Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

Duzao can be simply understood as supervising manufacturing from the literal meaning. This kind of official position is not as progressive as the director and deputy director, but in fact it is more valuable than direct official positions.

Whatever you supervise is your responsibility, which is equivalent to having your own foundation.

For example, you are just a small director, but if you are given a position like artillery and shell production supervisor, then you are very powerful because the artillery and shell production in the factory are under your charge. Without you, the factory may really not be able to operate.

Such supervision is usually only given to close confidants, because it is too important and also represents seniority, which will be of great help in climbing to the position of deputy factory director or factory director in the future.

By the way, Lao Huotou, a senior technician, was the supervisor of the production of the Hanyang rifle barrel.

Now Li Qinwu has become the supervisor of the production of Spitfire-1 submachine guns and anti-tank guns, and is in charge of at least five workshops. The expressions of everyone present have become extremely interesting. If Li Qinwu's promotion to deputy director before only qualified him to be on an equal footing with them, then now Li Qinwu is someone that some of them have to look up to.

Li Qinwu was equally surprised. Before, he had been thinking about where to get some guns for his clones. If he was given the title of supervisor now, he could use his power for personal gain and directly equip his clones with the first batch of submachine guns.

In addition, with power, he will have more say in the factory. Before the September 18 Incident, could he use this say to persuade the higher-ups to dismantle some production lines and move them south?

After everyone's congratulations, the test of the anti-tank gun continued. He then placed the armor plates at 250 meters, 300 meters, 350 meters, and 400 meters for testing.

The armor plates for testing were taken from the ironworks. It was said that the ironworks was trying to produce qualified alloy armor. The Fengtian Arsenal also had ambitions to build tanks, but they could not produce qualified engines. They could only make some medium-sized accessories and then import engines for assembly.

Although Li Qinwu didn't know the difference between the armor produced by the Fengtian Arsenal and that produced by the Japanese, the 20 mm physical hard indicator was there. Even if the Japanese armor was better, the performance difference would not be too outrageous.

Li Qinwu conducted more than 30 tests in total. The anti-tank gun stopped at a distance of 350 meters. At this distance, the anti-tank gun could not directly penetrate the 20 mm thick armor plate, but instead became a probabilistic penetration.

The armor plate at this distance was shot at a total of 10 times, and only 3 times were successfully penetrated, while the others only made a hole in the armor plate.

Li Qinwu could only express regret for this. 300 meters is the maximum combat distance of this gun. The Soviet-made ptrd anti-tank gun can penetrate 500mm armor at 30 meters. His own model fires 12.7x99mm bullets, which is obviously not good enough.

Although he himself was not very satisfied with the performance of this gun, Huang Xiansheng, who had been watching on the side, had a burning gaze. A weapon that allows light infantry to have anti-tank capabilities is perfect for the police force under his command!

At this time, Huang Xiansheng had been secretly mobilizing, expanding the number of police officers under his command and distributing weapons and ammunition to them. He had already noticed the Japanese's restlessness and had issued warnings to his superiors many times, but they were all ignored. He could only act privately, hoping to be able to respond on the day of the incident.

But the Japanese tanks and armored vehicles have always been a major concern for him. The police are only equipped with light weapons and can barely fight against the Japanese light infantry. But once the Japanese use tanks and armored vehicles, he will have no power to fight back.

Li Qinwu saw Huang Xiansheng's solemn expression, and after a slight hesitation, he said to him: "Director Huang, after observing the Japanese tanks this morning, I had some new ideas in my mind. I think we can compile a set of anti-tank gymnastics, which can be used with anti-tank guns. It should allow infantry to greatly increase the chances of destroying tanks."

Huang Xiansheng was stunned for a moment. Anti-tank is the job of the army, right? Brigade Commander Wang was standing next to him. Why didn't you say this to him? Why did you say this to me, a police chief?

But Huang Xiansheng suddenly thought of his recruitment of the police force, and looked at Li Qinwu meaningfully. Li Qinwu returned a warm smile, and their eyes met, conveying countless information with their eyes.

Huang Xiansheng nodded towards Li Qinwu. He felt that this young director was very interesting. He might have noticed the Japanese's movements and also realized what he wanted to do. This guy was really interesting.

The next thing was the traditional program of drinking and eating. Some minor officials wanted to get to know Li Qinwu, while senior officials wanted to talk to Huang Xiansheng, Wang Yizhe and others, so as soon as Deputy Director Zhang made the arrangements, the dinner party was easily organized.

The banquet was held on the third floor of the factory cafeteria. There were two tables for more than twenty people. A chef named He from the factory kept serving dishes, all of which were big dishes. The taste was excellent. Even though Li Qinwu came from the future and had eaten a lot of delicious food, he had to admit that this chef named He was an amazing cook.

Huang Xiansheng pulled Li Qinwu to sit at a table and sat next to him. During the meal, the two of them talked non-stop, from the national situation to international development. During the communication, Huang Xiansheng was very surprised. Li Qinwu's conversation was amazing, a little exaggerated, but very confident.

This self-confidence is especially rare in this era. His self-confidence made Huang Xiansheng very strange. His self-confidence was not the kind that was pretended or brought about by a wealthy family.

On the contrary, it is the self-confidence of the common people, the self-confidence of the common people in a big country, but...what is there in this country that is worthy of his confidence?

As the drinking party progressed to the middle and late stages, everyone found their own topics to talk about. Without anyone noticing, Huang Xiansheng asked Li Qinwu in a particularly subtle way about his views on Japan.

Li Qinwu was about to answer when the chef surnamed He brought another dish and placed it right in front of him. The dish was steamed eggs on a rectangular plate. The plate was covered with white steamed egg whites and there was an egg yolk in the middle as a embellishment. It looked like the Japanese flag no matter how you looked at it.

Seeing this, Li Qinwu did not answer. He grabbed a knife from the table, grasped the handle, and stabbed it hard into the egg yolk.

Upon seeing this, Huang Xiansheng burst into laughter, patted Li Qinwu on the shoulder, and looked at him as if he was looking at a close friend.

He picked up a glass of wine.

"Director Li, I'm so lucky to meet you today. Come, let's have a drink!"

Li Qinwu picked up the teapot and poured himself a bowl of tea. When he raised it, the rim of the cup was slightly shorter than Huang Xiansheng.

"Director Huang, I am a technician and must keep my mind clear. I never drink alcohol. Please forgive me."

Huang Xiansheng was not dissatisfied with this. The two sides smiled at each other and drank the tea and wine in their cups.

It was time for toasts. People at the table moved around from time to time. Li Qinwu didn't drink, so when people toasted him he served tea instead. This caused some people's dissatisfaction. Li Qinwu explained one by one, and no one bothered him too much.

But Director Guo, who was sitting at another table, was delighted when he saw Li Qinwu not drinking. When Huang Xiansheng stood up to drink with others, he poured himself a full glass of white wine and came to Li Qinwu, holding up the glass and said to him: "Deputy Director Li, this glass is for you. We must get along well in the future."

Li Qinwu glanced at him, picked up the teapot and poured a cup into his own cup. Just as he was about to pick up the teacup and clink it with this guy, Director Guo snatched his cup and poured it out. Then Director Guo picked up a bottle of white wine from the table and filled Li Qinwu's cup.

"Deputy Director Li, what kind of tea are you drinking? Everyone is drinking wine, but you are the only one drinking tea. You are asking for special treatment, you are such a sissy. Come on, I'm toasting you with a glass of wine. If you don't drink it, you are not giving me face!"

After saying that, he took two wine glasses, placed one in front of him, and handed the other to Li Qinwu, with a teasing look in his eyes.

Li Qinwu was a little dazed. Director Guo's words reminded him of a friend who drank until late at night because someone said that if he didn't drink, he was not giving him face. When he saw his friend for the last time, his friend had choked to death on his own vomit, and fell in the vomit and excrement, dying a miserable death.

From then on, Li Qinwu never drank again and didn't give face to anyone. For this reason, he quit several jobs that required him to run business and accompany clients.

Director Guo's words hit his sore spot.

Li Qinwu had a smile on his face and stared at Director Guo. He stood up and pretended to take the glass of wine that Director Guo gave him.

Director Guo had an arrogant smile on his face. How dare you not drink the wine I gave you?

But as soon as Li Qinwu took the glass of wine, he turned his wrist and poured out all the wine.

He grinned and said sinisterly: "Fuck you! I just won't give you face!"

Li Qinwu suddenly jumped up, grabbed the bottle of white wine on the table and smashed it hard on Director Guo's head. With a bang, a line of blood flowed from Director Guo's head to his face.

Director Guo was stunned for a moment, reached out to touch the blood on his face, and then let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.