Saint Hesse and Natalie came to the Orange Peel Restaurant together, but they didn't encounter anything bloody.
The environment of the Orange Peel Restaurant is still very good, with couples showing off their dog food.
Natasha changed into a simple light green dress. Although her facial features are not exquisite, they look very comfortable when paired together.
Without the cover of the cloth, her brown hair was simply tied up. The only thing missing was the shoes on her feet, which were innocuous. There were also some decorations missing on her delicate neck. Natasha herself was also relatively thin and looked like a little girl.
The waiter at the restaurant's front desk couldn't help but be struck by what a talented and beautiful couple they were.
At first, Saint Jose was afraid that something terrible would happen when he suddenly saw Elena.
He always felt a little guilty, even though Elena was not his girlfriend at all now.
I don’t know what the relationship is.
It turned out that he was overthinking, the restaurant was still very popular on weekends, and Elena was not seen.
Saint Jose found that he and Natasha got along very naturally.
Natasha thought her boss was a bit stupid, a stupid son of a landlord.
St. Jose was also happy to be misunderstood like this. He told the commander the same story, removed the beginning and the end, and said it was very pitiful. He really had a car and a house, his parents were dead, and he claimed that he had inherited the wealth.
And Natasha was the eldest daughter in the family, so she felt a little pity for the stupid boss St. Jose, who had such a pitiful background, and kept fooling around.
Saint Jose suddenly found that he enjoyed the feeling of being cared for like this, and felt a little guilty in his heart.
While we were eating, there was a sudden downpour, which is unusual in the autumn in Argentina.
The two of them ate until eight o'clock, and Saint Jose was preparing to send Natasha home.
As a result, there was too much rain, and when we drove to an intersection, we found that there was some congestion.
"Natasha, it seems you can't go back here."
"Boss, what should I do?"
"I still have a guest room in my house, how about you rest at my house tonight."
"Well, okay."
So St. Jose reversed the car and headed to the college area. The college area was not flooded and the conditions were not bad.
As soon as Saint Jose returned home, he lay on the sofa without wanting to get up. For some reason, his neck felt stiff. He struggled and lay down on the sofa again.
As soon as Natasha saw it, she immediately came to him and gently pushed him up with her hands.
Saint Jose felt very comfortable. Intellectually, he felt that this was inappropriate, but psychologically he wanted to enjoy it for a while longer, so he squinted his eyes.
Natasha gently pushed on Saint Jose's shoulder. Saint Jose did feel that she was too tired today, mainly because she was in a bad mood.
Feeling comfortable, Saint Jose breathed a long sigh of relief.
During the gentle pushing and rubbing, some memories flashed through his brain, and St. Jose returned to his childhood in a trance. At that time, every time he came back from riding a horse, his predecessor's mother would gently massage him.
After a while, Saint Jose felt particularly relaxed.
Natasha also sang softly a folk song, an unknown tune,
The gentle and brisk voice is very relaxing, and it sounds particularly beautiful amidst the drizzle outside the window.
"Boss, your home is so big and there are so many rooms."
Natasha looked envious, and her eyes were a little dim. There were 10 people living in Natasha's home, and she couldn't save much money because of frequent unemployment.
"It's okay. As long as you work hard at Thunder Cross, you can do the same in the future."
"Natasha, thank you. I feel better. You will stay in this room tonight. You can clean up after yourself. I will take a shower first."
Saint Jose stood up, pointed to the room next to his, and said relaxedly.
"Okay, boss, thank you very much."
After taking a shower, Saint Jose felt a little sleepy, so he took a quick shower, closed the door and locked it, wiped his hair and waited for bed. He had to go to class tomorrow.
Natasha felt that she couldn't let go of this opportunity for a young, rich, handsome and rich boss, and the boss seemed to be very kind to her.
After changing her clothes, Natasha twisted the door several times but couldn't open it, so she had to give up, while Saint Jose slept soundly in the room.
Natasha slept on the sofa because she didn't have the key to the house.
Nothing happened all night,
Early the next morning,
St. Jose noticed that Natasha had some dark circles under her eyes and seemed to have not slept well.
"Natasha, you are so early today."
"Boss, I'm used to getting up early." St. Jose cooked some pasta and the two of them had a simple breakfast.
Then he sent Natasha to the Thunder Cross office area, and told Andrew to help her get hired, and then hurried to school. Today was Monday, and it was Teacher Pukins' class. Skipping class would be punished.
…
The Orange Peel Restaurant is in trouble, San Jose has to start preparing for final exams, and the first winter vacation is coming soon.
This semester, St. Jose only knew Cicero and his senior brothers, Professor Pukins and some teachers from the Law Department at school. He didn’t know many people from the University of Buddhism. He occasionally went to the Physics Department, but apart from Yi Lian Na didn't know anyone else.
The student club of the University of Buddhism held a dance and invited St. Jose.
Saint Jose didn't want to go, but he wanted to take a look, so he decided to go.
There were more than a hundred people at the grand dance, most of whom were famous figures from various departments.
Generally speaking, when these students speak, their voices are low and thick, their manners are meticulous, and they appear very clumsy.
It feels like putting on clothes and combing your hair like an adult.
Most people are dancing the tango,
The seniors, seniors, and classmates all dressed up to attend the event. It was a bit novel at first, but then it got boring.
There was no food provided at the dance, only some ordinary beer and simple peanuts. Saint Jose took a sip and felt that the taste was not good.
The bored Saint Jose was wandering around when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure, wearing a gorgeous dress, which looked very much like Elena. At first glance, it was true.
Saint Jose walked around behind Elena and covered Elena's eyes with his hands.
"Elena, long time no see, guess who I am." Saint Jose lowered his voice,
"Cohen, you haven't seen me for a long time." Elena said briskly.
"Lina, let me talk to Cohen for a while first, and you go find your dance partner,"
"Okay, Elena."
Saint Jose and Elena performed a passionate Latin tango with wild movements,
Fortunately, he didn't break Saint Jose's waist, which almost sent him away.
"Argentinians are very passionate when dancing and going on strike, but they are not happy at work." St. Jose said, holding Elena's hand, somewhat jokingly.
"This is indeed an old tradition for us Argentines." The two looked at each other and smiled in understanding.
This kind of passionate tango dance is not suitable for Saint Jose. For his current character, it is a waste of energy.
This ball is indeed an elegant party to meet Elena.
After the two danced the tango, the sound in the venue changed to other songs, a soft Viennese waltz.
The two changed their dance steps and danced gracefully on the stage,
"Elena, what have you been busy with recently?" Saint Jose took the initiative to speak again.
"In recent months, we have been mainly attending classes and doing experiments. Our physics department helped a national institutional committee to do some physics experiments to purify a substance. It was quite troublesome. We lack large-scale computer equipment."
"Oh? What kind of substance is it?"
"You don't understand even after I tell you. This is something taken from the United States and must be kept secret."
"Okay." St. Hesse also gave up asking about this matter. The confidentiality system is just a sieve. When the time comes, let the people in the intelligence team see what is so powerful.
Then he talked about what he had done in the past few months, which made Elena smile.
"Cohen, are you giving away a girl today?" Elena looked at Saint Jose and asked, interrupting him who was bragging.
"Ah? A girl, what girl?" St. Jose replied with a confused look on his face.
"It's a girl wearing a lavender dress. A friend of mine saw her coming out of your house two days ago." St. Hesse's heart suddenly became cold as he remembered Natalie.
"Oh, you're talking about Natasha, the employee at Thunder Cross. Wasn't it raining heavily the day before yesterday? I just finished handling matters at a manor and treated her to a meal. I swear, I have absolutely nothing to do with her."
"Hehe, I believe you, Mr. Cohen, you are a true gentleman." Elena couldn't help but snicker. They had known each other for almost seven or eight months.
"I mean it, Elena, she was our informant and now an official clerk."
"Well, I believe you." Elena kissed Saint Jose on the cheek.
"Elena, how about you be my girlfriend." St. Jose mustered up the courage to say.
"Now, I don't feel very good."
"Okay," Saint Jose said in a frustrated voice.
"How about you give me a bouquet of flowers, maybe I will agree."
"Really? I'll do it right away."
Saint Jose took out a rose from a nearby vase and knelt on one knee.
"Elena, I want to ask you to be my girlfriend."
"I promise you."
…
It’s Saturday again,
"Boss, we have arranged the laboratory." Andrew reported to the side.
After a week of arrangements, the property rights have been transferred to San Jose, and personnel have been arranged to move in and change defenses.
The former Margaret Manor officially changed hands and became the first manor in St. Jose.
"Okay, let's go and take a look." Andrew was responsible for driving and arrived at the former Margaret Manor.
The original signboard has long since been removed.
It has been replaced with the brand name of Rennes Mechanical Research Institute, and the entire manor has become completely new, and the weeds have been trimmed cleanly.
Originally, San Jose wanted to hang up the Rennes Firearms Laboratory brand, but Cicero happened to come with him at that time and told him that the name was not good and the scope was too small.
It's best to make something more grand. In the future, we will not only engage in firearms, but also mechanical research, engines, etc.
This is what engineering departments excel at.
Saint Jose thought it made sense, so he racked his brains to come up with a new name and registered the Rennes Mechanical Laboratory.
Now there is not a single building in the manor that has been divided into a firearms area, responsible for trial production and testing work.
Specially used for the research of firearms, a batch of machines and finished parts were sent from Maria Town, along with several skilled workers.
Phillip also had to arrange things in the factory, so it was a pity that he didn't come with him.
Twenty members of Thunder Cross were also arranged to take charge of security work.
Saint Jose saw everyone working. In addition to the mechanical workers transferred from Maria Town, there were also several part-time workers, Cicero, and Professor Dahn.
"Mr. St. Hesse, I think I found out where the problem lies in the production of firearms." The speaker was Professor Dan Cody, a real expert on firearms and now the part-time director of the institute.
"Professor Dahn, if you need my cooperation, I will fully cooperate."
It only took Professor Dahn two days to fix all the parts and find out the problem.
"I think we can mass-produce these firearms in a week." Professor Dahn said confidently.
"The specific situation has been detected, right? I'm looking forward to the live-fire test next week."
"We can purchase M1911A bullets from small arms factories. It is really troublesome to produce bullets. I actually recommend that the production cost is lower and the performance is not weaker than the M1911A pistol, but in this case we must establish a 9mm bullet production line." Unexpectedly, bullet production is also troublesome. .
"Firearm research and development is a real systematic project, and it cannot be compared with imitation of those firearms. This requires a long period of massive calculations and experiments before it can be successfully developed. If you start, it is best to start with imitation. Small-caliber bullets , is the future direction in the future." As expected of a true expert, he always hits the nail on the head.
"Bullet production is not easy. If it takes too much time to build it from scratch, I suggest looking for a bullet production line from Italy, France, or Switzerland, even if it is a second-hand one."
"Okay, Professor Dahn, I'm really sorry to trouble you."
Saint Jose finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was no problem with the pistol project.
The next step is to get orders and reduce production costs. It seems that a firearms factory must be formally established to produce these pistols.
As for the research and development of weapons, there is indeed not enough talent now, so let’s start by purchasing European assault rifle production lines. The progress must be accelerated.
If you develop it yourself, it depends too much on your strength. Let’s start slowly.
The Domingo Weapons Factory has already trial-produced the M1911A in small batches, and San Jose is also prepared not to be accepted by the Ministry of Defense. Fortunately, if the performance is good and tens of thousands of them are produced, they can always be used in the future.
The low cost of the new Italian pistol seemed to be a good choice, which allowed Professor Dahn and the workers in the mold factory to start drawing, stamping, cutting and polishing step by step.
Made of steel + plastic, the cost is much lower than that of American products, and it uses 9mm bullets. The cost of bare brass is much lower. The small caliber does not affect the power of the bullets.
You have to be prepared for everything, copy cheap and durable Italian products, and expensive American heavy-duty products with good performance.
