Alright then! It was another strange nine-year-old girl.
Li Zixuan thought.
Of course, when considering Marion's father, Thomas Eden, all of this seemed to make sense.
Soon, the waiter started serving the dishes.
The two little girls, who were already hungry, immediately had a great appetite and began to eat heartily.
However, even so, perhaps due to their good manners,
they ate very elegantly and did not make anyone feel rude.
After the meal, Li Zixuan brought the two of them to the Kona Hotel where he was staying and booked another luxurious room.
The night was silent.
By the next day, the two little lolis had completely recovered their liveliness after a night of rest.
At this time, there was still one day before the National Rifle Shooting Competition.
However, Li Zixuan didn't need to pay attention to it anymore. The National Rifle Association, as the organizer, had already prepared everything.
Therefore, Li Zixuan brought the young ladies who came to Chicago for the first time to tour Boston.
"This is the Chicago Water Tower!”
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It's a symbol of rebirth after the great fire in Chicago. It's one of the buildings that survived the fire!" Li Zixuan introduced the building to a limestone structure on Michelle Avenue.”
Speaking of which, in 1871, a fire broke out in the city of Philadelphia due to a cow stepping on a lantern lantern.
In that fire, one-third of the city of Philadelphia was burned down, and nearly half of the people were homeless.
In the fire zone, only one house and five public buildings remained, and the Chicago Water Tower was one of them.
It represented Chicago, the present, and the future.
Then, Li Zixuan brought the two of them to St. Michael's Church, which was also a building that rarely survived the fire.
In the end, the three of them went to the old opera house in Chicago.
The English version of Donizetti's famous Italian opera "Sweet Love" was being performed here.
This was a very old-fashioned story in Li Zixuan's opinion. It was similar to "Wuthering Heights", where
a poor boy from the countryside fell in love with a rich girl. However, unlike "Wuthering Heights", Sweet Love finally left the army commander helplessly, and the
poor boy and the rich girl lived a happy life.
Li Zixuan sat below and looked at the two lolis beside him.
They were wiping away their tears with a handkerchief while looking at the male lead's weak and puffed up cheeks.
He could only shake his head helplessly.
Just like that, a day passed.
The next day, the entire Chicago was in an uproar. Banners were hung everywhere.
"Let's celebrate the opening of the first National Rifle Shooting Competition!”
Many people had been waiting for this day for a long time. Before dawn, they headed to a ranch called Delano on the east side of Chicago.
The ranch was now very much the same as before. It was surrounded by wooden fences.
Two staff members in black tuxedos stood in front of the wooden door. Unless they had an invitation or were participants,
they had to pay 50 cents to enter the arena.
However, even so, it still couldn't suppress the enthusiasm of the audience.
From the opening of the farm in the morning until now, an hour had passed, and nearly 30,000 people had already poured into the farm.
These people came from all over the country, including New York, Philadelphia, Boston, and so on.
They weren't participants, but their passion for the shooting competition.
They really wanted to see who would win the title of America's number one sharpshooter.
He wanted to experience the glory of the number one sharpshooter.
At this moment, Marion and Elizabeth, who were accompanying Li Zixuan to attend the banquet, widened their eyes when they saw the huge crowd.
They had never seen such a huge event with tens of thousands of people.
In their eyes, there were only human heads as far as the eye could see.
At this time, the staff of the Association was maintaining order.
On a large piece of grass that had been trimmed, there were fifty rows of tables neatly arranged.
On three sides of these empty tables were steel viewing platforms, and in front of the tables was a temporary podium.
When the competition was about to begin, the staff would immediately remove the podium.
According to the rules set by the association, the competition would be divided into three rounds.
The first round was a fixed target. The participants had to stand in front of the table and shoot a target 300 meters away with their rifles.
Within a minute and a half, they had to fire ten shots.
After shooting, those with less than seventy points would be eliminated. Just this alone was enough to eliminate two-thirds of the participants.
The second round was a 100-meter sprint.
The target would move forward 100 meters and within 40 seconds, 30 moving targets would jump out of the arena.
The third round was the UFO target.
The staff would throw 30 flying saucers into the sky, and the winner would be the one who hit the most.
The rules were very simple, but it was definitely not easy to get first place in the Eaglejam Nation.
When it was 8:30 pm, the sound of a cannon salute could be heard.
The first National Rifle Shooting Competition began.
At this moment, as the Chief of the City of Chicago, the Chairman of the Rifle Association, Li Zixuan, and the others came on stage, the
gentlemen and ladies on the viewing platform applauded one by one.
Amid the applause, the mayor of the City of Chicago was the first to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Philadelphia and participate in the National Rifle Shooting Competition. As the host of this city,
I and the staff of Philadelphia are very honored that Mr. Bruce Lee, the owner of the Browning Company, and the National Rifle Association have chosen the beautiful City of Philadelphia!”
Immediately, Li Zixuan and Chairman Elton Burnside, who were standing behind the speaker, applauded.
Immediately, the crowd erupted into applause. Chicago mayor paused for a moment before continuing,
"Rifle shooting has always been a glorious tradition of our Eagle Country. From the colonial era to the war of independence, the westward movement, the Civil War, and so on, rifles have been our most loyal partners.
We used them to hunt, drive away the Native Americans, and end the division between the North and the South. It can be said that rifle shooting is not just a sport, but the honor and confidence of the Eagle Country…Blablabla
…Finally, we would like to thank Mr. Bruce Lee for bringing us the 1882 Lee rifle. Hehe, for every citizen of the country, you will not regret owning this gun. This is not an advertisement. In fact, I have one in my collection. Believe me, you will like it.”
Hearing the chief's humorous words, everyone present laughed.
Even though some of them did not own the 1882 Lee Rifle, they decided to buy one for their collection.
Although the chief said that it was not an advertisement, it was the best endorsement for the 1882 Lee rifle.
Then, after the chief executive finished his speech, it was Li Zixuan, the sponsor, who spoke.
In the VIP stands not far away, Marion and Elizabeth were holding binococulars and watching excitedly.
"First of all, I'm very grateful to Mr. Chief Shi for his love for our company's products. Our Lee Browning Weapons Company will provide the most advanced weapons and services to everyone in the Eagle Jam Country.
In this regard, even those European gentlemen who claim to be civilized people can't compare to us. Think about the weapons used by those arrogant John Bulls. They can't compare to us at all…Ladies and gentlemen, isn't this something that all the people of Eagle Country should be proud of?”
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