"Mr. Ye, is this really your first time here?"
Lance was stunned by Ye Yun's smooth handling of the pistol. The way he disassembled and reassembled it clearly showed he wasn't a novice.
Ye Yun smiled and said, "It is my first time. But I've always liked researching firearms. I've studied them privately for a long time. This model is actually my favorite. It's probably hard to find on the market these days. I didn't expect you to have one here, Mr. Lance. You've got great taste."
Hearing this compliment, Lance's impression of Ye Yun instantly improved. He said excitedly, "Exactly! I searched for a long time to find this one! Pistols are a man's romance. Mr. Ye, you really get it!"
"Let me give it a try."
As Ye Yun loaded the pistol, he walked over to the shooting lane. He put on his ear protection and ballistic glasses, then raised the gun.
Lance didn't offer any guidance. Since Ye Yun was clearly familiar with firearms, he definitely wasn't a beginner.
Ye Yun took a proper shooting stance, flipped off the safety, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The shot fired, and a jolt of recoil surged through Ye Yun's hands. If someone weren't ready, it could easily knock them off balance.
Even though the Browning M1911 was known for its mild recoil, it was still a real weapon—not something just anyone could handle.
After steadying himself, Ye Yun looked at the target in the distance. Unfortunately, his first shot missed completely.
Still, he wasn't discouraged and continued firing.
Bang—bang—bang!
Three more shots rang out. Ye Yun stood firm this time, only slightly raising his hands from the recoil.
The target now had three bullet holes.
Clap clap clap—
Lance clapped sincerely and praised, "One miss, but two in the 7-ring and one in the 9-ring. Mr. Ye, that's an incredible performance for your first time shooting."
His words were genuine. For a beginner to hit the target at all was impressive.
"Not bad. Let me try a rifle."
Ye Yun returned the pistol to Lance and walked over to pick up a lightweight M4A1.
This was a classic firearm used by the U.S. military. It was high quality, powerful, and accurate—Ye Yun liked it a lot.
After loading the magazine and doing a quick check, Ye Yun fired a few rounds.
But this time, the results weren't as good. The M4A1 had significantly more recoil than a pistol. Especially when firing in burst mode, Ye Yun could barely maintain stability, and his accuracy suffered.
Even so, the thrill of shooting was still fresh and exciting. This was something he could never do back in his home country.
"That was great. Can I buy a few of these?"
Ye Yun handed the rifle back to Lance reluctantly and asked. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how naive they sounded. He didn't have a gun license, a hunting permit, or any of the required paperwork. How could he buy guns?
In reality, foreigners without green cards could still legally buy rifles and pistols in the U.S. As long as they held a non-immigrant visa for more than three months, had a local driver's license, a valid visa, and proof of residency, they could apply to purchase firearms. For pistols, they'd also need to provide utility bills as proof of local residence. After submitting the proper documents and passing an FBI background check, they could legally own guns.
So yes, it was possible—but it was a hassle.
Sure enough, Lance shook his head and said, "Mr. Ye, if you don't have a firearm license and a hunting permit, I can't sell you any guns."
"I figured."
Ye Yun felt a little disappointed, but it was within expectations.
Then an idea suddenly popped into his mind. What if the system one day rewarded him with a military factory?
Just thinking about it made him excited. If he really had one, that would be insane. After all, arms were the most profitable business in the world.
Of course, it was just a thought. With his current level, even if the system gave him a military factory, he wouldn't know how to sell the products or find distribution channels.
That's why connections were so important.
"Mr. Ye, you're always welcome here. Come by anytime to shoot," Lance said warmly, seeing Ye Yun's disappointment and trying to comfort him.
Ye Yun responded with a faint smile and continued practicing.
For now, he'd enjoy the shooting range. Later, he'd have someone take care of the paperwork and set up a personal shooting range at his estate. Pistols, full-auto rifles, sniper rifles—he'd buy them all and enjoy himself to the fullest.
…
The gun club on Oahu Island felt like a newly discovered paradise to Ye Yun. It became a favorite place to pass the time.
He visited regularly, and even Lance was amazed by his talent and persistence.
In just one month, Ye Yun was able to consistently hit the bullseye with a pistol and keep his rifle shots within the 8-ring. His performance even surpassed that of Lance, who had once served in an elite military unit.
While Ye Yun was immersed in firearms training, the red wine produced by Rose Estate was also making waves.
In just a month, the winery had completed about half of its initial orders. All the clients who received their wine were full of praise, and the market feedback was exceptional.
The names Rose Lover and Rose Estate quickly spread among high society.
Someone even auctioned off a bottle of Rose Lover for $50,000.
Due to Ye Yun's strategy, the winery had only expanded slightly. Production remained relatively low, and the wine's reputation skyrocketed, creating a supply shortage.
The estate now had over 5,000 bottles in backorder, and at the current rate, orders wouldn't be fulfilled until sometime next year.
Even so, orders continued to flood in. Rose Lover's reputation was fully established.
When Sebas delivered the latest update, Ye Yun was stunned.
"Young Master, this is the payment from the first batch of orders," Sebas said respectfully in the study, handing over the ledger.
"After deducting costs of ingredients, taxes, and labor, the net profit is approximately $3.88 million."
Ye Yun glanced over the numbers and felt a wave of excitement.
At this pace, reaching $10 million in annual revenue would be effortless.
And this was only half of the first batch of orders. Once all were completed, he'd be nearly there.
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