I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

"Then guest, I also have this new full set of armor here, but the price...it may be a little expensive, after all, we are doing business..."

"no problem."

Yang Nai waved his hand indifferently, how much would such a suit of armor cost? Maybe it would be a lot in the eyes of others, but among the few people present, how high would this price be?

The boss called an acquaintance and asked the other person to help him look at the store, while he took everyone to a nearby warehouse that was rented and temporarily used to store armor.

It is said to be a warehouse, but in fact it is a small underground room of about 30 square meters.

There are not many brand-new armors at his place, only about a dozen sets.

Referring to Chen Feng's figure, the three began to choose suitable armor for him.

Chen Feng's aesthetic level, Yang Nai is really not flattering. Sayuri may not be aware of this, but Yang Nai and Ruijier are very clear. In order to avoid some strange scenes, the two of them directly stopped and wanted to call Chen Feng over. Sayuri, began to screen.

Probably women are so slow in picking things up. After half an hour, the three of them finally stopped in front of a suit of armor, and they looked at each other.

"That's it!"

Chapter Eighteen The Last Samurai

It was a set of red armor, and it should be called 'Douwan' if the professional name was used. It was a type of light armed that appeared in the late Muromachi Shogunate. In the beginning, Domaru could not even be used by high-ranking samurai with high status, and could only be equipped by some low-level samurai with insufficient funds. However, in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Domaru underwent a lot of improvements and directly became a heavy weapon.

Of course, there were also some factors in the large-scale development of firearms in the Chinese dynasty, which pushed the warriors to upgrade their personal armaments, but no matter what, Domaru had already become a heavy weapon at that time, and was equipped in large quantities in the warrior class.

However, due to the development of modern industry, this set of modern imitation pills has been upgraded to metal in various places such as sleeve armor and shoulder guards. Correspondingly, the weight of the entire set of armor has also directly doubled several times, but the weight is still higher than that of the armor. It's not like the heavy armor of knights in the Middle Ages in Western Europe. That kind of thing can be worn to fight, and it really benefits from the strong body of Western Europeans.

Mentioning this set of body pills, Chen Feng felt that it was not particularly heavy, and it was within the range he could accept. After all, he didn't really want him to wear this thing to fight with others. Isn't it just that modern thermal weapons don't wear such thin-skinned protective armor casually?

Not as useful as a bulletproof vest.

Without further ado, Chen Feng bought the only metal armor with his own money, without giving Yang Nao and Sayuri any time to react.

She was already terrified. Originally, according to his own personality, he would not care about the eyes around him, but the feeling of being mistaken for a little boy was really uncomfortable, the uncomfortable feeling of being covered in ants!

Yang Nai and Sayuri had inexplicable regrets on their faces, who knew what they were regretting...

Sayuri originally wanted to buy some armor to go back as souvenirs, but except for Chen Feng's set, the rest of the meatballs here are made of traditional leather and bamboo wood, but they are all purely handmade by some craftsmen, and they are used as souvenirs for a while. Souvenir Sayuri is still acceptable.

Apart from anything else, Xiao Baihe even paid for the shipping fee, and asked the boss to hire someone to deliver it to her home in Chiba. The sudden huge sum of money made the lucky boss dumbfounded.

He has been in this business for at least ten years, and this is the first time he has met such a generous customer, and his face is full of smiles.

Without further ado, the boss directly called a driver, gave him a sum of money, and asked him to deliver the goods on the spot.

No contract was signed during the whole process. Everyone was not a fool, and the boss could still see that the identities of the people in front of him were not simple, so naturally he would not do something that would ruin his future.

As for Sayuri? She was naturally more relieved, not to mention that she knew the organizer here, she could easily obtain the real identity of the boss, and besides, she was short of money.

He took the initiative to bend down to send Chen Feng and others away. The boss looked at the money on his mobile phone, and his whole body became light, humming a little song, and he returned to the main shop.

Yang Nai is not as interested in these things as she imagined. Even the history of the Warring States period is only in the textbooks of her middle school and high school, and she has forgotten most of it.

Whether it's coming here to watch the exhibition or buy a set of meatballs, these are just an excuse, an excuse to ask Chen Feng out to play. After learning about Chen Feng's college goals, Yang Nai vaguely felt that Chen Feng's senior year in high school might not have as much time as last year.

Where is Dongda Medical College? The entire neon super top talent can only enter the place!

In comparison, she suddenly felt like a scumbag...

After understanding all this, Yang Nai also seized the time to find Chen Feng to come out to play with. She is not an ignorant little girl. When Chen Feng is really busy, she will never disturb Chen Feng because of her own selfish desires. Wind work progress.

She is not a greedy person, but she is a sensible person, or because she has experienced too much and met too many people, her mind is different from that of normal peers.

Yang Nai understands how annoying it is to be harassed when she is very busy, and it is for this reason that she made today's itinerary decision.

"Mr. Feng, have you never been to Tokyo before?"

Sayuri asked in surprise.

"No, I only stayed in Chiba."

Obviously, the two cities are less than 50 kilometers away, and it is hard for Sayuri to imagine why a person from Chiba has never been to Tokyo.

But it's also good.

She laughed.

"Then let's take advantage of this time to walk around Tokyo. I don't know what kind of university Feng Jun plans to go to? Are you going to be in Chiba or...?"

"Dongda."

"Wow, it would be great if you pass the exam!" Sayuri blinked mysteriously, "In that case, Mr. Feng will become my apprentice."

"Miss Sayuri, are you a student who graduated from Tokyo University?"

"That's right, I was specially recruited to study in the Faculty of Law. In the end, I went to graduate school intermittently, but because of some family reasons, I didn't continue my further studies."

When saying this, a ray of disappointment flashed deep in Sayuri's eyes, and this ray of disappointment was clearly seen in Chen Feng's eyes.

"I want to be like Afeng." Rachel clenched her fists and said very firmly.

Sayuri touched Rachel's head, smiled and encouraged:

"Tokyo University is not easy to take the exam, you have to work harder."

"Um!"

Rachel nodded vigorously.

She doesn't care whether the test is difficult or not, as long as Chen Feng goes, she will go there, and she will never lag behind!

...

The recent Komachi is a bit strange, not only the classmates and teachers around her noticed it, but even she herself felt that something was wrong.

I am in a state of not being able to get enough sleep every day, and every time I fall asleep, I will have some strange dreams, and it feels very real, as if everything has happened

Almost every dream can be continuous, and it will not be because one dream today will have another dream tomorrow. These dreams are connected as tightly as scenes in a story.

In her dream, she is a warrior who eradicates evil and promotes good. People around her respect her very much, and what she needs to do is to kill those demons who have been identified as 'sinners'.

When she had this dream for the first time, she still felt scared, because the blood would splash out after the person in the dream died, and sometimes it would even splash on her body. The strong stench made her have thoughts more than once. Feeling like throwing up.

But with more and more dreams like this, Komachi didn't feel anything unusual about the scene in the dream. Every time, she would kill those street hooligans with a sense of justice under the cheers of the crowd around her.

Sometimes she would soften her heart because of the pleading of the other party, but in the end the knife in her hand still uncontrollably slashed at the prisoner who should be executed.

'Their existence will cause more innocent people to be killed, and only death is their real destination. '