George refused the interview directly.
It is better to be famous early, but the first bird to stick out will be shot.
A yellow man swallowed up a white factory without paying a penny. In the eyes of some Americans, this is absolutely unacceptable. If they want to buy it for free, it will be a disaster.
Besides, the reporter came to interview just to report how he bought it for free. This is like holding a lantern in the toilet to illuminate the shit!
So, George chose to refuse directly.
What is the most important thing now?
Of course, it is to make new products.
...
How long does it take to produce 17 parts?
It takes 4 days!
From designing the fixture to producing it, and then adjusting the machine, the first batch of products was produced by engineering preliminary processing.
Four days later, the first batch of 100 43-version Uru submachine guns were freshly produced.
Touching the submachine gun in his hand, George was a little excited, not only because he designed it, but also because the appearance of this submachine gun meant that he brought the future product to the world.
In any case, even if it was a submachine gun, it was from the future!
Thinking so in his heart, George picked up the submachine gun and fired at the target in front of the wall. With the rapid gunshots, the wooden target was hit into a honeycomb. Although the sandbags behind occasionally splashed some dust, most of the bullets hit the target.
"Not bad, not bad..."
Holding the submachine gun, George said proudly.
"Okay, this gun is definitely better than the British Sten submachine gun, at least..."
After turning the safety with his thumb, George pulled the trigger and smiled,
"At least it's safer than the British water pipe gun."
Looking at the proud boss, Carl said on the side.
"Boss, although that's what I said, no matter how good the product is, it must be sold first, otherwise it's worthless!"
Carl was deeply touched by this. Why did his factory become someone else's? It was because the products produced could not be sold. It was not because of the quality of the products, but because... When he mentioned the old things, Karl wanted to cry!
"Mr. Karl, it will definitely be sold."
Li Leqin, who was standing aside, interrupted directly.
"After all, no one in the world can refuse cheap and excellent weapons."
Although this submachine gun was not designed by himself, Li Leqin, who participated in the production throughout the process and adjusted the investigation and participated in the design of the tooling process, knew very well that this was a very excellent weapon.
"And it is such a weapon. We compared it with the Thompson submachine gun, the M3 submachine gun and the Sten submachine gun. It has higher accuracy, better reliability, and the lowest cost. Even the Sten can't be as low as it..."
How can it be done?
This gun has only seventeen parts! And quite a few parts are stamped parts.
"George, you are right."
Chief Designer Simpson also said.
"I have asked my old colleagues in the Inland Company. There is always a shortage of submachine guns on the front line, and the M3 submachine gun is a disposable light weapon. Once it is damaged, it will be thrown away. Therefore, if there is a suitable replacement, the military will definitely be willing to purchase it."
"Carl, you see, the eyes of the masses are sharp."
George turned and glanced at Li Leqin, nodded at him, and asked.
"Where are you from! When did you come to the United States?"
"Boss, my hometown is Jinan, Shandong. I was admitted to Tsinghua University in 1933. When the Anti-Japanese War broke out in 1936, I moved south with the school. In 1937, I went to the United States to study through French Central and South China..."
The seemingly short answer is actually the experience of a generation. Why so many talents emerged in this generation? It may be because of their experience that they understand what they need to do.
Looking at Li Leqin and his compatriots on the test field, George thought to himself that what he needed to do now was to provide them with a platform to give full play to their strengths, so that these talents could be put to good use.
...
If you want to provide them with a platform to give full play to their strengths, you need a lot of money. Once again, George continued to play the role of a human carrier. Unlike the previous visit to Havana, this time at the airport, in addition to the special car driver, there was another one - Song Bing. This girl in a chiffon dress and a sun hat was standing next to a car.
When George saw this beautiful girl who looked a bit like a Hong Kong star in later generations, he was inevitably a little surprised.
"Miss Song, what are you doing?"
"Hello, Mr. George, welcome to Havana."
Song Bing said generously.
"My father knows you are coming to Havana, so he asked me to pick you up. If you don't mind, you can come to our house."
"That's not necessary."
George instinctively chose to refuse. After all, living in someone else's house is inconvenient.
"Miss Song, I appreciate your father's kindness, but I have already booked a room at the hotel. Thank you, father and Miss Song."
Song Bing was not used to the man's politeness and refusal. After all, few people would refuse her.
On the way to the hotel, in order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Song Bing took the initiative to speak.
"Mr. George, thank you for your help. With your order, several sugar factories of Huashang have resumed work. I didn't expect you to come so soon and bring so many orders..."
Looking at the man next to her, Song Bing's tone was full of gratitude. Compared with her father's sad face before, her father is now devoted to the sugar factory and organizing production. Seeing her father with a happy face, she felt much better.
"Miss Song, you don't have to be polite. We are all compatriots, so it's only right for us to help each other. Besides, your father sent 10% more goods last time. Your father is so honest in doing business, which is really admirable. But you don't have to be like this in the future. Business is business, and we will cooperate for a long time in the future."
George's light words fell into Song Bing's ears. She felt a sense of distance. This person seemed to have been deliberately keeping a distance.
Really... I can't figure it out.
The girl in a spinning dress raised her eyebrows and decided not to talk anymore. However, after a few minutes, she couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Mr. George, what do you do in the United States? Just trade?"
"Trade is just a sideline. I recently acquired a factory in New York."
Hearing him say this, the girl became even more curious. She asked quickly.
"Mr. George also opened a factory? What does it produce?"