"Weapon production and sales are not permitted. The ATF card is very deadly. Officials in charge of this area and people from the Rifle Association wear a pair of pants. It is difficult for us to interfere."
Smith pondered for a while, then spoke.
Hearing what the other party said, Ye Qing was a little lost. But immediately, I also realized a problem.
If there is absolutely no way to do it, Smith doesn't need to explain so much. Since he explained it, it means that he is moved by his proposal, and even said that there is a solution.
"Do you know any alternatives? If not, I think the conversation between us will end here."
Ye Qing thought for a while and decided to put a little pressure on the other party. Moreover, Ye Qing didn't talk nonsense about this.
In his hands, there is indeed no accurate formula for this porcelain clay. The most important additive, he still doesn't know what the ingredients are.
If there is no way to cooperate, there is really no need to continue this conversation.
"Nothing can be done with normal weapons production licenses, but our intelligence department can still speak for special weapons production licenses. However, the premise is that the performance of the guns you make meet our requirements."
Hearing what Smith said, Ye Qing felt a little regretful. The production license for special weapons sounds like cowhide. But with this license, weapons produced are not allowed to enter the market at all.
Only supply to relevant government agencies, once these agencies stop purchasing. Then this permit will become a piece of waste paper.
"Yes, this is fine too. After all, I am a good citizen who abides by the law."
After hesitating for a while, Ye Qing still decided to agree.
Freezing three feet is not a day's cold. It is indeed a matter of course to want to obtain a weapon production license in one step. First get a special weapons production license, and then slowly plot.
Moreover, there is a history of weapons supply. I believe it will be easier to apply for a weapon production license in the future.
"Yes, if the cooperation is happier in the future, I think I would suggest that Los Santos give Mr. Ye the honor of being an outstanding citizen."
Hearing what Ye Qing said, Smith smiled and joked. Then his tone became a little serious.
"In addition, we have another requirement. The patent for this weapon can belong to you. However, an exclusive agreement must be signed, which means that this weapon can only be provided to federal agencies."
Looking at Smith's sharp eyes, those eyes that seemed to be devastating made Ye Qing's hair stand up again, who had just relaxed.
"Okay, I agree."
After thinking about it, Ye Qing nodded and agreed. When it comes to this step, it is difficult to disagree. As for this exclusive agreement, he is not Lockheed. There is no way to hide such a big fighter plane, and it is difficult to resell it. Eyes are everywhere.
A small pistol is a submachine gun. Such a big thing, I really want to give it to other countries. Just wrap it up, and just throw it at the door of the embassy.
"Okay, now that the matter is settled. Let's go first, thanks to Mr. Ye for his hospitality. This is my business card. After Mr. Ye's research and development results come out, you can call me directly."
Looking at the other's eyes rolling around, Smith clearly knew what Ye Qing was thinking. But he is also used to it, none of these arms dealers are fuel-efficient lamps.
As long as they have enough benefits, they even dare to sell nuclear bombs.
Even Ye Qing can only be regarded as a quasi-arms dealer now. But Smith saw ambition in the eyes of this young Chinese.
"Wait, Mr. Smith. I don't have a rifling machine. I want to make a gun. I'm afraid I need your help for this equipment. Of course, I can pay the price."
Seeing the other person getting up, Ye Qing called out quickly. I don't have a weapon production license now. If there is no such CIA person to come forward,
Where can I get equipment? Without a rifling machine, is it possible to make yourself a musket? !
"Yes, the equipment you want will be delivered to you this afternoon. However, I can say in advance. In three months, if you don't have a finished product or show me hope. Then this equipment will be confiscated. ."
"it is good!"
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Ye Qing didn't say anything. He just slowly returned to his seat and watched Smith leave with a group of people.
"Hey, boss. What happened? Why are the CIA people calling? Could it be that you are an agent sent by China?"
Smith's people left, and Kang En's group, who had been stopped outside the store, was able to enter the store. As soon as he entered the door, Harris yelled.
"Don't show off your poor IQ, Harris. If Ye is an agent of Huaguo, can he still sit here now?"
Conn, who has a stable temperament, is the most uncomfortable with Harris' exaggeration. Every time he caught the loopholes in his words, he slammed back mercilessly.
"Ye, although I don't know why they are looking for you, I believe you are a good person. I have to remind you of something."
After a word from Harris, Kang En's expression became serious.
"Just when they were leaving, I saw what the leader arranged for the person next to me. Then one of them went to the apartment opposite us. I think there should be their observation post in the apartment across the street."
"Thank you, I see, Conn."
Ye Qing gave a wry smile. I always feel that my way of opening seems a little wrong. After the other protagonists get the system, the people around them seem to be caught in the aura of Jiang Zhi. But when it comes to myself... Don't talk about it.
I was crushed by Hannah mentally, and now I was rubbed against the ground by the bald Smith of IQ. Ye Qing has been wondering where his flaws are exposed.
The other party's arrangement is obviously to stare at himself. Avoid telling other countries about the characteristics of this weapon so that they can take precautions.
Because if it is to acquire technology, they don't need to be so polite. In other words, Ye Qing didn't think that a porcelain clay formula was worth fighting for the giant CIA.
"Also, Harris, Sean. Don't worry, everyone. It's okay. I just talked to the CIA people about a deal. They took a fancy to my porcelain clay formula and wanted to use guns for ceramic agents."
Looking at the people in the store who looked a little dignified, Ye Qing explained with a smile.
"Oh, yes. Harris, has the money from the bidding website come over? They will send a rifling machine in the afternoon, and you need to pay according to the price."
"It should be available before noon today. I have to say, boss, you really belong to you."
Harris nodded, his tone as boastful as ever. But after spending so much time together, Ye Qing could also hear the sound of relief in his heart.
"Agent with a gun, cool!"v