered seriously: "In my opinion, this Wang Deming and Ben can't dance." You go up and play for him, just to quiet this nasty thing, and stop bothering us! ”
Regarding the words of the two sisters, Ding Chenggong has always been obedient.
He immediately stood up, walked to the piano, and smiled: "Don't worry, my piano, although it is an amateur, also thinks it is good." Today, I will make an ugly appearance in front of everyone and accompany Captain Wang Deming! ”
As he spoke, Ding Chenggong sat down, opened the dusty lid, gently blew off the dust on the keys, stretched out his fingers, took a deep breath, calmed down, and played the piano smoothly.
The beautiful melody and the upbeat and cheerful Cossack dance music soon flowed from Ding Chenggong's fingers.
The professional piano performance quickly quieted the noisy ballroom.
Liang Xiuxiu and Shen Baixue, who heard Ding Chenggong playing the piano for the first time, were suddenly surprised, and Wang Deming, who was clamoring to dance the Cossack saber dance, stood there with a stunned face, motionless.
"Brother Bing King, dance quickly! I've never seen a Russian dance before! Liang Xiuxiu, who was simple-hearted, didn't see Wang Deming's embarrassment, and urged excitedly: "The accompaniment has been ringing for a long time, you should jump quickly!" ”
Wang Deming, who didn't know how to dance at all, looked embarrassed, red-faced, and speechless in the face of the beautiful girl's urging!
"What a Russian dance, it's a Cossack and a sabre, how scary!"
The empathetic Zhao Fanghua saw Wang Deming's embarrassment, and smiled slightly: "Simply, let's sing together!" ”
"Yes, this dance, his movements are too intense, and it is really not suitable for girls to watch!" Wang Deming immediately got off the donkey and said, "Let's turn on the stereo and sing karaoke!"
Shen Baixue also started to be a favor, and said with a smile: "Yes, how lively the singing is, it's better to drink together!" “
"Okay!" Liang Xiuxiu, who was simple-hearted, immediately agreed and shouted to Ding Chenggong: "Hey! Brother Ding! Stop playing the piano, let's sing! ”
Ding Chenggong didn't have the heart to sing with everyone, and when he left the dance hall, he immediately found Wang Xinliang and followed him to the private gun collection room.
As soon as he walked into the door of the collection room, Ding Chenggong was immediately attracted by the collection in front of him!
From the most primitive musket, Arabi's original firearm Ma Dafa, to the classic Garand semi-automatic, Bobosha submachine gun, and Chicago typewriter of World War II, there is a wide variety of classic guns. There's even a special climbing rigging for special forces!
What interests Ding Chenggong the most are the two 20-ring mirror boxes made in Germany!
Picking up these two old guns, Ding Chenggong immediately played skillfully.
Seeing Ding Chenggong's skillful use of guns, Wang Deming couldn't help but ask curiously: "Have you used this kind of gun before?" ”
"Used it more than once! It's an old man! Ding Chenggong said excitedly. Seeing Wang Xinliang's look of disbelief, he immediately said seriously: "Don't believe it? Give me a Mauser pistol and I'll give you a trick! ”
Wang Xinliang immediately asked curiously: "What is the unique skill?" ”
"With just one bullet, I can close my eyes and take this gun apart and assemble it!" Ding Chenggong smiled confidently: "If you don't believe it, I'll show you now!" ”
"Of course I believe you, Mr. Ding!" Wang Xinliang immediately smiled, took out a full box of Mauser pistol bullets and gave Ding Chenggong, and said with a smile: "However, I still want to see your unique skills!" ”
"Then you're good to go!" Ding Chenggong immediately took out a piece of black cloth, blindfolded himself, and then touched a bullet, three times and two times, and disassembled the pistol into parts!
Without waiting for Wang Xinliang to marvel, Ding Chenggong was blindfolded again, and the parts were assembled very quickly when he touched them!
After loading the last part, Ding Chenggong skillfully pushed the chamber of the gun, and with a light pull of the trigger, there was a crisp sound of pin impact in the pistol!
Wang Xinliang looked at his watch with some surprise, and was surprised to find that from disassembling the gun to loading the gun, Ding Chenggong only took less than three minutes!
"Your unique skill is really an eye-opener for me!" Wang Xinliang immediately smiled in surprise and said: "It's a pity that these two guns are left with me!" You are the real owner of them! ”
As he spoke, Wang Xinliang immediately gave Ding Chenggong two shell guns along with holsters and a full 200 Mauser pistol bullets!
Ding Chenggong was about to excuse himself, and above this remote villa deep in the dense forest, there was a sudden burst of piercing motor roar!
"Oh yes! It's my mom who came in a helicopter to celebrate my birthday! In the VIP bedroom on the second floor, Wang Baoling's joyful screams were immediately heard!
Soon, a Russian-made Mi-17 helicopter slowly landed on the tarmac of the resort estate.
After putting away the gun and bullets, Ding Chenggong came to the tarmac under the leadership of Shen Baixue, at this time, the door of the helicopter had been opened, and a middle-aged woman with outstanding appearance had already walked down with a Hermes handbag in one hand and a Louis Vuitton suitcase in the other.
"Mom, I just know that you will definitely come to my birthday!" As soon as she saw this middle-aged woman, Wang Baoling immediately ran over with joy and threw herself into her arms.
"This woman is Mrs. Wang Xinliang? It doesn't look like a Russian at all! The Chinese language is also authentic! Looking at this woman with a first-class temperament and appearance, Ding Chenggong couldn't help but sigh quietly.
"Her grandfather was originally a Chinese worker who participated in the October Revolution, and he is an authentic Chinese!" Liang Hongen explained in a whisper, seeing that Mrs. Wang Xinliang had already held her daughter's hand, walked lightly, and hurriedly pulled Liang Xiuxiu to meet her.
"Uncle En, you're finally willing to come and see me!" As soon as she saw Dao Liang Hongen, Mrs. Wang Xinliang stopped and greeted warmly in pure Mandarin: "I thought you had forgotten us a long time ago!" ”
"How is that possible! Lao Yu brought his granddaughter and several friends to the door to disturb him this time, Director Han, don't be annoyed! ”
"Uncle En's friend is my family's friend, and it's too late for us to welcome it!" Director Han smiled and chatted, and walked into the villa surrounded by guests.
Zhou Shuangxi, the housekeeper of the manor, immediately looked humble, thoughtfully and enthusiastically arranged Director Han's room and board, and watched Wang Xinliang's family of three walk into the VIP bedroom affectionately, a pair of weathered eyes, in a blink of an eye, they were full of bitter hatred!