My Apocalypse System Arrives 10 Years Early

"President Li, if the price is acceptable, shall we sign the contract on the spot? The payment will be transferred to your account within seven days."

Previously, for a small piece, it was just 4 million, so Wang Rui Feng felt that signing a contract wasn’t necessary and he could just take it directly. But 32 million yuan was no small sum, and he couldn’t pull together that much cash on short notice, so it was best to follow procedure.

Li Xiang smiled. Naturally, it was no problem. To be honest, this had exceeded his expectations. He was lucky he’d sought out Xu Xuan this time. If he had tried to sell it himself, he probably wouldn’t have gotten this price.

Thus, the two parties had a friendly discussion, and Li Xiang provided his bank account details and other necessary information to be written into the contract.

The electronic draft of the contract was sent over, and everyone looked it over.

Although Li Xiang had had a little to drink, he wasn’t the least bit drunk. After the dinner party ended and everyone was enjoying tea and conversation, He Zhixiang’s driver and the staff from the jade company returned. They brought with them the certificate of authenticity, the appraisal report, and two copies of the drafted contract.

The relevant electronic files had already been sent to Li Xiang’s email.

A 32-million-yuan deal was settled so nonchalantly at the dinner table. Everything was incredibly efficient.

"Congratulations, Brother Li!" Xu Xuan said, extending his hand after the contract was signed.

Li Xiang shook it, a smile on his face. "I really have you to thank for this, Young Master Xu. To trouble you so much on our first meeting."

"This isn’t our first time meeting," Xu Xuan said with a laugh.

"Haha, my mistake." In fact, what Li Xiang meant was that this was the first time they had met offline as friends. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that, from this initial contact, Xu Xuan seemed like a pretty decent guy.

"Come on, let’s go! I’ll take you to my club to have some fun," Xu Xuan invited warmly.

So, everyone went, except for Wang Rui Feng. Boss Wang was a bit older, and besides, he had just acquired so many precious pieces of Chicken Blood Stone and needed to return to his company to handle related matters.

Poor He Zhixiang’s driver had barely eaten anything and now had to get behind the wheel again. This was because Xu Xuan’s club was located in a rather suburban area.

Knowing he hadn’t eaten, Xu Xuan specifically had the restaurant waiter add another dish and a basket of small pastries. He originally suggested the driver eat before leaving, but the driver said it was fine and packed it to eat on the road. So, they let him be.

This driver had that level of confidence. As an experienced driver, he could do at least two things at once while driving.

Having lived two lives, Li Xiang naturally knew how to drive as well. It was just that in this life, at this stage, he hadn’t yet obtained his license. He figured he would sign up for driving school after the new year. It was too busy before then; he probably wouldn’t have time.

Now that he was a multimillionaire, buying a car was a trivial matter. Of course, he wouldn’t tell anyone about this.

Even without the 32 million, buying a car for around 200,000 yuan would have been a piece of cake.

He thought about buying a pickup truck and an SUV later. The three-wheeler he had at home wasn’t bad, but sometimes it lacked power. When it was loaded with too much stuff, it would occasionally fail to make it up a slope.

Xu Xuan’s club turned out to be a sports club.

Inside, there was a dojo, a boxing gym, a basketball court, a badminton court, a tennis court, a golf course... and a firing range.

Not just for bows and crossbows, but also for outdoor live-fire shooting with firearms.

This was the main event.

Although there were live-fire shooting ranges in the country, many were indoors, and none had the variety of firearms that his place did.

They first went to the Traditional Martial Arts hall and the boxing gym, because Xu Xuan had said that many of his friends wanted to meet Li Xiang, and some wanted to spar with him.

Xu Xuan said, "If you don’t want to, you can refuse."

He knew how formidable Li Xiang was. His club did have quite a few experts. Some of the instructors had won various awards and had even fought in underground rings in Southeast Asia and North America. They were battle-hardened fighters. But Xu Xuan knew that the gap between them and Li Xiang was vast; they weren’t in the same league.

But there were always some who were unconvinced, thinking the videos might have been sped up or had special effects. Others wanted to improve their own skills through sparring.

Faced with everyone’s "challenges," Li Xiang just smiled and said, "Then bring it on."

And then, they started fighting.

Of course, he was just pulling his punches. Otherwise, Li Xiang could have killed them!

No matter how fierce their attacks were, Li Xiang could always easily "control the field." As for the more arrogant ones, Li Xiang didn’t coddle them, sending them flying with a single blow and defeating them in one move. These people had no choice but to admit defeat.

He Zhixiang and the driver watched from up close, and it was a real eye-opener for them.

They had always heard how incredible Li Xiang was, but that was just online. Watching it in a video and seeing it in person were two completely different experiences.

With post-production editing, fights in videos could be made to look even better. But here, it was raw and real, every punch connecting with true speed.

The live-fire shooting range had a separate entrance and required a series of security checks, ID registration and confirmation, and so on. But this was to be expected, given that this was in China.

Still, for someone to set up such a large outdoor shooting range, equipped with so many models of firearms, you couldn’t pull it off without some serious connections.

Xu Xuan thought, ’I have to admit Li Xiang’s fighting skills are impressive, but when it comes to just shooting, he can’t be better than me.’

Because great marksmen were forged by bullets. Given Li Xiang’s background, he had probably only ever touched a real gun during university military training and fired five shots at most. And with old firearms at that, like the Type 56 carbine or the Type 81 rifle.

His range, on the other hand, had a full array of famous Chinese and foreign guns, from bolt-action and semi-automatic to fully automatic, from pistols and rifles to sniper rifles.

He Zhixiang and the driver also had a go, but they were much weaker. They needed an instructor to guide them, their marksmanship was poor, and their shoulders started to ache after just a few shots. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

At the 100-meter bullseye target, He Zhixiang fired ten rounds. Seven of them missed the target completely. Of the remaining three that hit, two were in the 6-ring and one was in the 7-ring.

The driver, Qiangzi, was slightly better, managing to get six shots on target, but his best was only an 8-ring.

But Li Xiang was on another level. He needed no professional coaching whatsoever. He just picked up the gun and started shooting. He didn’t even seem to be aiming deliberately, yet every single shot hit the bullseye!

Holy crap. Everyone present was stunned.

After he had fired fifty or sixty rounds in quick succession, the staff member started getting anxious, afraid that the gun would be damaged, and hurriedly swapped it for another.

That staff member was being a bit petty and unperceptive, or perhaps a little malicious. He didn’t swap it for the same type of rifle. Li Xiang had just been using a QBZ-191, and now the guy had handed him an AK47.

It’s important to note that these were not products of the same era. The QBZ-191 was a new-generation domestic rifle unveiled at the 2019 military parade. Its handling and accuracy were naturally far superior to the AK47, which first entered service in 1947 in the last century.

Moreover, Russian-made stuff was always a bit rough, with heavy recoil and poor accuracy.

The staff member was probably thinking, ’With an AK47, the muzzle will jump during rapid fire. Can you still hit the bullseye with every shot?’

After all, every model of gun has different ballistics.

However, Li Xiang didn’t even look. He just took it and fired. Again, every single shot hit the bullseye!

The staff member froze on the spot, utterly dumbfounded. ’Is that even possible?’ he thought.

Xu Xuan was completely and utterly convinced. He couldn’t help but yell, "I’m telling you, buddy, are you sure this is your first time doing this?"

Even the sharpshooters from his grandfather’s time in the army might not be as good as Li Xiang.

’What kind of pastoral blogger is this? He’s clearly a special forces operator among special forces operators, the king of kings!’ he thought. ’I have to find a chance to introduce him to my grandfather.’