Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

(Brothers, I have had stomach problems recently, and it hurts a lot. It might be a gastric ulcer or a duodenal ulcer. I can’t do anything well. I’m going to have a gastroscopy in the next few days to rule out the risk of gastric cancer, so I may delay the update.)

"Director Li, how many tanks and planes do you have left to sell?"

Consultant Ji asked excitedly.

Li Qinwu sorted out his family assets in his mind.

"We have 89 modified Type 35 tanks and Renault tanks, and 23 aircraft for sale. Some of these aircraft and tanks are undergoing upgrades and modifications. If Chongqing wants to buy them, they can be modified within three months."

Most of the planes under Li Qinwu's command are multi-purpose aircraft of World War I level, that is, the kind that can carry small bombs, carry aircraft machine guns for dogfights, and perform reconnaissance.

It sounds like being multifunctional is pretty cool, but being able to do everything means being proficient in nothing. Although these planes can fly and are in good condition, their performance is already lagging behind current products on the market.

When an airplane flies into the sky and collides with an enemy, it is a life-and-death situation. If it is slow, it will not even have a chance to escape. Unlike the army, which has room for maneuver if its equipment is inferior, what an airplane needs to fly into the sky is hard power.

The Japanese's aircraft are developing well now. The plane that Li Qinwu stole from the Fengtian Airport will break into pieces when it hits the Japanese, so Li Qinwu wants to sell all the planes.

However, he kept all 18 large bombers, intending to convert them into transport planes, or try to convert them into aerial gunboats.

This number made Wang Ji and the others lick their lips. If they could buy all these tanks and planes, they could directly set up a tank battalion and a flying brigade. However, the price to pay was also considerable. A business worth more than 1000 million yuan, this deal needed a big shot to negotiate.

The two have made up their minds that they must go back and advise their leaders, and pay for the equipment no matter what!

When they made up their minds, Li Qinwu gave them a shot of confidence.

"Oh, by the way, Future Dragon Company has a lot of investment projects in the local area, so almost all of this money will be spent in Chongqing."

The two were delighted to hear this. They could earn money locally and spend it locally, without taking a penny home. This way the money would keep circling in the pot. The better the Julong Company developed, the more taxes it would pay. With this guarantee, the success rate of persuading superiors to buy more would be higher.

At this point, the test meeting ended, the military conflict was resolved, and the two sides preliminarily determined the direction for future cooperation. It can be said that both sides were very happy. In the evening, everyone had a meal in the cafeteria of the Julong Steel Plant and then dispersed happily.

However, several consuls from foreign powers were called to the reception room next door by Li Qinwu. Before the meal, Li Qinwu sent people to hint to them that there would be a secret talk later and asked them not to drink, so the old white men were still sober.

At this time, they were sitting on the sofa in the reception room, smoking, chatting, and exchanging information with each other. The fact that the Dragon Company and the Punishment Army had connections was an open secret, so even though they were consuls from various countries, they were willing to stay and listen to what the Dragon Company wanted to say to them.

After a while, Li Qinwu came in with a clone. Li Qinwu sat down on the sofa. Under the scrutiny of the white men, he winked at the clone, and the clone handed documents to the consuls of various countries.

The consuls from various countries took a look at the document and their faces turned very ugly. The British consul even got furious and slammed the document on the table with a bang.

"Assholes! What on earth do you want to do?!"

The document in their hands is the record of the interrogation of the spy Banana Man at the Dragon Steel Plant. Although it is impossible for a spy who can perform field work to know any important intelligence, if this thing is brought to the real owner, it will be like someone printing out your browser history and showing it to you. It is very socially disastrous, so this old Angsa is so angry.

Li Qinwu lit a cigarette for himself and said, "The countries of all of you here have sent spies to my factory. Maybe you gave the order yourself. This is really ugly. I am not happy, but I am kind-hearted. I will give you a chance. Each spy will receive 10 yuan. If you pay the money and take the people away, we will let this matter go."

The consuls of various countries looked grim. Every country was engaged in espionage activities, and the exchange of spies also occurred frequently. However, 10 oceans in exchange for a banana person was really too expensive and not worth it. 10 oceans could train many banana people.

The British consul was the fastest to make a decision. He snorted coldly, tightened his tie, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Boring. I thought they were calling us for something, but it turns out they were trying to blackmail us."

Li Qinwu watched him walk to the door and said indifferently, "Tomorrow, newspapers all over the country will know that the British Empire sent spies to a small private enterprise and was caught.

It's not enough that he was caught, the British Empire was unwilling to pay for his redemption, which led to the spy being publicly shot. Tsk tsk tsk, I wonder if there are still banana people willing to work for you after this matter is reported?"

The British consul stopped in his tracks, as Li Qinwu's words hit home for him: a banana man's life was certainly not worth 10 oceans, but the hearts of intelligence agency agents were more important than oceans!

Now a Banana Man spy is captured, and people give you a chance to pay to redeem him, but you and the British Empire are stingy and unwilling to pay. Then, will others be willing to work for you without any guarantee?

The situation in East Asia is very serious now, and the trilateral war between China, Japan and the Soviet Union is very frequent. Under this background, it is necessary for the great powers to invest intelligence in this region, so we must not disappoint those banana people under our command!

The meeting room was silent for a few minutes, and the French consul was the first to speak out.

"Mr. Li, I heard that Julong Steel Plant is building an affiliated primary school. I think education should be supported. I will personally donate 10 yuan to the affiliated primary school of Julong Steel Plant."

Li Qinwu felt emotional. It was a private donation, and there was no mention of ransom, nor was there any payment made in the name of the consulate. There was no evidence at all. No wonder he could get to this position. His mind was quick.

He nodded to the French consul to show his agreement. Seeing this, consuls from other countries followed suit and said they would donate money to the primary school affiliated with the Julong Steel Plant in their private capacity.

Seeing that everyone else had surrendered, the British consul had no choice but to follow suit.

"I am also willing to donate 10 yuan to the primary school in my personal name."

"You can't. You need 15."

The British consul was stunned, then became angry.

"Why! Others want 10 but I want 15!"

"Because I don't like you!"

Li Qinwu's powerful reason gave Lao Angsa a cold shoulder. He pointed at Li Qinwu and roared, "Asshole, how dare you humiliate the diplomats of the British Empire like this? You will pay the price for this!"

Li Qinwu took a puff of his cigarette and shrugged off his threats.

"You threatened me, and now I'm even more upset. You have to pay 20 yuan."

"you!"

"It's 25 dollars now. From now on, I'll add 5 dollars for every word you say. At worst, you can just not buy it. It's like I'm begging you."

Now the British consul didn't dare to speak. He kept his mouth tightly shut and his face turned red like a cherry bomb.