So, Tao Dabao had made a deal with Zhao Jun: before October 1st, he would send word for Zhao Jun to bring a gun and visit his village for a few days. Then, after the equipment inspection, Zhao Jun could carry the gun back.
At this thought, Zhao Jun said to Zhou Jianjun, "Brother-in-law, is anyone coming to inspect the equipment at our Forest Farm before October 1st? If it's convenient, could you get me a semi-automatic rifle and plenty of bullets?"
"Whoa!" Zhou Jianjun was taken aback. He'd only been thinking about gifts for the Mid-Autumn Festival and had completely forgotten that National Day was also coming up.
"Xiaojun," Zhou Jianjun said at once. "Don't hang up. Hold on, let me go ask Zhou Chengguo."
"Alright, sure."
With Zhou Jianjun gone from the other end of the line, Zhao Jun held the receiver and turned to Zhao Guofeng, making small talk. "Uncle Zhao, have you eaten?"
