Chapter 707: Business

'Who is suing me?'

'Never mind who. Someone is suing you. It's gone all the way to the throne.'

'What am I being sued for?'

'You have no respect. You have no sense of discipline. You do whatever you want. You think you know best.'

'Oh, that's okay.'

'What do you mean, okay?'

'I thought they would accuse me of being greedy and lustful. Those are the only two things they can accuse you of.'

'You have a good sense of self!'

'Thank you. That's all I'm after.'

'Don't be silly. Someone really did accuse you.'

'So what happened?'

'Madam happened to be there. She said, since that was the case, transfer Zhang Yong to our Air Force Department. We're all young people here, and there aren't so many rules.'

'And then?'

Zhang Yong was very curious.

Madam was still very good at talking.

She wasn't wrong. The Air Force did not have many rules.

Perhaps it was because many people had studied abroad. Madam herself had also studied abroad. The pilots were also very young.

There were also many foreigners in the Air Force.

These included Soviet flight instructors and technicians from various aircraft companies.

You see, Chen Nai-fu is going to the Ji-qiao Air Force Base soon to start training pilots. By then, there will definitely be a large group of Americans arriving.

Some old rules and regulations don't apply here. Foreigners don't care about that sort of thing.

Seniority isn't that important either.

'I don't know.'

'You don't know?'

'No one's told me anything about what's going to happen. Anyway, let me give you a heads-up.'

'Do you need a slap on the wrist?'

'No.'

'That's good.'

'Why don't you just come to our Air Force and focus on your work?'

'Sure. You can talk to Boss Dai.'

'If you get the chance, you should jump over. Your boss Dai has been under attack by the masses for a while now. He hasn't come out yet.'

'What exactly did they do to boss Dai?'

'The chairman of the committee told him to focus on his studies. He should read Zeng Guofan's works. The Complete Works of Zeng Wenzheng. He was required to read them thoroughly, memorise them and understand them deeply.'

'Isn't that torturing the man?'

'Hey, what kind of language is that? Have you lost your mind?'

'I'm sorry,'

Zhang Yong answered resentfully.

Deep down, he secretly disagreed. It was Zeng Guofan again.

The chairman loved reading Zeng Guofan all year round. It seemed that he was also very knowledgeable about him. He highly respected him.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the chairman liked the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Oh no...

Suddenly, he remembered something very frightening.

What if the chairman was punished by the chairman and required to read Zeng Guofan? What if the chairman followed suit and required himself to read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

That doesn't sound good...

Fortunately, I have already prepared an escape route.

If things go wrong, I will immediately run away.

I will take the money in my personal space and run as far away as I can. I will go far away. The emperor is far away in the mountains.

I am just a small person anyway. I have limited influence. I don't think the bigwigs up there will be after me. Then I can spend the rest of my life in peace.

I subconsciously check the money in my personal space. It seems to be quite a lot.

If there are no other pursuits, and one lives a simple life, it should be more than enough.

There is also a gun in the personal space. And a little equipment provided by the system from time to time. Or a small amount of ammunition. It is enough.

With this, there is no fear.

So one doesn't care about other people's opinions.

It doesn't matter who complains.

It doesn't matter what attitude the superior takes.

After all, one doesn't expect them to provide one's meals. One relies on oneself.

One thinks nonsense.

Of course, for the time being, it is not yet time to run away.

As things stand, it seems that the lady is still looking after him. The Treasury Department may indeed need a 'genius' like him.

He can catch Japanese spies.

He can make money.

He's all-round.

Isn't this exactly the kind of talent the Treasury Department needs most? Hehe.

Look up at Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu frowns, 'What are you looking at me for? If you have something to say, just say it.'

'We have time. You can teach me to study hard. We can read at night with red sleeves...'

'You wish! Who's going to fan you with a red sleeve?'

'No, I'm serious.'

'You can go now.'

'What?'

'I've finished talking. You can go now.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong pulled her over.

Trying to run? No way. I'll take some interest. Even if we're not married, you're still mine.

Yang Lichu: ...

This jerk. Again.

I can't struggle. I'll just let him have his fun.

However, in broad daylight in a public place, Zhang Yong couldn't do much.

In the end, Yang Lichu raised the corners of her mouth in a smug grin, as if to say, 'What can you do other than make me drool a little?'

Zhang Yong: ...

This woman. Really. Little demon.

Sure enough, women who wear glasses, especially beautiful ones, are really... Hehe. Indescribable.

'Zhang Ping is here.'

Yang Lichu suddenly broke free from him.

Zhang Yong looked to the side. He noticed that Zhang Ping had indeed arrived.

However, he was thick-skinned enough not to think it was a big deal. Zhang Ping had known about Yang Lichu and him for a long time.

Zhang Ping's attitude could be summed up in three words: Don't look.

One was unmarried, the other was not married, so no one could control them. He didn't bother to control them either.

The Air Force was full of vitality. There were many pilots. The vast majority of pilots came from good families.

It can be said that there are absolutely no illiterates among pilots. Almost all of them have experience studying abroad. How could someone who can study abroad be from a poor family?

Either they are dignitaries.

Or they are landlords and powerful men.

At the very least, their families are well-off.

Young, with a good family background, their personal lives are of course very comfortable. Naturally, countless girls flocked to them.

When Yang Junjian got into trouble, many people actually expressed their disbelief. It seemed impossible that someone like him would lack women. He definitely didn't need to solve the problem himself. It was probably because the decent girls didn't have enough tricks up their sleeves, and they weren't as charming as Tian Yuman. As a result, he fell prey to them.

Yang Lichu was after all thin-skinned, and left first.

Zhang Yong waited for Zhang Ping to come over as if nothing had happened. He didn't even bat an eyelid.

'Shaolong.'

'Director Zhang.'

'Do you have a moment?'

'Yes.'

'Let's go talk to McFarland.'

'Who's McFarland?'

'He's the salesman from Springfield Armory.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong remembered.

It turned out to be the American who sold the Garand semi-automatic rifle.

By the way, he actually came to Hangzhou? Wasn't he in Shanghai before? So active? It seems that his sales performance is not good.

'Where is it?'

'MGM Cabaret.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

MGM Cabaret? So that's where Jin Bufan is? Interesting.

'It's a personal visit, so just bring a few people.'

'No way,'

Zhang Yong shook his head. Better to be safe than sorry.

Jin Bufan is a Japanese spy. If the other party knows that you're only bringing a few people, they'll definitely get suspicious.

These are definitely extraordinary times.

Zhang Yong is becoming more and more convinced that the sniper he killed was not the same as the one before.

The Japanese invaders probably have multiple snipers. Their target is none other than Zhang Yong himself. If Zhang Yong is even slightly careless, he could lose his life.

No kidding.

The wound in his back still hurts.

Yang Lichu, that little vixen, was concerned about him before, but when she found out that it wasn't serious, she really stopped caring.

At any time, take as many people as you can. Safety first.

Without saying a word, Zhang Yong directly sets off with three small teams.

Two small teams wait outside on standby. One small team follows him inside.

Zhang Ping: ...

This guy. He really is super afraid of death.

We're going to talk business. We're not going to war. You're all armed up and ready for battle.

What's more, you're even carrying a grenade launcher. That's going too far!

Who brings a grenade launcher when they go out?

No one is as cautious as this.

Other people will laugh when they see it...

However, the Third Bureau operates independently. He can't control it. It doesn't seem wrong to bring more people.

Set off.

Arrived at the MGM Cabaret.

Compared to the MGM Cabaret on Shanghai Beach, this one in Hangzhou is much smaller.

It's evening, but there aren't many customers.

The cold wind and rain are a major deterrent. What a miserable climate! Freezing!

Found a red dot from afar. Then a yellow dot.

Zhang Yong's spirits suddenly rose. A yellow dot? An underground party?

There's an underground party by Jin Bufan's side?

Wow, that's impressive.

They say that for every highly toxic substance, there is an antidote within ten feet.

The underground party is that antidote. It's actually lurking next to the Japanese spy. There is even one next to Li Shiqun.

I'll have to see what kind of person it is that can lurk under the nose of the Japanese spy. It must be a master among masters. I, Zhang Yong, definitely admire it. Perhaps they really are as powerful as the protagonists in spy dramas?

Entering the MGM Cabaret,

The first person they see is Jin Bufan. This guy is quite enthusiastic.

'Director Zhang, Team Leader Zhang, welcome,' Jin Bufan says with a smile, leading them to a private room in the back.

'Thank you. We would like to speak with Mr. McFarland,' Zhang Ping says straight to the point.

'I'll go and let him know. Just a moment,'

Jin Bufan says.

'Thank you.'

'Please sit down,'

Jin Bufan says as he settles them in before going to find McFarland.

Zhang Yong sat down first. He looked around. He found the person represented by the yellow dot. It turned out to be a bartender. He was concentrating on mixing cocktails.

A rather young guy, skilled in his craft, he handled the delicate and fragile glasses with consummate ease. He was truly a master.

Without the yellow dot as a hint, Zhang Yong would never have guessed that he was a member of the underground party.

It was so unexpected. Impressive.

He looked away.

The waiter soon brought the lemonade.

Zhang Yong lifted it up and tasted it. He found that Zhang Ping couldn't get used to it.

Haha. It seems that Zhang Ping is really not young anymore. Lemonade is still a rare thing nowadays.

Soon, McFarland arrived.

Greetings.

Sit down.

McFarland seemed to have a cold and kept sniffling.

It seems that this American is very uncomfortable with the Hangzhou weather. It's cold and rainy. There's no heating yet. It's hot as hell in the summer. It's freezing in the winter.

'Mr. McFarland, we are very interested in your company's Garand semi-automatic...'

'That's great. What's your intention?'

'One thousand. Each one comes with 1,000 rounds of ammunition. What price can you offer?'

'Too little. Too little. Too little.'

McFarland shook his head.

Zhang Yong did not participate in the discussion. He was thinking to himself.

He didn't know why the Air Force wanted to buy Garand semi-automatic rifles. The price of these guns felt quite expensive.

A brand new Springfield M1903 rifle costs just over ten dollars. You can even get a discount if you buy in bulk. But a single Garand semi-automatic costs around $100. You can buy half a platoon of Springfield M1903s. Even though the United States is so rich, the pace of rearmament is pretty slow.

If I remember correctly, the US military should have gradually replaced their weapons with the Garand semi-automatic by now. But the pace of replacement is very slow. It is unknown whether they have replaced even 10,000 of them. After all, the entire US Army only has 300,000 soldiers. There may be less than 100,000 infantry soldiers.

The United States also has an armed force called the Marine Corps. Nicknamed the fourth-class people. It seems that they were the last to switch to the Garand. By the time of the battle of Guadalcanal in 1942, they had not yet switched. They were still using the Springfield M1903 with a lever action. This shows how slow the switch was.

If the United States is like this, China is even more unrealistic.

We can't afford it. We can't afford it either.

The power of the Garand is based on a strong logistical foundation.

It requires an almost unlimited supply of ammunition. Otherwise, the bullets will soon run out. In terms of bayonet combat, it is even worse than the Springfield M1903!

It is unrealistic.

However, if the Air Defense Regiment 4 is armed with the Garand semi-automatic, it is undoubtedly an excellent idea. The Air Defense Regiment 4 has a small number of people. Equipped with bolt-action rifles, they simply do not have enough firepower. Even if they face a squadron of Japanese invaders, they may need to fight for half a day and may not be able to win.

However, if they all switched to the Garand semi-automatic, they could still quickly end the battle if they encountered a Japanese squadron. Equipped with a few mortars, they could completely annihilate a Japanese squadron. This was the largest battle Zhang Yong had envisioned.

What?

Against a Japanese brigade?

You're kidding.

A Japanese brigade had thousands of people. They had infantry guns. What a joke.

The 4th Air Police Regiment was not the main force.

It's just a special force that carries out special missions. Including going behind enemy lines on missions and so on.

The purpose of its establishment was to extend the mission of the air force. It is to ensure air combat. Attention. It is to ensure. It is a support force.

The most normalised mission is to rescue downed pilots.

Including but not limited to infiltration, raids, etc.

Each operation has a maximum of one or two hundred people. It's not even a hundred people.

The general requirements are similar to those of the special forces of later generations. But it definitely can't be as professional as a special forces unit.

We'll talk about the future later. But for now, getting some Garands is definitely the right thing to do. Don't get too many. A thousand or so should be enough. The Air Police's troop strength is only about 1,500 at most. If there are more, others will be jealous.

Besides, we can't afford the bullets.

I don't know how much ammunition the system can actually produce at random, and it may not be able to support even 1,000 Garands.

Just daydreaming.

'Shaolong!'

Zhang Ping's voice came over the intercom.

Zhang Yong pulled his thoughts back.

'Shao Long, you can talk now.'

'Talk about what?'

'Anything.'

Zhang Ping and Zhang Yong communicated in Chinese.

Zhang Yong's English was not very good. However, he could barely communicate.

Perhaps the system had secretly enhanced some of it? Strange. Why didn't the system enhance his Japanese?

'Mr. MacFarland, I want to buy your company's stock.'

'You are very welcome.'

'Mr. MacFarland, what is your current weekly salary?'

'That's personal.'

'Well, Mr. MacFarland, do you plan to leave the company in the near future?'

'No.'

'Good. Mr. MacFarland, I have calculated that your income will increase significantly in four years.'

'In four years? Why?'

MacFarland was intrigued.

Who wouldn't want their income to increase? Who wouldn't want a pay rise?

Even foreigners would want that.

'Because I predict that the production of the Garand semi-automatic rifle will exceed 10 million units.'

'What did you say?'

McFarland's expression did not change.

He thought Zhang Yong had misquoted the figure. After all, Zhang Yong's English was not very good.

'Ten million units,'

Zhang Yong repeated emphatically. At the same time, he took out a piece of paper and a pen.

He wrote the number 10,000,000 on the paper. It was written specifically according to the habits of foreigners.

'Ten million?'

MacFarland finally believes that Zhang Yong is not mistaken.

Immediately, he shakes his head and laughs.

10 million pieces is simply impossible. What weapon can sell 10 million pieces!

More than 1 million pieces is already a miracle. There have been so few of them throughout history.

'That's right,'

Zhang Yong nods.

He knows that the other party will not believe it.

He also has no intention of convincing the other party. This business is not led by him.

In fact, in this kind of business, verbal negotiations are not very effective. It all comes down to adding money. Even fifty cents can affect whether a deal is done.

McFarland is silent.

Zhang Ping next to him is about to speak but stops.

He also feels that Zhang Yong is a bit of a loose cannon.

10 million rifles. What is that? Who needs that many rifles?

Especially semi-automatic ones?

'Actually, Mr. McFarland, have you ever considered designing a medium-power bullet?' Zhang Yong changed the subject.

Since they were already talking about it, it didn't seem right not to talk about the M1 carbine.

The Garand semi-automatic was indeed a powerful rifle. However, ordinary people might prefer to use the M1 carbine.

The Garand is powerful, has a long range, a strong recoil and is bulky. It is suitable for use by American soldiers. In other words, it is suitable for people who are big and strong.

If you are a small Asian, a carbine is more suitable. It is light and has less recoil.

'What is an intermediate power bullet?'

'It is more powerful than a pistol bullet, but less powerful than a rifle bullet.'

'Team Leader Zhang, you may not know that designing a type of ammunition is much more difficult than designing a firearm.'

'I really don't know. But I also know that if an ammunition design is successful, it can be used for decades. Then you don't have to do anything. You can just lie around and collect dividends.'

'You're right, but...'

McFarland paused.

Zhang Yong was in no hurry to convince his opponent. He was just making conversation.

With the full-scale outbreak of the world war, it would soon be realised that the rifle's excessive power needed to be changed. Thus, the intermediate power bullet was born.

Of course, this was all a matter for the professionals. He, Zhang Yong, was not one of them. So, he was only responsible for throwing out a few ideas.

That was all a small person like him could do.

He turned his head. He looked at Jin Bufan.

Jin Bufan didn't know if he had heard what they were talking about.

However, even if he had, he probably wouldn't have been interested. Light weapons for the army and so on actually had little impact on war.

The Second World War was the arena for planes, warships, tanks and heavy artillery.

Infantry played a completely supporting role.

They were basically used in coordinated operations. They cleaned up the battlefield after the war.

Except, of course, for the Asian battlefield.

On the Asian battlefield, infantry played a slightly larger role. Because the two sides were fighting like chickens, it was basically all infantry tactics.

However, these national strategies had nothing to do with Zhang Yong.

He couldn't even handle an Air Force Regiment, let alone the others?

Suddenly...

Another yellow dot appeared on the edge of the map.

Zhang Yong observed it without emotion. He noticed that the dot was actually heading towards the MGM Cabaret.

He was curious.

Was it there to meet someone?

Ten minutes later, the yellow dot entered Zhang Yong's field of vision.