Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

Li Qinwu was taken away and Chen Hao was sent to the hospital. He was beaten so badly by Li Qinwu that his eyes were black and blue with bloodshot, his nose collapsed into a lump of flesh, and half of his teeth fell out. From now on, he can only eat liquid food.

At this moment he was lying on a hospital bed, his face wrapped in gauze like a dumpling, crying in pain, like Amumu.

Sitting opposite Chen Hao's bed was a man with a gloomy face. This man was Director Guo.

Director Guo was annoyed by Chen Hao's crying and shouted, "You useless thing! Stop crying! If you can't even do such a small thing, you are useless!"

Chen Hao's crying stopped abruptly, and Director Guo looked at him coldly.

"I gave you 10 dollars to buy the gun, and you ended up in this state. How much did you fucking offer him? Tell me the truth!"

Chen Hao shrank his neck and instinctively wanted to lie, but looking at Director Guo's scrutinizing eyes, he didn't dare to do so. All of them officials were the same, and everyone knew who was who. He could only tell the truth.

"Pig, becoming Saint One takes time. I bargained with him and got him down to 5 silver dollars!"

This guy had lost several teeth and could not speak clearly. Director Guo only listened to the general idea of ​​what he said, but this was enough to make him furious.

He punched the bed hard and cursed, "You f*cking bastard! I gave you 10 dollars to buy a gun, and you only asked for 5! You want to embezzle 5, right? Aren't you afraid of starving yourself to death?"

Director Guo was extremely angry. The gun design department had not produced anything in these years. Some bad voices came from the upper echelons of the factory. If no more results were produced, the gun design department would probably be laid off, and he would have no chance of keeping his position as director, and would be thrown into a sinecure in the logistics department.

So when Chen Hao said that someone in the factory had independently developed and designed a submachine gun, he took out all the 10 yuan in the account without thinking and asked this guy to buy the thing as soon as possible.

He was desperate and tried every possible means. He didn't even confirm whether the gun designed by the other party was effective. He just wanted to quickly produce a product to prolong the life of the gun design department.

As a result, Chen Hao turned things into such a mess and made enemies with the other party. Will the other party still sell guns to them?

Seeing that Director Guo's eyes were becoming increasingly gloomy, Chen Hao became very anxious and quickly came up with an idea to make amends.

"Director, I have found out the details about the man who designed the gun. His name is Li Qinwu. His father was an engineer who studied in Germany. He died of a work-related injury a few months after returning to work in the factory. Not long after, his mother also died of excessive grief. He was just an insignificant little character.

This man has a master, usually called Lao Huotou, who is a senior technician. Didn’t our factory make a part to increase the output of the bullet production line? That thing was made by him.

Li Qinwu, that beast, hit me. He must have been caught by the guards and locked up in the dark room. The gun is in the hands of his master. Director, do you think we can ask the brothers in the dark room to do something to Li Qinwu and force his master to hand over the gun? Otherwise..."

There was no need to say what was going to happen next, Director Guo knew what it meant. They were quite skilled in this small business, but doing this would be equivalent to offending the old man to death.

He knew the senior technician named Lao Huotou, an old man who had existed before he joined the factory. This guy was very strange. No one knew his real name. People usually just called him by his nickname Lao Huotou, which was very mysterious. The only thing that could be confirmed was that Lao Huotou used to drive a train, but later for some reason he changed his career and came to the factory to work as a senior technician.

This man was a bit mysterious, and Director Guo didn't want to provoke him. But when he thought about the upcoming dissolution of the gun design department, he could only harden his heart and think: Damn! He's just a small technician, I'll just do it! I hope you old man will know what's good for you and hand over the gun for both of us, otherwise I'll send your little apprentice back piece by piece!

Having made up his mind, he called one of his men and said, "Go to the small dark room and tell them to take care of that kid named Li Qinwu."

The conspiracy against Li Qinwu had just begun to be implemented, but Li Qinwu had already come out of the small dark room.

After he was taken away by the guards, no one made things difficult for him. They just locked him up in a small dark room. It wasn't because the guards had good discipline and didn't want to mess with him, but according to the procedure, people who entered the small dark room had to be left alone for a few days.

In this era, if you enter a small dark room, no matter if you are right or wrong, you cannot leave without being fined. But these guards are just the bottom level, and if you offend the big guys, there is a risk of being re-opened.

So they learned their lesson. When someone comes in, they throw him into a small dark room for two days. If no one comes to rescue him after two days, it proves that he is a layman, and they can use some tricks to squeeze out money from him.

During the time when Li Qinwu was thrown into the small dark room, Lao Huotou had already received the news that he had beaten Chen Hao up. No one knew what this old man did in the past, but he was very cunning.

He didn't go to the small dark room to ask for people, because they wouldn't be able to get them out anyway. If you gave them 10 dollars, they would ask for 20. If you gave them 20, they would ask for 30. And so on and so forth. So he didn't think about paying money to get people out, but went straight to find Deputy Director Zhang, the third-in-command of the arsenal.

Deputy Factory Director Zhang is in charge of logistics. Although logistics is the standard place of exile for losers in political struggles and it seems to be an insignificant and idle job, the value of Deputy Factory Director Zhang is different. Look at his last name and then think about where this place is.

The old man went straight to Deputy Director Zhang's office and slapped the PPSh submachine gun in front of him. Deputy Director Zhang was reviewing documents at the time, and he was startled when he suddenly smashed the gun on the desk.

"Old Firehead, what are you doing..."

The old fireman looked straight into the eyes of Deputy Director Zhang.

"Director Zhang, this is a gun made by my apprentice. From my perspective, this gun is world-leading. If the factory can mass-produce it, the combat effectiveness of the Northeast Army's infantry squads will be raised to a higher level!"

Deputy Director Zhang looked puzzled. He put down his pen and picked up the PPSh submachine gun.

I weighed it and it's not heavy, just over three kilograms. The appearance of the gun is very smooth. There is a saying that appearance equals combat effectiveness. The quality of a gun and its failure can actually be determined half by its appearance. This submachine gun looks like a qualified weapon.

However, Deputy Director Zhang disagreed. When he heard that this was a gun designed by one of their own, he was not very interested. The national conditions at that time were like that of foreigners, and people were crazy about their own things. Moreover, the factory's gun design department had not produced anything, and the things made by their own people were really not good.

Seeing Director Zhang's indifferent expression, the old man became anxious and asked to go to the shooting range to show him the gun.

Director Zhang originally wanted to refuse on the grounds that he was busy with official duties, but the old fireman was eager to save people and spoke sternly to them.

"Director Zhang, I have been driving the train for your Zhang family for 10 years and never asked you for anything. Now I, an old man, beg you to come with me to the shooting range to try out the gun, can't I?"

These words moved Director Zhang a little. He looked at the wrinkled face of Lao Huotou and thought that this man also gave his youth to the Zhang family. So Director Zhang gave him face and followed Lao Huotou to the nearest shooting range.

The old fireman loaded the PPSh drum magazine with bullets, aimed at the 50-meter target in the distance and pulled the trigger. The PPSh submachine gun began to roar 10 years in advance. The firing rate of 900 rounds per minute shocked Deputy Factory Director Zhang, and the indifference on his face turned into surprise.

The old man held the trigger tightly and did not let go. A lot of smoke came out of the muzzle of the PPSh, and the splashing bullets made the target and the ground near the target rustle.

Because the drum magazine was not working, Lao Huotou was afraid of a malfunction, so he did not load the drum magazine with full bullets and only put 40 rounds in it. Fortunately, the PPSh machine spirit was very happy and there was no problem after firing 40 rounds.

After the old fireman put down his smoking submachine gun, Director Zhang had turned into a look that would shock my mother for 300 years. Just like that, before Li Qinwu's butt could even warm up the cold bench in the small dark room, he was fished out by the old fireman.