"I have to say, Rachel did a great job, as well as you think it is, Duncan. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qin Lang looked at the dejected Duncan, smiled happily, teased him, stimulated him, and watched his anger and disappointment slowly ferment in silence - poor man.

However, Rachel's performance also surprised Qin Lang a little. He expected her to accomplish her mission, but he could not expect her to accomplish it so quickly, nor could he guess which method she had used—the telegram did not reveal any information, except that the French negotiator, Olivier. Captain Martial had already persuaded the colonial authorities in Indochina to agree to the company to build a training base in Vietnam in exchange for concessions from the company on other issues.

Concessions on other issues? Qin Lang didn't even know what the problems were, and everything could only be understood after seeing the contract, but one thing was completely certain, the final agreement would still allow the company to obtain more benefits than normal.

Rachel likes to do this, and only then can she prove that she is better than everyone else—something Duncan would never have been able to do.

"Hopefully you'll be as good as Rachel is when you are in Guangzhou Bay." Qin Lang said deliberately, continuing to stimulate him.

But Duncan's response was only a sigh. "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Qin."

"The board, and our partners, every family in the Chicago Consortium and the Cleveland Consortium, everybody is looking at you, and if you end up disappointing, it's not just me." This is a warning, Qin Lang hopes that Duncan can understand the seriousness of the matter.

"I'll work harder, Qin." Looks like he does get it...... At least now understand.

Qin Lang wasn't sure if Duncan would be able to understand his situation all the time, he usually quickly forgot about it, but now ......

"Let's say something else, friend." He said, putting his hand on a button on the right side of his desk, "I've got you a finance director, and I hope you like it." ”

Hearing the call, Miss Rose, the secretary, pushed open the door and entered. "Your orders, boss?"

"Please. Mr. Desmond came over for a moment. ”

"Okay, boss." The secretary exited the room, and a few minutes later, a middle-aged man who was absolutely short in stature for Westerners walked into the office. "You want to see me, Mr. Qin?" He asked, with obvious ...... Foreign accent.

Duncan didn't know which country or region his accent belonged to, in fact, it was easy to guess, but at this moment he obviously forgot the meaning of the prefix "Fan", but Qin Lang had already begun to introduce it when he was guessing. "Duncan, this is William. Fan. Mr. Desmond, who will be the Chief Financial Officer. ”

Fan? While saying "It's a pleasure to meet you", Duncan finally remembered that only the Dutch would prefix their surname with "Fan" to indicate where they came from. "Dutch?"

Qin Lang nodded. "Mr. Desmond is a banker from the Netherlands."

"Once a banker," seemed afraid that Duncan would misunderstand something, Van Brown. Desmond hastened to add, "My small bank has gone bankrupt. ”

But this explanation makes little sense. Banker? Duncan had only that word left in his head, and he began to look more closely at his chief financial officer: about forty years old, like most white men his age, with a pair of small, gold-rimmed round glasses, a thin face with a professional false smile, and finally, he seemed to be only five feet four inches tall......

Slightly shorter. He frowned.

Qin Lang and Fan. Desmond saw his expression. Not understanding what this meant, Qin Lang asked, "Do you have any questions?" ”

"What?"

"I see you frowning, Duncan." He said, "You don't like Fan. Mr. Desmond? ”

"Of course not." Duncan shook his head and glanced at the financial director, Fan. Desmond was looking at him nervously—and then said, "As long as you don't get me a Jew, that's fine, Qin." He turned slightly to the Dutchman, "Are you Jewish?" ”

"It's not."

"Then there is no problem, Mr. Director." Duncan looked at Qin Lang again, "But, a banker, be my financial director?" I thought that the company's headquarters needed Fan more. Mr. Desmond. ”

"If Van . . . Mr. Desmond joined the company three years ago, and I would be glad to have him as my chief financial officer, but you can't let me fire poor old George now. Qin Lang shrugged. But in addition to this reason, there are two other reasons that he did not say: first, Fan. Desmond's background is a little vague, and he doesn't want him to stay in the Pentagon until the Security Service completes a full review; Secondly, how talented a bankrupt banker really is still something that will take time to prove.

In fact, it was not the most suitable arrangement for him to be the chief financial officer of United Textile Technologies, but there was no better candidate for the position of chief financial officer in the company: they were all young people, and it was not appropriate to rush to such a high position.

Only Fan can be selected. Desmond.

"Now that you've known each other, you two, I thought you could take a moment to get acquainted with each other. As for me, there's a lot of work to take care of here. Qin Lang continued, which was equivalent to issuing an order to evict customers.

Duncan and Fan. Desmond understood what he meant, so he immediately stood up and said goodbye to him, and the two of them walked out of the office together. Now, Qin Lang was the only one left in the room, and there was no second person present, he could do what he was prepared to do.

Of course, writing letters, that's what he's going to do now. Qin Lang had several letters to write, one of which was addressed to Henry. Ford - although the factory was not officially operational, the person in charge had sent a telegram back to San Diego accusing Mr. Ford of not caring at all about the production of cars, but only about how to build a perfect car in his mind, and often even interfering with the normal operation of the factory - he knew that it was true, and that Ford's first years in automobile manufacturing were so enthusiastic about building racing cars rather than mass goods that his first factory eventually went bankrupt. So he had to remind him that while a letter might not do much, it was at least a warning.

Mr. Ford must be aware that the main purpose of Umbrella's investment in him and the establishment of the Ford plant was to make a profit, and that satisfying his love of mechanics and racing was only a minor side, and that he should not put the cart before the horse, or he would get into trouble.

But Qin Lang's purpose was not entirely to warn, he was also going to ask Ford to develop a new product: a track-type tractor with a gasoline engine, or a bulldozer.

It's not because he's going to develop tanks, Qin Lang doesn't think that his mercenaries need tanks, nor does he think that the U.S. Army needs them, except for money and tactics, the tanks manufactured under the current technical conditions are some expensive, low-performance and breakdown-prone "white elephants", commanders and repairers will be maddened by them, and wasting valuable resources on them will also make the Secretary of War drown in the saliva of senators and gentlemen.

The time is far from ripe for the development of tanks.

He needed tractors and bulldozers only because they would be popular with the farmers: the steam tractors they used had huge metal wheels that could easily sink into the soft dirt, and the crawler bulldozer could solve this problem; And the gasoline engine, obviously, although the diesel engine is the way of the future, but Ford only developed the gasoline engine, and it is enough to replace the steam engine with it.

Qin Lang hoped that Ford could develop the new product he wanted, or that he didn't plan to take over the task, but he also needed to find someone else to complete it. Anyway, to catch up with Benjamin. Holt had previously developed a tracked machine with practical value, because Qin Lang had decided to preemptively register a registered trademark that was supposed to belong to Mr. Holt: Caterpillar.

He wanted to get the caterpillar.

Qin Lang put down his pen, folded the letter and put it in an envelope, stood up and went to the cabinet to pour himself a glass of Coke, and then walked to the window and looked at the sea outside—but at the same time, he had already begun to think about his second letter.

To the Senate Committee on Naval Affairs Benjamin. Ryan. Letter from Mr. Dierman. Qin Lang congratulated him in his letter: Thanks to Mr. Dierman's unremitting efforts, the Admiralty had finally decided to build an experimental battleship, a large armored cruiser "Tennessee" with eight ten-inch guns, rangefinders, and an equally experimental firing commander, and the Senate had allocated funds for the battleship.

In a few days, the battleship will lay its first keel at the Wilhelmcamp shipyard.

This is a great victory - for the U.S. Navy. Although Mr. Dierman wanted two battleships of the same design, the U.S. Navy had begun construction of five battleships in 1896, Congress could not afford to allocate funds for two new, more expensive ships, and the Navy was skeptical of newly-designed ships, so one armored cruiser was sufficient.

After all, the "Tennessee" is a design that spans the era, ten years ahead of the "Invincible" battlecruiser, so Qin Lang still believes that his goal has been basically achieved: as long as the US Navy realizes the advantages of this design, the Admiralty will build more such warships, whether they are battleships or armored cruisers.

He thought it was time to celebrate.

"Senator, let's toast to the birth of the world's first battlecruiser."

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Note: Caterpillar is meant to be a caterpillar

Note 2: The construction of the armored cruiser "Tennessee" in the real world was started in 1903 (to be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log on to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )