The typo was later corrected] Barry naturally didn’t want to hear nonsense and shouted angrily:
"What exactly is the problem?"
"Check it out quickly!"
The designers were so frightened that they scattered in all directions. Some people hurriedly turned over the thick design drawings on the table, some checked the gun with a broken barrel, and some collected the fragments on the ground and gathered them together. Discuss together in a low voice...
In front of MacArthur and Deputy General Manager Barry, everyone was naturally very efficient. It only took less than a minute for a gray-bearded Hesse designer who seemed to be the leader to walk out of the crowd tremblingly and replied to the leader:
"Dear Mr. Barry, it stands to reason that there should be no problems with the design of this rifle."
The two leaders were talking at the same time, looking at their gray beards with frosty expressions.
Leaders don’t need to talk much...
The gray beard visibly swallowed before continuing to explain:
"This rifle is called K1098. It is an excellent rifle designed by Jiuzhou City Firearms Group. We bought a complete set of drawings from them."
"In other words, this is a finished rifle, not developed by us. Logically speaking, there should be no problems."
Hearing this, Barry glanced at his boss MacArthur and seemed to say on his behalf:
"bought?"
"Of course I bought it!" Gray Beard nodded quickly:
"Although we in Cochin have the most elite design team in the continent and have designed so many creative and advanced weapons as in the showrooms outside, you know..."
"Weapons must be tested in actual combat, and must be continuously improved and polished before they can eventually become perfect. We currently lack the time and opportunity for testing... Therefore, it is appropriate to purchase some mature gun designs and buy them in Cochin Counterfeiting is also quite common!”
“This will definitely speed up our production schedule!”
This statement was so reasonable that even Director Mo nodded thoughtfully in agreement.
Deputy General Manager Barry nodded slightly: "Yes."
The gray beard seemed relieved and quickly struck while the iron was hot:
"Unless...there is something wrong with the design drawings we got! I mean, Jiuzhou City Gun Manufacturing Company is a federal industry. Mr. Barry, you said..."
"Is it possible that they deliberately sold us fake drawings? After all, they are the Federation and belong to us Hesse people..."
"Enemy?" Barry immediately turned to look at MacArthur:
"It's possible!"
Mo Zhi sighed inwardly... Sure enough, there are no worries that conspiracy theories can't solve.
It seems that the guy responsible for purchasing the blueprints is going to take the blame.
MacArthur suddenly cursed angrily:
"Who was responsible for purchasing the K1098 rifle design?"
Unexpectedly, all the designers in the room turned their heads and looked at Deputy General Manager Barry.
Barry: "..."
Mozhi was stunned for a moment... Good guy, this is so silly!
Epic almost laughed.
Barry's old face suddenly turned red: "No, Mr. MacArthur, I said the wrong thing!"
"Don't worry, I am indeed the person responsible for purchasing K1098, but I swear to the God of Iron, the God of Immortality, and the Gods of Hesse that I will never take kickbacks from the purchase or embezzle the purchase money from Cochin Lem... ..."
As he spoke, Barry straightened his chest:
"I am a great Hesse! With the pride and honor of the Hesse, I will never betray Mr. MacArthur!"
"Money...haha, money can't shake my loyalty to Cochin Lem!"
"It's only forty-eight gold dollars. Even ninety-six gold dollars can't make me tempted at all!"
Everyone, including all the designers, looked at Barry again.
MacArthur: "..."
Unexpectedly, he smiled secretly, suppressing the sound and raised his head to look at the ceiling.
Shi Shi rolled his eyes, feeling equally uncomfortable.
"Come here!" MacArthur shouted angrily.
Several heavily armed Hesse soldiers rushed in immediately. MacArthur didn't even bother to explain, and said coldly:
"Drag him out and beat him to death with sticks!"
Barry was stunned, and before he could beg for mercy or call for help, he was dragged out by several Hesse soldiers.
The cry for mercy came from far away from outside after a long time, and then came the heartbreaking cry of pain, which finally calmed down.
Mozhi said admiringly to MacArthur:
"Mr. Jason is indeed decisive in killing, I admire you!"
MacArthur shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Director Mo is laughing."
After saying that, the real boss of Cochin Lem looked at the gray beard again and asked:
"How is our current situation? Do you think there are any visible problems with the company's operations?"
The gray-bearded man had already relaxed since he saw Deputy General Manager Barry lose his life. When he heard the boss's question, he quickly retracted his thoughts, thought briefly, and answered:
"After all, our Cochin Lemme team was just established, and the team was formed by us Hesse people. After all, it needs to be adjusted... There are still scumbags like Barry who try to take advantage of others within the company."
"Well, this is just one aspect. The more important question is...Mr. Jason, we can't be fully autonomous now?"
MacArthur nodded and motioned for him to continue.
Gray Beard cleared his throat:
"Of course, under my leadership, the design team can give full play to the wisdom of our Hesse people, so in the entire Cochinlam, the work of our design department is the best!"
"Oh, by the way, you just asked me about the autonomy... Well, this is a big problem. We are still unable to produce the copper needed for manufacturing and the copper needed for bullets, um... As you know, the southern provinces do not have corresponding metal smelting plants."
"In other words, we absolutely need to purchase these materials from other provinces."
"Even gunpowder, we in Cochin, cannot produce it ourselves..."
MacArthur nodded after hearing this and sighed helplessly again.
This shows that what the gray-bearded man said is true... He was secretly thinking, but he was also quite surprised.
In Cochin, does it even need to purchase basic raw materials...
This is very Hesse...
Too low!
Not to mention anything else, if there is really a war with the Federation, the Federation only needs to cut off the transportation lines of the southern provinces, and this side will run out of ammunition and food.
After finishing speaking, seeing that his boss seemed satisfied with his analysis, the gray beard became excited and did not forget to take the opportunity to show off his team again:
"Mr. Jason, our design department can be said to be the department that you can rest assured of. It is also the best team in Cochin from the inside out!"
MacArthur nodded:
"Good job! Keep it up and I will raise your salary for all of you out there!"
"As long as they do well...I, MacArthur Jason, will never be stingy with rewards for my employees!"
Everyone was immediately delighted, and the atmosphere in the entire office suddenly became cheerful and full of joy.
At this moment, a young designer who had been sitting on the table, flipping through design drawings, suddenly stood up straight, pushed up the heavy lenses on his face, and reported to MacArthur:
"Boss, I found the reason why the gun exploded!"
MacArthur was quite surprised. He turned around to look at the young man and asked approvingly:
"What's the problem?!"
"It's...it's a problem with the heat treatment of the barrel!" The young man glanced at his immediate leader, the gray beard, intentionally or unintentionally, and finally looked at MacArthur and said firmly:
"The design drawings say that the raw material steel of the gun barrel needs to be cold rolled at 400 degrees twice before it can be cold forged and drilled... However, we only did 360 degrees..."
The gray beard was furious when he heard this: "360 degrees is correct!"
Obviously, this matter should be on him, otherwise he wouldn't be so anxious.
Having just finished praising his gray beard, MacArthur looked ugly again and asked the young man in a calm voice:
"what happened?"
"It's him, it's him!" The young man pointed at his gray beard: "The orders he gave did not follow the drawing parameters!"
"Nonsense!" Gray Beard suddenly became furious.
After all, how could you not be annoyed when you finally managed to please your boss, only to be ruined by such a short-sighted young subordinate?
He pointed at the young man angrily:
"The temperature of 360 degrees is the most correct choice! You are still young and you don't understand craftsmanship! Do you understand?"
"The weather in our southern province is hot! After spring, there is a long period of high temperatures of 40 degrees. Therefore, if the 40-degree ambient temperature is added to the 400-degree standard, then the actual processing temperature of the steel will reach 440 degrees! That is truly exceeding the standard! "
"You are still too young. We need to calculate the temperature of the environment and lower the processing temperature. Isn't 40 degrees plus 360 degrees of heat treatment exactly the 400 degrees required by the drawing!"
young people:"......"
epic:"......"
MacArthur was stunned.
Mozhi also felt a little stiff on his face.
What a genius! ! !
This algorithm is so weird and so reasonable!
Even people like me who didn’t learn math well in elementary school understood it!
This is very Hesse, this brain circuit is simply invincible!
At this level... he can still be the leader of the design team? Mobi finally understood why there were so many messy weapons in the showroom.
MacArthur's face was almost dripping with water, and he turned around and left.
Unpredictable and Epic quickly followed.
As if he felt really embarrassed, the richest man in the federation suddenly stood still and shouted to the Hesse soldiers on both sides:
"Go and drag out the guy with the gray beard inside!"
"Beat to death with sticks!!!"
After saying that, he made an invitation gesture to Mu Zhi and Epic, and silently led the way.
............
As for the screams and the like, of course Mozhi couldn't hear them.
Following MacArthur, we climbed to the third floor.
This is naturally the office of MacArthur's boss. It is similar to the local style of Hesse. The boss's office not only occupies an entire floor, but is also very luxuriously decorated, many times more luxurious than the unpredictable captain's office.
After all, he is the richest man in the federation, and his standards are certainly much higher than those of a small and unpredictable director.
Seemingly because of the recent embarrassing situation, MacArthur no longer talked about the topic of Cochin Lem, but ordered the maid to open a bottle of fine wine to entertain the two allies who had just reached a cooperative relationship.
In fact, one can still read a little embarrassment on his face. After all, Epic is the future saint of Hesse. The cooperation between the two parties was originally smooth sailing, but they did not expect that this series of episodes would embarrass the richest man in the federation.
Just as the three of them sat down to have a drink and chat, the servant outside the door knocked on the door and announced:
"Mr. Jason, Mr. Castroel is here."
"Oh?" MacArthur was slightly surprised and thought briefly for two seconds before turning to look at Epic:
"Elder, you can meet Mr. Castrol."
"Their family is the famous Megan family in the southern province. At the same time, the Megan family is also an important supplier of gunpowder to the Cochin Lem Company."
Hearing this, Shi Shi nodded slightly and did not refuse.
Now that an alliance has been reached with MacArthur, good communication and mutual understanding between the two parties are still necessary. MacArthur's willingness to introduce important suppliers is not an unreasonable request, but to show sincerity.
Afterwards, the man known as Mr. Castroel was guided through the door by his servants.
The gunpowder supplier from Cochinlum was about forty years old, of medium build, and had the short sideburns that were quite common among the Hesse people.
When he entered the door, he saw the epic and unpredictable man sitting next to MacArthur. Castro was stunned for a moment, then smiled and saluted with his hands clasped together:
"Mr. MacArthur!"
"Hesse's future first saint, Ms. Sophia is also here!"
After saluting the two of them, he turned to look at the last Director Mo Da. The smile on his face disappeared and he said in a deep voice with a hint of fun:
"I didn't expect that Director Mo is here too!"
It was difficult to predict the deep hostility from his expression and tone.
Not only that, but Mr. Castroel's body was faintly filled with fluctuations of the symbol source, as if it was ready to explode at any time.
The contractor, looks like an orange level... Mo Zhi was confused. He had never met this person before, or even heard of him. He didn't know where this hostility came from.
"Mr. Castrol is an important partner of mine! Not only is he the eldest son of the Mason family, but his Josestan Company is also a famous enterprise in the southern province." MacArthur introduced without hesitation of praise:
"He is also the guest I invited for today's luncheon... We just meet today, so we can collaborate with each other in the future."
Although he saw Castroel's hostility towards the unpredictable, the richest man in the federation as the host naturally did not want to stir up trouble at this time, and based on the principle of stability, he tried to appease the new guest and Director Mo.
Castroel smiled insincerely upon hearing this, replying to MacArthur's intention, but turned to face the epic:
"The pearl of Hesse! The future saint! You are simply more charming than the rumors say."
"Just one look at you and I'm already fascinated."
After saying that, he actually leaned down and performed a foot-kissing ceremony that only a Hesse man would do to a distinguished lady.
This is the most annoying thing about Epic...but on this occasion, it's hard to refuse.
However, Castrol seemed to already know about the relationship between Director Mo and Saint Hersé. He leaned down and glanced at Mo Zhi provocatively. Then he lowered his head and knelt down with cold eyes and kissed the epic. on the instep.
As if he thought this was not enough, he tilted his head at the same time, and while looking at the unpredictable again, he stuck out his tongue and licked the instep of the epic in a playful way.
