Although Li Zixuan didn't actually make any money from this business, he was still a little worried.
Considering the production cost of the Type 1882 rifle, with a price of 25 USD, 10,000 rifles could only earn 20,000 USD at most.
However, what Li Zixuan was interested in was not the immediate benefits, but the opening of the arms market in Europa.
He believed that with the advancement of the Type 1882 rifle and the living advertisement of the Hans Empire as a new capitalist,
Some countries that could not design firearms would definitely become its customers.
A few days later, the New York Times, the Washington Post, and other newspapers reported an advertisement on the cover.
"Do you want to become the number one sharpshooter in the entire Eagle Country? Do you want to get a huge bonus? Then come to the American Rifle Championship!”
" It's sponsored by the Lee Browning Weapons Company, founded by 'Miracle Boy' Bruce Lee. It's being hosted by the National Rifle Alliance ARA. The first National Rifle Competition will be held in January and a half, on June 1st, in Chicago. All citizens of the Eagle Country who think they have talent in shooting should come and participate!”
"The first place in the competition will receive the certificate of the best sharpshooter in the United States issued by the National Rifle Alliance ARA. You will also receive a reward of 50,000 US dollars from Lee Browning Weapons Company. Fame and money are here.？”
Then, the newspapers in the major cities marked the registration location and telephone number.
Aubrey was a white industrial worker in his forties. However, the economy of the Eagle Country was in a bad state this year, and his manager had already told him clearly.
He was laid off.
He was already in his forties and had worked in that factory for sixteen years. Now that he was suddenly laid off, he didn't know what to do.
As a housewife, she had to support her children who were still in school.
Therefore, he pretended to go to work in the morning, but in fact, he lingered at the newsstand to see if there were any job notices.
However, when he saw the New York Times, the Washington Post, and other newspapers reporting on the National Rifle Shooting Competition, he was shocked.
His heart immediately became lively.
Although he was just a worker now, he had experienced the Civil War. At that time, he relied on his superb marksmanship to mix in the army like a fish in water.
If he hadn't offended an officer because of his personality, he wouldn't have become a worker.
Although he had left the army for twenty years, he was extremely confident in his spear skills.
He believed that as long as he participated, he would definitely win.
"Is it Chicago? It's not far. It's June 1st. There's still a month and a half to go. I have to train more in the next month!”
Aubrey thought to himself.
Then, he glanced at the registration address in New York.
It was located in front of Shapiro's clothing store in Uptown.
So, for the 50,000 dollars, Aubrey went to Shapiro Clothing Uptown New York.
He didn't expect that the place was already packed with people the moment he arrived.
Perhaps it was because of the newspaper's publicity, or perhaps it was because of the Miracle Boy's name.
In short, many New Yorkers knew about the National Rifle Shooting Competition.
It was an activity that could gain fame and wealth.
Therefore, many people who thought they were good at shooting gathered here to register.
After queuing for an hour, Aubrey finally squeezed his way to the registration area.
"I want to sign up!"
"Write down your name, address, and occupation.”
A fat woman with curly hair handed him a document.
After filling it out, he handed the document to the fat woman.
"You are No. 1302. You must go to Chicago to confirm before June 1st. Otherwise, your registration will be invalid!”
the fat woman warned.
Aubrey nodded, indicating that he understood.
So Aubrey returned to his shabby home in Brooks and took out an old rifle from the Civil War.
He was going to confess to his wife tonight that he was unemployed and that he would be participating in the National Shooting Competition.
Within a month, he would train in order to get first place.
At this time, in New York, Washington, Boston, and other big cities, there were countless people who had the same idea as him and were eyeing the 50,000 USD bonus.
For a time, the consumption of bullets in various cities increased dramatically.
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