Chapter 36: Secret Meeting (3)

  Chapter 36: Secret Meeting (3)

  Wang Changhu is now very embarrassed, he glared at Hua Fuer with a fierce gaze, and Hua Fuer looked wronged and muttered: "This is what you asked me to take out, this is what you asked me to take out."

  The young marshal with a hint of interest asked: "What did you used to do?"

  Hua Fu'er immediately stood up straight and replied: "Reporting to Young Master. I used to be a changed gun, later I used my own gun to smash your car glass, was caught into prison, and then I followed our boss."

  "Ah, right, there's this too; by the way, who did you say was the boss?"

  "He pointed at Wang Changhu and said: "He is our boss."

  Wang Changhu smiled and said: "My subordinates and I are in a debt relationship, so I am their boss."

  The young master nodded slightly and asked Huafu: "How much money do you owe your boss?"

  Hua Fu'er was about to respond when Wang Changhu suddenly said: "Ten thousand taels."

  Hua Fu'er immediately looked at Wang Changhu and asked weakly: "How did three thousand more taels come out?"

  Wang Changhu ignored him and continued: "15,000 dollars."

  The flower pot is like a frost-bitten eggplant - it's gone bad.

  The young marshal coughed and said, "Tiger, don't scare Huafu anymore. If Huafu is wrong, your mistake is even bigger. It's not that they could come to me to sell night pots if you hadn't forced them into this situation? So your mistake is the biggest. According to your logic, how much should you owe? Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions? Or over a billion?

  Wang Changhu was taken aback and said: "This, this..."

  At this time, Hua Fu'er suddenly knelt down to Shao Shuai and wailed: "Shao Shuai, you can't do this! If you want to let the boss owe money again, we, we..."

  Wang Changhu was deeply moved, what a good subordinate! When I get back, I must reward him; but after Hua Fuer finished speaking, Wang Changhu's nose almost crooked.

  Hua Fu continued: "If you let our boss owe you tens of millions, he will spread the money to our heads, and then we brothers really can't live; it's better for General Xiao to issue a military order, not allowing him to spread it out, how much he owes has nothing to do with us, go ahead and make him owe, we thousands of brothers support you."

  Wang Changhu was so angry that his whole body shook, and he kicked Hua Fu'er to the ground with a loud "thud".

  The young general suppressed the smile in his heart and said to Wang Changhu: "Wang Changhu, you are too presumptuous, hurry up and help Hua Fu'er up."

  Wang Changhu snorted and grabbed Huafu's collar, lifting him up and saying: "We'll settle the score when we get back."

  The young marshal walked over and asked Huafu, "What kind of gun did you modify yourself? The power is so great that I have to say my car is a bulletproof vehicle. Generally, the glass can't be broken by ordinary guns."

  "It's just an ordinary Type 79 rifle," said Hua Fu'er, "but the barrel of mine is a bit longer and the bullet head is made of steel."

  Wang Changhu's heart moved and he immediately started drawing on the remaining paper from just now.

  At this time, the young marshal fell into thought for a moment, patted Flower Fu's shoulder, and walked back to the chair, asking: "Flower Fu, since you've all sold so many chamber pots, why hasn't this one been sold?"

  Hua Fu'er smiled bitterly and said: "It's not that I don't want to sell, it's just that Zhao Yu won't let me."

  "Why?" asked Shao Jun.

  Hua Fu'er replied: "Zhao Yu said that Americans have no money, and this pot should be sold to the British. He also said that good goods are sold to imperial families, I believe him, so I didn't sell."

  The young general listened with great interest and continued to ask: "Then you plan to sell it to that emperor, how much will you sell it for?"

  Hua Fu'er replied excitedly: "Zhao Yu said he wants to sell this vase to the British Queen, and won't sell it for less than ￡1 million!"

  The young marshal's face twitched slightly too much, and he rubbed his cheek with his hand.

  After calming down from the shock, he asked: "That Zhao Yu seems to be quite formidable, what kind of thing is he daring to sell?"

  Hua Fu'er started blowing up: "That's right, when we first came, as soon as he saw the Young Marshal's Mansion, he said, 'Wow, this must be worth a lot of money!' I asked him at the time, 'Young Marshal's Mansion? You dare to sell it?' This kid glared and said, 'What's not for sale...'"

  Hua Fu'er saw Shao's face getting darker and darker, so he quickly shut his mouth.

  Shao Shuai glared at Hua Fu'er and decided to meet this audacious Zhao Yu; he said, "Wang Changhu, where is Zhao Yu?"

  Wang Changhu didn't make a sound and continued painting away.

  The young general walked over curiously and looked at Wang Changhu's painting. Finally, Wang Changhu finished his painting. The young general asked him: "Where is Zhao Yu?"

  Wang Changhu subconsciously replied: "I told Zhao Yu to go catch Smith."

  The young general was taken aback, pointing at Wang Changtian's nose and shouting: "You, you're being reckless!"

  Wang Changhu was taken aback, and immediately realized he had misspoken. Ma Shan hastily made excuses: "Young Marshal, wasn't this all for your sake? Otherwise, I wouldn't have risked so much to kidnap him."

  "Was it for me?"

  Wang Changhu called the attendant to bring a world map and said: "In the future, our silver will be left in the United States. If it goes through other banks, people will soon discover that the money is not legitimate, so we need to set up our own bank in the United States for normal business operations, and Smith will be the person in charge of this bank. I want Zhao Yu to accompany him as our Chinese representative. You also know that it's hard for Chinese people to open a bank in the US. If Smith is there, it will be much easier. However, we need to give him some shares to make him surrender.

  The young general frowned and said, "Attendant officer, send someone to check if Smith is still there immediately. Also, find Zhao Yu, you know him, call both of them over."

  The attendant replied and went out.

  Shao Shuai focused his eyes on the picture that Wang Changhu had just drawn, and when he saw a gun with a barrel length of two meters, he asked Wang Changhu: "What kind of gun is this?"

  "This is a Soviet-made anti-tank rifle called PTRD (single-shot manual loading), very powerful, and a sharp tool for hitting tanks."

  "Who's tank are you going to hit?" the young marshal asked in a puzzled tone.

  "The Japanese!"

  The young marshal looked at the data on the gun barrel and said, "This 14.5mm caliber is too large for us to produce, and this bullet indicates an armor-piercing incendiary shell, which we also cannot produce now." He shook his head after finishing speaking.

  Wang Changhu explained: "My data is not fixed; I heard that the Shenyang Arsenal had produced 11mm caliber rifles. If we use an 11mm caliber barrel, it should be enough to deal with Japanese tanks. As for armor-piercing incendiary bullets, they already appeared in World War I, it's not a big secret, and studying them should make it possible to produce them."

  "Alright, I'll get someone to take a look at you right now."

  He beckoned a guard and told him, "Go outside and call in Mr. Bai Xing (the chief consultant of Shenyang Ordnance Factory)."

  The guard called in a foreigner after a while, and Shao Shuai introduced Wang Changhu to him. Everyone was polite for a moment;

  Shao Shuai handed the two drawings made by Wang Changtiger to Bai Xing. After looking at them for a while, Bai Xing took out a pen and started writing and drawing on the original picture. After a good while, Bai Xing stopped and said: "We can make these two guns, but we need to make some improvements. For example, the caliber of the AK47 should be changed to that of the 79 rifle; this anti-tank gun should use an 11mm caliber barrel; as for the armor-piercing incendiary bullet, it's not a problem at all, we just need to replace the bullet head with an alloy one and match it with flammable gunpowder."

  Wang Changhu asked: "Can you estimate the thickness of the enemy's frontal armor that can be penetrated by an anti-tank gun?"

  Bai Xing said: "Be conservative, piercing 15 cm frontal armor should be no problem."

  Shao Shuai and Wang Changhu were both very happy, and even drew another picture with Wang Changhu, which was handed over to Bai Xing.

  Young Marshal is getting impatient: What's wrong with this Wang Changhu, won't he ever finish?

  Bai Xing looked at it for a while and said: "No problem, but the accuracy of this thing is not very high, are you sure you want to produce it?" Wang Changhu nodded.

  Shao Shuai took over the new drawing of Wang Changhu and looked at it carefully. On it, a gasoline barrel was drawn tilted on a slope with some data and the name "Combat Engineer Cannon" written below.

  "What's this thing used for?"

  Wang Changhu pointed it out to him on horseback, telling the young marshal that this was a explosive pack launcher made according to the firing principle of mortars, which belonged to relatively simple heavy weapons. In the absence of heavy weapons, this thing can be used as a substitute. The young marshal took a few glances and didn't show any particular interest, which also made Wang Changhu feel at ease. Otherwise, if he had to use this thing against the Red Army, it would be a joke.

  Shao Shuai let Bai Xing take away the drawings and Flower Fortune, instructing him to study the results as soon as possible. Wang Changhu also told Flower Fortune to get into role as soon as possible, striving to equip the troops with his own designed weapons a day earlier.

  After a while, the attendant called and said that Smith had been found, and had been cheated by Zhao Yu to the command center, and would be sent back soon.

  During this time, General Shao saw off some guests and, at Wang Changhu's reminder, kept a lawyer behind to draw up a contract of sale in the form of a body bond, which only awaited Smith's signature.

  After a while, Smith and Zhao Yu walked into the Tiger Hall with laughter. Shao Shuai was puzzled: Didn't Zhao Yu tie up Smith? He glanced at Wang Changhu, who slightly shook his head towards him.

  Smith was delighted to see the young marshal and Wang Changtiger, shook hands with them separately, and was about to talk about buying silver; Wang Changtiger said first: "Mr. Smith, we want to set up a bank in the United States and would like to hire you as the general manager, what do you think?

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