Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1101 - 1101 One Thousand and Eighty-Four Misunderstanding

1101: Chapter One Thousand and Eighty-Four: Misunderstanding 1101: Chapter One Thousand and Eighty-Four: Misunderstanding Leaving the Presidential Palace, Gao Yang sat in the about-to-be-vacated office, looking at a saber and a hunting rifle laid out on the table in front of him, still feeling somewhat troubled.

Bashar’s gifts, Gao Yang liked them all, the saber was definitely something he wanted to keep, but how to deal with that rifle was causing him some headaches.

Gao Yang had always been fond of hunting rifles, but when it came to antique guns, he was actually not particularly interested.

Gao Yang would rather have a collection of firearms currently used by various countries around the world in his home—Huaxia’s, America’s, Russia’s, from the UK, France—all displayed in his farm, where he could just grab any of them and head to his ranch for a satisfying shoot.

If he were to collect, Gao Yang’s goal was to collect World War II-era guns, which weren’t quite antique level yet, but he liked them more.

And as for hunting rifles, he would collect some sport hunting rifles, as well as new guns with good craftsmanship.

In the end, Gao Yang preferred guns that were good and usable, not those that just hang on the wall or are locked in a cabinet and only for admiration.

Therefore, Gao Yang was thinking of passing Bashar’s gift rifle on to Morgan.

But considering that the rifle was a gift from Bashar and had some commemorative significance, Gao Yang was somewhat reluctant to part with it.

His hesitation didn’t last very long before Gao Yang finally made a decision; it was better for the rifle to be in the hands of someone who truly appreciated it.

An excellent antique gun was just collecting dust in his hands, better to give it to Morgan, who was obsessed with these things.

Gao Yang decided to ask Morgan, if Bashar’s gifted hunting rifle was expensive, meaningful, and of great value, then he would give it to Morgan.

But if this rifle was not some master’s work and belonged to the more common type of antique guns, then he would keep it for himself.

Finally, Gao Yang picked up the phone and dialed Morgan’s number.

Morgan answered the call and laughed, “Gao, you haven’t called me in a while, and here you are, disturbing my sleep again.”

Gao Yang smiled and said, “I’ve found a hunting rifle!”

Morgan’s breathing stopped for a moment, but then he shouted excitedly, trembling, “God!

You found it!”

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment and asked, “Found what?”

Gao Yang soon realized, Morgan misunderstood, thinking he had found Princess Sissi’s gun.

After thinking it through, Gao Yang quickly said, “Oh, don’t get too excited.

I just got my hands on an antique gun, but it’s not the one you’ve been longing for.

Hey, buddy, I seem to have already given you three rifles before.

Listen, it’s just the same as the previous times, sadly, it’s not the one you want.”

Morgan let out a relieved sigh and said, “Oh, when you mentioned a rifle, I thought you had found it.

I’ve always thought that perhaps only you could find it for me, and I’ve been so fixated on that gun, so when you said you found a gun, I instinctively thought it was that one.”

After a regretful sigh, Morgan laughed, “Where did you get your hands on this gun this time?

Did you steal it like the last two times?”

Gao Yang chuckled, “Don’t talk nonsense.

This time it wasn’t stolen.

It was a personal gift from the Syrian president to me.”

“Bashar’s gift to you?

Huh, you didn’t steal it from Bashar’s Presidential Palace?

Haha, just kidding.

If it’s a gift from Bashar, then it’s definitely a fine gun.

After those wealthy guys from the Middle East joined the antique gun collecting field, they not only drove up the prices, those rich bastards also bought up a lot of good guns.

Damn it, what do those guys know about collecting!”

Once they started on the topic of rifles, Morgan was full of complaints.

If it was an antique, it was bound to have the characteristics of scarcity and irreplaceability.

Morgan wasn’t late to the antique gun collecting scene, but sadly, the oil tycoons from the Middle East got rich even earlier.

When Morgan tried to acquire his favorite antique guns in Europe, he tragically found out that most of the good items that entered the market had already been collected by buyers from the Middle East.

Auctions were common, but exceptionally good items weren’t always available.

The worst part was, antique gun collectors were often either rich or noble.

After World War II, there was a peak period in Europe when people affected by the war were forced to sell family heirlooms or other collections, and the majority of those guns were bought by people from the Middle East.

With Morgan’s age, he certainly missed that period.

Now, antique gun collecting isn’t a popular category.

Antique guns are often sold at auctions, and there are occasional special auctions, but since antique guns have not been hyped to very high prices, naturally they don’t appear on the market in large quantities.

In general, what’s available for purchase is not particularly good.

As for those nouveau riche from the Middle East, they could care less about market trends; once in their possession, forget about seeing them again, unless one day Middle Eastern oil is depleted, and those tycoons go bankrupt.

Perhaps then, a batch of antique guns might return to the collectors’ market.

Thinking about it, Gao Yang realized that indeed, the rifles he gave to Morgan included one stolen from Gaddafi’s palace and two seized from oil-rich tycoons on a hunting trip in South Sudan, and this time, from Bashar.

Although they were not all obtained in the Middle East, each came from the same cultural sphere’s individuals.

Guns that the oil-rich, who throw money around without care and always seek the priciest rather than the cheapest, set their sights on—could they be anything but extraordinary?

They would never look twice at mass-produced goods from gun factories; it has to be handcrafted by top gunsmiths, in perfect condition and usable, to even catch their eye.

Therefore, the three antique rifles Gao Yang looted were all top-tier items.

Considering this, Gao Yang felt that he was probably not going to be able to keep Bashar’s hunting rifle—it was definitely going to end up with Morgan.

With a sigh, Gao Yang chuckled and said, “Morgan, you’ve told me the names of some of the most famous gunsmiths in Europe.

Hm, the gun Bashar gave me indeed has the gunsmith’s name inscribed, but I haven’t heard you mention it.

I don’t know the value of this gun.”

“Say the name.”

“Denechal R.Deller.”

“F**k!

F**k!

F**k!”

The always refined Morgan cursed repeatedly, confirming to Gao Yang that he wouldn’t be able to keep this gun.

“What’s wrong?”

“Denechal R.Deller, the most famous gunsmith in early 19th Century France.

He didn’t specialize in making shotguns, but mainly smoothbore muskets.

Yet, the shotguns he made were equally renowned, just extremely rare.

Okay, that’s not the important part.

The important thing is, Denechal was the Imperial gunsmith for Emperor Napoleon!”

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment and said, “Emperor Napoleon?”

“Yes, Napoleon I!

Do you know why I never mentioned Denechal to you before?

Because it was commonly believed in the collecting world that none of his works survived.

That’s it!

Buddy, you’ve hit the jackpot!

You really have hit the jackpot.

In terms of rarity, no gun can compare to the one you have in your hands.

Gao, tell me, what’s the condition of your gun?”

Gao Yang looked at it and replied with a bitter smile, “Perfect!

Aside from the marks of time, there’s no damage or stains.”

Morgan muttered to himself, “Oh my God, Gao, you’re such an enviable guy!”

Gao Yang sighed and said, “Oh my God, Morgan, you’re really the enviable one here!”

“Why do you say that?”

“Buddy, no matter how good this gun is, it’s ultimately going to end up with you, isn’t it?

It’s not the first time, right?”

“Oh God, you’re giving it to me?”

“Surprised?

It’s not the first time.”

“I!

I!

Just wait a moment, happiness has come too suddenly, I need to calm down!”

Gao Yang could hear Morgan’s shouting.

Morgan, yelling at the top of his lungs, covered the mouthpiece, but Gao still heard him clearly.

After several loud shouts, Morgan finally brought the phone back to his mouth, panting, “Gao!

I knew you were a good person, you’re a really good person, I love you to death, honestly.

If Bob was a girl, if I had a daughter, I’d definitely marry her off to you.”

Gao Yang thought about Bob as a woman and shivered with disgust, then after a shudder and a bitter smile, he said, “You should be thankful that Yelena didn’t hear you say that.

Alright buddy, just wait.

I’m about to return to the country and then you’ll see your new gun.”

“Where are you?

I’ll send a plane to pick you guys up right away.

Buddy, take good care of my treasure, don’t let it get bumped or scratched, be very careful.”

Gao Yang laughed and replied, “It’s not your treasure yet.

Mind if I change my mind?

As for picking us up, forget it, I’m still in Syria.

Your private jet can’t come here.”

“Oh, Syria, yeah, that won’t work.

Anyway, just call me.

Let me know when you leave Syria, and which airport you’ll be at.

I’ll come to pick you up myself.

When will you be back, tomorrow?”

Gao Yang thought for a moment and said, “Not necessarily, probably not tomorrow.

I think it’ll be the day after tomorrow or the day after that.

I’ll call you in advance to let you know.

This time I want to rest well and have a few good days out with Yelena.”

“Okay, no problem.

Where do you want to go?

A global trip?

My plane is at your disposal.

For this period, you can go anywhere you want; the plane will follow you throughout!”

Gao Yang burst into laughter and said, “I thought you were going to give me the plane.”

Morgan immediately replied, “Sure, no problem.

If you want it, I’ll give it to you.

But are you sure you want to maintain a couple of pilots, have dedicated maintenance staff, and take care of the aircraft maintenance and all that?

If you want it, take it.

I’m serious, no joke.

In fact, I’m thinking about getting a bigger new plane.

Moreover, with our diamond mine as backup, if you don’t want an old plane and prefer a new one, then I’ll gift you a new plane.”

Gao Yang replied with a wry smile, “Forget it, just save it.

You know I was joking.

What do I need an intercontinental private jet for?

I’m not like you rich, with more money than I know how to spend, nor do I need to be a globetrotter flying all over the place like you.

The kind of plane I need is a two-seater light aircraft.”

Morgan laughed and said, “Since we’re on the subject, I think it’s better to ask in advance.

What do you think I should use as a token of my appreciation?”

Gao Yang thought about it and said, “A gun as well, but I haven’t decided which one.

Hmm, I need to seriously consider it.

I’ll tell you when we meet.” (To be continued.

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