Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

The two men were planning to discuss an order for 2000 submachine guns. Seeing this, Colin said that he still had work to do in the machinery factory, so he separated from the two men. Li Qinwu and Director Huang moved to his office.

The two men sat down and Li Qinwu went straight to the point.

"Director Huang, let me be frank. 95 silver dollars for a submachine gun is really too expensive. The price that Director Huang Xiansheng and I agreed on was based on the price of the Fengtian Arsenal. The price quoted by the Fengtian Arsenal was 40 silver dollars. It is more than twice as expensive here. I'm afraid Director Huang doesn't have that much money."

Director Huang smiled and didn't rush to speak. Instead, he glanced at the teacup on the side.

Li Qinwu sneered in his heart. Why do these leaders like to conduct obedience tests so much?

He pretended not to understand, sat firmly on his seat, stared at Director Huang, and waited for his opinion.

When Director Huang saw Li Qinwu sitting there without moving, his face turned a little unhappy.

"Director Li, the price of guns is set by the factory. I can't do anything about it. If Director Huang doesn't have that much money, then just buy fewer."

He thought to himself, "You little brat, if you continue to argue with me, I will make sure you don't get into trouble!"

Li Qinwu narrowed his eyes and replied in a bad tone: "Director Huang, although our factory's flamethrower submachine gun production line has just been completed, the cost of one gun should not exceed 45 yuan, right?

Now the war in the north is fierce. The Japanese invaders are determined to destroy China. The soldiers in the north are fighting bloody battles with the Japanese invaders, but they have no good weapons. As a part of China, shouldn't our factory in the rear do something? Apart from anything else, isn't Director Huang afraid that the north will fall completely and the Japanese will attack us?

Director Huang, I'm not blackmailing you, but 95 dollars is too expensive, can you make it cheaper?"

Director Huang leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, looking calm and composed.

"Director Li, I'm not trying to embarrass you, it's just that it's not cheap. We have so many people in the factory and they all need to eat.

Besides, I'm giving you a discount here. What if it gets out and other people also want a discount?

Let’s not talk about anything else. Captain Li Xiaoshan had already ordered 100 submachine guns with full payment. If he knew that I sold them at a low price from you and paid him the full amount, what would he think? "

He looked at Li Qinwu who was sitting opposite him, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he poured himself a cup of tea, thinking to himself, you little bastard, you dare to fight with me, you're going to fall into my hands.

Li Qinwu stood up and stared at Director Huang. Director Huang took a sip of tea with a smile and thought to himself that he had it figured out.

Then, he was stared at by Li Qinwu for more than 30 seconds and began to feel a little uncomfortable. Li Qinwu was tall and now the other person was standing while he was sitting, so he felt a little pressured.

"Ah, this, what is this..."

Director Huang planned to give way first. He felt that the young man was a little emotionally unstable. People of this age are prone to violence, obsessed with using violence, and do not know the consequences of using violence.

But what he didn't know was that Li Qinwu preferred to use superpowers rather than violence.

Before Director Huang finished his words, two muffled thuds were heard, and two gold bars slid down Li Qinwu's sleeves and hit the table.

"Oh, my dear Director Huang, how could you be so careless that you dropped two two-kilogram gold bars with the seal of the Northeast Bank?"

Director Huang spat out the tea water around his mouth, looked at the two gold bars on the table, then looked at Li Qinwu's concerned expression. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he wondered if this guy was too rough in his work.

But looking at the two golden bars, he felt that it didn't matter whether they were rough or not.

Director Huang carefully picked up the gold bar and placed it in the drawer under the table, with a mercenary smile on his face again.

"Oh, I'm so confused. I'm becoming more and more careless. Thank you Director Li for reminding me."

As he said this, he picked up the teapot, filled the cup and pushed it in front of Li Qinwu.

Li Qinwu sat back in his seat without touching his teacup.

"Director Huang, what do you think we should do about the submachine gun issue? Our brothers in the north are still waiting."

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, and Director Huang now became unusually easy to talk to.

"Well, the soldiers in the north are also very patriotic. We in the rear should also set an example. I think that if we reduce the price of our flamethrower submachine guns to 50 dollars each, Director Huang will be able to accept this price, right?"

Li Qinwu nodded with satisfaction. It was only 10 dollars more expensive than the offer from Fengtian Arsenal, but that was indeed acceptable.

"Okay, okay, Director Huang is righteous! The brothers in the north will definitely thank Director Huang. 2000 submachine guns, a total of 10 yuan. Director Huang has already given me the money to buy submachine guns when I went south. I will go to the finance department to report the account in a while."

After saying this, Li Qinwu wanted to get up, but Director Huang stopped him.

"Director Li, wait a moment. The weapons our factory provides to the northern soldiers are all at factory prices, ex-factory prices."

Li Qinwu was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, damn it, this bastard wants to take kickbacks!

The factory price of the flamethrower submachine gun at the Xiaoyi Arsenal is 45 oceans, and this old bitch just quoted 50 oceans. This fucking bitch wants a kickback of 5 oceans for every gun, which means it’s 1 oceans all at once. The fat guy is not afraid of eating himself to death!

Director Huang looked at Li Qinwu's surprised expression, as if he knew what he was thinking. He stood up, walked to Li Qinwu with his hands behind his back, patted his shoulder and whispered, "Director Li, you have to work hard and share more of your superior's worries. The situation has changed suddenly recently, and I don't know how worried your superior is. We, as subordinates, must do our best to help your superior bear less burden."

Li Qinwu was confused again. What did this mean?

After a little thought, damn, this guy mentioned his superior at this time, which was clearly telling him that the money was not for him to spend alone, but to show his filial piety to the officials above him.

Li Qinwu felt himself getting hard, his fists getting hard, the little bastard didn't say things directly, but beat around the bush. He wasn't a politician in his previous life, so he had to analyze what the other person meant when he spoke.

It's like talking to a mechanical priest. The other party speaks binary language to you, and you have to look up the book to analyze what it means. It's so tiring. If you can't concentrate, you will accidentally get a lot of information wrong. He really wants to rush up and give Director Huang two electric cannons on his fat face.

Director Huang saw Li Qinwu's distorted expression and was a little confused. What was wrong with this young man now? He suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"Oh my, Director Li, look at my brain, I totally forgot! You brought such a big business to our factory, so you should get a bonus. According to the size of this business, your bonus should be 1000 yuan!"

Li Qinwu rolled his eyes. This guy is pretty nice. He really gives benefits when there are benefits. If he were a native of this time and space, it would be nice to fight with this guy. Unfortunately, he is not.

Li Qinwu shook his head.

"Forget about the dividends, but Director Huang, we have just set up this production line, and the workers are not yet skilled. It is inevitable that there will be losses during the production process. This..."

Director Huang thought about it and nodded, "Well, this is indeed a problem. How about this? We will provide half of the materials for this batch of submachine guns, and this half will be regarded as loss."

Li Qinwu felt that it was worthwhile to exchange 1000 dollars for 100 submachine guns, and his opinion of Director Huang changed slightly. He finally understood that Manet had to be in place first to communicate with this guy.

Then the two discussed some details. Director Huang's face was visibly happy. After this wave of orders, he could earn at least 2000 yuan. With the 4 kilograms of gold given by Li Qinwu, he made a lot of money.

Li Qinwu was also very happy and promised to get Huang Xiansheng's 2000 flamethrower submachine guns. In fact, Huang Xiansheng did not have much hope of buying the submachine guns, and he did not even make an agreement with Li Qinwu.

But Li Qinwu was determined to get this done, not for anything else, but because he had come to this time and space and had to do something if he had the ability, even if Huang Xiansheng was unable to pay for sending the guns to the north.

"Oh, Director Li, how are these guns going to be transported to the north? Our factory has no obligation to help transport the guns. Director Huang, are you sending someone south to get them?"

Li Qinwu said, "Don't worry about that, Director Huang. Just give me the guns and I will be responsible for delivering them to the north. I just don't know how many bullets and magazines my factory provides for each gun. This gun has a fast firing rate and one magazine is not enough. If there are not enough bullets, the gun will be useless in a short time."

Director Huang put away his cheerful expression and put on a businessman's face again.

"Well, as per custom, two magazines and 200 rounds of ammunition are given with the gun."

When Li Qinwu heard this, he realized that this was not enough. The rate of fire of the flamethrower submachine gun was so fast, and the two magazines had to be switched. The soldiers would probably have to spend half of their time loading bullets. Each gun had 200 rounds of bullets, and they would all be used up after one battle, so they would not be able to form any combat effectiveness at all.

Li Qinwu tried to persuade Director Huang to increase the number of bullets in the magazine that came with the gun, but Director Huang refused to give in.

After a long struggle, Li Qinwu got fed up and said directly: "Okay, okay, okay, in that case, I will not take advantage of the factory. I have saved a lot of money working in the Fengtian Arsenal over the years. With the money left by my parents, I can get 2000 yuan. I only ask the director to approve more bullets and magazines!"

Li Qinwu was too lazy to argue and planned to buy it directly. However, when he said this, Director Huang was stunned.

The three northeastern provinces are Chinese territory no matter what, and the Northeastern Army is also a national defense force. Now the Japanese invaders are wreaking havoc in the three northeastern provinces, killing countless soldiers and civilians. Not only does he not contribute, but he is also stingy with these magazines and bullets.

Look at the young man in front of you. He is willing to spend all his money just to provide more military supplies to the northern soldiers.

Looking at Li Qinwu's angry and disappointed expression, Director Huang was a little dazed for a moment. He remembered his younger self. He had also caught up with an exciting era and had the honor of doing passionate things with those great figures.

He once had great ideals and wanted to do something earth-shattering, but as he grew older and his vision broadened, he became what he is now after repeated compromises.

Li Qinwu's angry eyes caused his long-cooled blood to fluctuate slightly. Although this fluctuation was quickly suppressed by reason, it still affected his decision. He regarded it as a farewell to his dead ideal.

So, in the surprised look of Li Qinwu, he relaxed.

"Hey, Director Li, you are truly a hero in your youth. You now remind me of myself when I was young.

Hmm... How about this, the gun comes with three magazines and 500 rounds of bullets. This is the biggest discount our factory can offer."

Li Qinwu was a little confused. He looked at Director Huang's chubby old face and thought, "Although I'm not handsome, I don't look like a physically disabled person like you, do I? How do you see your younger self in me?"

But who cares? At least we can get more discounts.

Li Qinwu still paid 2000 yuan and increased the number of bullets that came with the gun from 500 to 700.