Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

When Li Qinwu found Deputy Director Zhang, he was reviewing documents. When he saw Li Qinwu walking into the office, he snorted coldly with a very ugly look on his face, and did not even ask him to sit down.

In the morning, he and several other leaders went to attend the opening ceremony of the flamethrower submachine gun. As a result, Li Qinwu, the main person in charge, was absent from work. He was so angry that he wanted to give up on Li Qinwu, a talented person!

Li Qinwu doesn't care about Deputy Director Zhang's attention. In 18 days, this factory will be owned by the Japanese. What's the use of your attention as a deputy director?

He sat down on the sofa opposite Deputy Director Zhang and said with a smile: "Director Zhang, I just came from the workshop. Today's production of flamethrower submachine guns is 57, and anti-tank guns are 10. I think this production is still not enough. Our Northeast Army has 30 people. It will take a long time for this production to be put into service."

Deputy Director Zhang glanced at him and thought to himself that this man was so ignorant. Instead of apologizing for what happened in the morning, he was talking about his own affairs?

He snorted coldly.

"So what do you want? The tasks of each production line are very tight right now, and it's already the limit to give you equipment for five workshops.

Young people need to learn to be down-to-earth. If you haven’t managed the five workshops well, don’t think about anything else!”

His harsh rebuke was thrown to the dogs. Li Qinwu didn't care about his rebuke at all. He still smiled and said, "Director Zhang is right, but I don't plan to let the factory produce machines. I hope the factory can spare some manpower."

As he spoke, he told about the three-shift system, in which people kept stopping but machines continued running, in order to speed up the production of flamethrower submachine guns.

Deputy Director Zhang hesitated when he heard this. The situation was tense now and there was a high possibility of an accidental shooting with the Japanese. The military pressure made him raise his tolerance limit for Li Qinwu again.

"Other workshops have production tasks. If you want to implement three shifts, you need at least 1,000 people. The factory simply cannot allocate so many people to you. Can you still do other production tasks?"

As he said this, he opened the teacup on the side and took a look inside. It was empty.

Li Qinwu understood what was happening, and stood up, picked up the teapot beside him and poured some tea for Deputy Director Zhang. Deputy Director Zhang then nodded in satisfaction, thinking that young people are still sensible.

Li Qinwu put down the teapot and acted as if he was concerned about the country and the people.

"Director Zhang, there have been gunshots and artillery fire from the Japanese this morning. These Japanese are getting restless recently!

I was promoted by Director Zhang and feel deeply indebted to him. After much deliberation, I believe that only by increasing the output of submachine guns and improving the automatic firearms equipment rate of our Northeast Army soldiers can we repay Director Zhang's kindness in a small way!

I have decided to donate 5 yuan as overtime pay to encourage workers to speed up the production of flamethrower submachine guns, so as to encourage workers to produce submachine guns with all their strength! "

Deputy Director Zhang was stunned by Li Qinwu's words. 5 yuan, just donated it?

Although the young man had 35 yuan in his hand, he was able to take out 5 yuan at one time. He really looked up to Li Qinwu for his courage.

Of course, how could Li Qinwuhu come up with so much money? The whole world was about to explode. He paid the workers little by little. For 18 days, he spent a few thousand dollars at most.

Deputy Director Zhang hesitated for a moment and felt that since Li Qinwu was so aware, he should offer some support. After all, if the production of submachine guns increased, it would be his Zhang family that would benefit.

"At most we can get you 400 to 500 people. This is the limit. Other workshops need to operate. If you give you more people, other workshops will have to stop operating."

Li Qinwu immediately showed a look of gratitude. With the addition of these four or five hundred people, the production of submachine guns could be doubled. If he spent money to recruit people from other workshops, he should be able to achieve three shifts.

Having achieved his goal, Li Qinwu looked at Deputy Director Zhang who was leisurely drinking tea, relaxed a little, and asked: "Director Zhang, the Japanese are firing guns and artillery today, and their intention of intimidation is quite obvious. Our factory must make plans as soon as possible!"

Li Qinwu wanted to remind Deputy Director Zhang to make some preparations and transport some equipment to the south to escape, but when Deputy Director Zhang heard his words, his eyes turned cold, and he put down his teacup and shouted: "Li Qinwu! You are just a small director, and you still care about political affairs? I pretended I didn't hear what you just said, get out!"

His sudden change of attitude made Li Qinwu a little stunned. Looking at Deputy Director Zhang's angry face, he realized that his words just now had offended Deputy Director Zhang and other members of the ruling class.

918 was actually the result of the game between various forces in the country at that time. Fighting the Japanese was not only a military issue, but also a complex political issue, which involved the national policies and interests of the ruling class.

Regardless of what the ruling class was thinking, such a complex and terrifying political vortex was brought out by a small director like Li Qinwu, which instantly aroused the vigilance of Deputy Director Zhang.

At this moment, he even began to doubt Li Qinwu's character and wanted to give up on him. Is such a person who doesn't understand the situation really worthy of the support of his Zhang family?

Li Qinwu walked out of the furious office of Deputy Director Zhang with a bitter smile in his heart. Before coming here, he had fantasized about convincing this old bastard to move the machines in the Fengtian Arsenal. But now it seems that Deputy Director Zhang is more concerned about political gains and losses than possible future crises.

This also made Li Qinwu firm in his idea that from now on he would never have any illusions about these politicians! Compared with the threat of foreign races, they are more concerned about internal struggles.

After coming out from Deputy Director Zhang, it was already past 9 o'clock. He was walking on the hardened cement road of the Fengtian Arsenal, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

It’s like a high school student who has an exam tomorrow. He feels like he should review a lot of things, but he just doesn’t know where to start.

Suddenly, he heard a burst of laughter and looked towards the source of the laughter. He found that it was a security room. There were three people drinking and playing mahjong in the security room. One of them was someone Li Qinwu knew. He was the warehouse manager who bought the gun before!

Li Qinwu stopped and walked towards the few people, then pushed the door and entered the security room. He was greeted by a strong smell of alcohol, and several people who were shouting and playing cards looked at him in unison.

When the warehouse manager saw that the person coming was Li Qinwu, he was stunned for a moment, then he slapped his forehead and became excited.

"Oh my, isn't this Director Li? Come and sit down!"

He pulled a stool and asked Li Qinwu to sit down. Li Qinwu had given him so much money before, and he still remembered Li Qinwu's kindness.

The warehouse manager enthusiastically pushed the melon seeds, peanuts, roasted chicken and braised meat on the table in front of Li Qinwu and poured him a glass of wine.

"Come on, Director Li, let's have a drink!"

As he said this, he raised his glass and wanted to clink glasses with Li Qinwu.

Li Qinwu refused immediately, saying that he was in poor health and could not drink alcohol. The other party tried to persuade him again and again, but Li Qinwu refused. He could not be like that idiot Director Guo, who forced others to drink even if they did not want to. After confirming that he really did not want to drink, he replaced the water with tea.

"Director Li, let me introduce you to these two. They are both warehouse managers in our area. They are in charge of a large warehouse. Today, we are having fun here drinking and playing cards. Haha, didn't you bump into them, Director Li?"

He felt a little embarrassed when he said this, and the other two warehouse managers also stammered. Li Qinwu was a small leader after all, and if he was caught drinking and playing cards by him, he would be in trouble if he took it seriously.

But Li Qinwu didn't come in to cause trouble. He smiled, pointed at the mahjong on the table and said, "How do you play this? Can you teach me?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and immediately arranged to teach him how to play. After two rounds, Li Qinwu roughly understood the rules of playing mahjong, so he asked again: "Brothers, are you playing for money?"

Several people shook their heads at the same time.

"We are having a drinking contest. Whoever loses has to drink a glass!"

Li Qinwu glanced obscurely at the key ring hanging around the waists of the three people.

"Then take me out for some fun, guys. I can't drink, so just bet some money. If you lose, you can have a drink, and if I lose, I'll pay you back with money!"

He took out a string of dollars wrapped in red paper from his arms and slammed it on the table. The metal made a dull sound when it hit the table. The four people present sobered up at the same time and stared at the string of 4 dollars.

"This... Director Li, isn't this a bad idea?"

Li Qinwu started shuffling the cards without saying a word.

"Brothers, are you going to play or not? You are embarrassed by the money-making business, why don't you do it?"

Everyone then started to shuffle the cards. Li Qinwu lost the first round and threw away a dollar on the spot. Everyone was shocked by Li Qinwu's generosity and started to play cards seriously.

Li Qinwu called upon his clone in his mind.

On the other side, in a restaurant that was originally the property of the third elder of the Hung Fist Hall, Li Xiao, who was sitting on a throne, had his eyes flashing. He interrupted the accountant who was originally under the third elder's command and was reporting on the gang's finances.

Li Xiao asked the accountant, "Who in our gang is the best at playing cards?"

The accountant who was reporting was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself and said, "Elder... I am nicknamed the No. 1 Hemp King of Fengtian."

Li Xiao immediately said: "Go get a set of mahjong!"

The accountant ran out of the room and came back with a set of mahjong after a while.

Li Xiao opened the mahjong, took out a few cards and placed them in a row and asked: "How can I have the highest chance of winning with this deck of cards in my hand?"

……

With the help of his off-board moves, Li Qinwu was able to inflict great damage on all sides, forcing the three opponents to drink three glasses of white wine in a row. The three became dizzy and their drinking movements became slower.

However, Li Qinwu did not exploit them too much. Instead, he kept stimulating the three people to play cards with him according to the rule of two losses and one win. Otherwise, it would be bad if he won continuously and they didn't want to play anymore.

With Li Qinwu's rhythm, 50 dollars were quickly lost, while the four people on the opposite side made a lot of money, with wrinkles showing on their faces from smiling, but the price they paid was three empty 4ml bottles of liquor on the table.

In the end, the three men were drunk and fell asleep on the table like dead pigs. Li Qinwu easily got the keys from their waists.

After making sure that the four guys wouldn't wake up, he took the key and went to the warehouse, opened the door, and opened a portal directly inside the warehouse, summoning all his clones to start moving weapons!

The warehouse these three guys were guarding was quite large, but it was full of light weapons, most of which were Liao-3 rifles made by the Fengtian Arsenal. They were packed in boxes of 13 rifles each, and a total of 10 boxes were moved, which meant 560 guns!

Then there were 5 boxes of MP18 submachine guns, 157 in a box.

50 Czech light machine guns.

3000 boxes of ammunition containing 230 rounds.

40 boxes of wooden-handled grenades, 50 per box.

These things are nearly half of the light weapons of the Fengtian Arsenal. They will all be seized by the Japanese during the September 50th Incident in the future. Now they are transferred to the island space by Li Qinwu. With so many things, the 50m x m island is filled to the brim!

Li Qinwu was filled with a great sense of happiness. With these weapons, he could raise two infantry regiments!

However, these were only light weapons. What he coveted more were heavy machine guns and artillery. Unfortunately, the three drinkers were in charge of the light weapons warehouse, so Li Qinwu could only get light weapons. He decided to go and have a drink with the warehouse manager who was in charge of the heavy weapons warehouse, and do the same to get the heavy weapons as well!