18 big python companies

Anaconda is an arms company founded in 1930, and its founders smelled the future chaos in the midst of the world's Great Depression, so they established such a company. I want to use this to make a fortune in a national disaster. But in the beginning, the company didn't have any eye-catching products or technology, it just relied on some old machinery bought cheaply to produce some personal weapons. Its main customers are not serious things, mostly gangsters from all over the United States. But apparently, in the field of remanufacturing firearms, this small business is no match for guys like Colt at all, and even the gangsters don't think much of their weapons. If it weren't for the fact that it was sometimes possible to buy privately things that could not be bought through regular channels, such as explosives such as grenades, (which was of course illegal) the company would have gone bankrupt by the end of 1932 at most.

However, at the end of 32, the addition of a shareholder changed the situation of the company. Under this operation, the company received a large order for the first time - to imitate 2,000 Mauser pistols, which is commonly known as "20 shots" by the Chinese, box guns. Of course, this order is not a serious order, as can be seen from one of the requirements of the order: the guns must be marked with Mauser's inscription.

The guns were transported by a truck on a rainy evening, and as for where they went, no one in the company knew about them, and no one {}{small} said that 3w.ybdu did not want to know. However, a few months later, the price of narcotics on the American market suddenly increased quite a bit. It is said that it is because of the large-scale gang fights in countries such as Mexico and Colombia, which have affected the production and sale of narcotics. According to the newspapers, the local gangsters were suddenly given a large number of special weapons - a submachine pistol with extremely ferocious firepower. Compared to the traditional gangster Chicago typewriter, this thing is much smaller, and although it is still slightly larger than a regular pistol, it can still be easily concealed on the body, and its firepower at close range is close to the level of a Chicago typewriter. It is really a must-have boutique for home travel, murder and arson.

The guns set off a bloody storm, and the local police department also suffered. The authorities traced it, but the Germans categorically denied that they wanted these countries to export such offensive pistols.

The guns turned the company around, and shortly after the first orders, additional orders followed. In fact, the local police were not unaware of the company's problems, such as the possibility that they were infringing on the intellectual property rights of the Germans. But after all, in these recessionary times, this company is creating jobs. As long as these things are not sold in large quantities to American gangsters and let them fight everywhere, no one will really care about him.

With this money, which smelled of blood and coca, the company survived and even developed to a certain extent. By the end of 1933, the company was not only profitable, but also recruited many technicians from other underperforming companies and updated their machinery. It was at this time that Ron's eldest brother came to the company.

By this time, the company had turned its gaze further afield. In addition to South America, Africa and Asia are all part of the company's business. Relying on legal or illegal means, companies began to send more low-cost, mediocre and lethal weapons to those chaotic areas. Including guns, ordinary grenades, as well as explosive incendiary grenades (factory version of Molotov cocktails).

By 1935, the company had become one of the largest production centers in the United States for copycat foreign firearms. With the further expansion of the scale, not having its own brand is obviously not conducive to further development. The battle between Italy and Ethiopia in 1935 gave it such an opportunity. Under the Italian blockade, the Anaconda Company was still able to use its efficient underground smuggling network to get weapons in. This war, which lasted for many years, brought more profits to the company and directly affected the style of the company's weapons. Since the Libyans do not guarantee good maintenance of weapons, the reliability of the company's weapons is always high, which, of course, also affects other performance. For example, the Python 1 rifle developed by the company has a significant gap in both rate of fire and accuracy compared with the Lienfest rifle that the Ethiopians got from the British. But it's still a favorite among Ethiopians because it's basically maintenance-free. This advantage became even more evident in May 1936, during the period of guerrilla warfare following the fall of the Ethiopian capital. In July 1936, a civil war broke out in Spain. In competition with the Soviet-made Mosinagan with the same high reliability and high precision, the Anaconda 1 was able to compete with it by virtue of its cheap price and lighter weight. Although the python is still a small one, its progress is obvious to all. By now, it can make rifles, machine guns, as well as some mortars and small artillery.

But now, the company faces a new challenge. The outbreak of war has greatly increased the opportunities for arms companies to obtain profits, but it has also made competition more and more fierce. With the passage of the Lend-Lease Act, some foreign users were able to obtain weapons through Lend-Lease, so that the price advantage of the Anaconda disappeared, and the performance flaws became more obvious. For a company to continue to grow, it must obtain government procurement. Otherwise, it could wither in this arms dealer's spring.

And that's no longer a problem that the Chinese shareholder can solve with his underground network. The problem now weighs on the shoulders of the company's well-paid technical director, Skirazzi. This also made the stubborn old man feel so stressed that he rarely saw his smile on weekdays.

But now, Skirazi had a rare smile on his face. He said to Ron, who had just put the drawings away, "I'm sure this design of yours is definitely the most genius design." I haven't been in touch with my boss yet, but I'm sure that if you're willing to sell this design to us, we'll not let you lose. ”

Ron stood up and smiled politely at Heinlessi, "You know, it was this company that gave my eldest brother a precious opportunity when he was in the most difficult situation because of his unemployment. So, I have a deep sense of gratitude to your company. The promise I can give now is that if the other company doesn't offer much more than you, I'll choose to sell it to you. ”

The answer didn't come as a surprise to Strazi, who knew that the deal couldn't be finalized as soon as he bought an apple.

"We will make our offer as soon as possible. Please give us a priority. Seeing Ron stand up, Strazy also stood up and shook Ron again.

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Over the course of a few days, Ron ran to several companies, some of which were interested in his designs, and some of which were not. But now, all the places to go are gone, and it's all that remains to wait for someone's reply.

That morning, Ron woke up early. Since running a few arms dealers, his life has been very regular in the past two days. In the morning, when the sun has just come out and the fish are active in feeding, they go to the nearby river to fish for an hour, and when it is time for breakfast, they go back to eat, and then lock themselves in the house to busy with other things. He's writing a book, a book about energy air combat.

Now that the glow had just turned the eastern sky red, Ron sat down under a large tree at the bend of the river. He skillfully loaded the hook with bait, threw it into the river, and then quietly watched the float floating on the water.

It was a June morning, and the river was still covered with a thin layer of blue-gray mist, and a little further away you could faintly see some reeds swaying faintly in the morning breeze. On the other side of the river was a large field of corn, and the swaying corn looked like a dark green smoke from a distance. A little further afield are the Rocky Mountains. The morning glow in the sky was already red, but the sun had not yet come out, and it was blocked by those peaks. The red glow and the black peaks are hidden against each other, but it also has a unique flavor.

At this time, the wind gradually stopped, and the float stood on the surface of the river for half a day without any movement. A dragonfly flew over and landed on it. The float was pressed downward, but the dragonfly was startled, and it flew up again, and saw that it seemed to be fine, and fell cautiously again.

It's not all because I'm bored, and of course it's not because I'm fishing or anything like that, it's just a way to sharpen my temperament and exercise my ability to concentrate for a long time. Because most of the time, the downed pilots are shot down without spotting the enemy. During a long flight, it is easy to lose concentration and be attacked by the other party.

At this time, the float trembled slightly, and a thin ripple appeared on the surface of the water. The dragonfly flapped its wings and seemed to want to fly, but stopped. But at this time, the movement of the float gradually increased, and the dragonfly felt that something was wrong, and fluttered its wings and flew away. At this time, Ron quietly held the fishing rod that had been inserted on the ground into his hand.

The float was quiet again, but Ron wasn't in a hurry, he knew that fishing and fighting couldn't be too rushed. Sure enough, the float suddenly sank down, and the whole thing sank underwater.

Ron jerked up the fishing rod, and the whole rod was stretched into a bow, obviously this guy was not small in the water. The guy dragged the fishing line and ran vigorously under the water, in order not to break the fishing line, Ron could only follow along the riverbank, but fortunately, most of the fish had limited endurance, and after more than ten minutes, they lost their strength and floated to the surface. Ron lifted its head out of the water, slowly pulled it to the shore, and scooped it up with a fishing net.

This is an American sea bass, about the size of a pound and a half, and it could have been eaten well when taken home. However, since industrialization, especially in the 20-30s, rivers in the United States have been heavily polluted. So much so that some states even legislate to ban the consumption of freshwater fish. This effect has even led Americans since then to forget that freshwater fishing is also edible. Until now, freshwater fish is still a rarity in supermarkets in the United States. So, Ron could only record its dimensions and put it back. (The fish returned to the river, raised its pectoral fins high, and shouted, Long live pollution!) ）

Got home and had breakfast. Ron was just about to continue replicating energy air combat from his brain. I heard the sound of a car engine outside. Then the doorbell rang. Is there really a fish coming to bite the hook?