"Are you going into my living room?" The spider said to the fly, "This is the prettiest little living room you've ever seen." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

When this sentence suddenly appeared in Qin Lang's mind, he was thinking back to the two contracts he had signed with Yang Ru the day before yesterday - of course, two. Yang Ru's visit was not only to sign a contract to hire a military adviser, but he also had another contract to sign: to buy 40,000 rifles and 10 million rounds of ammunition for the Beiyang New Army.

He should have done this a few months ago, but Qin Lang used his request to force him to report to the Qing government's military adviser to Umbrella, and since the matter had already reached a satisfactory result, Yang Ru thought that it was best for him to settle the matter of purchasing weapons as soon as possible. In the past few months, the lords in Beijing and Yuan Shikai, who was in charge of supervising the new army, had been constantly urging him, which made him so distressed that not only did he not make a counteroffer when he signed the contract, but he also did not notice that Qin Lang had raised the offer a little.

Yes, just "a little", in order to compensate for the bribes paid to Yang Ru, Qin Lang raised the weapons and ammunition worth two million taels of silver to two million two hundred thousand taels, an increase of "only" only ten percent.

He was not worried about the Qing government protesting, just as he was not worried about the Qing government's refusal to accept his military advisers. When Qin Lang asked Morgan for a monopoly on the sale of light weapons in China, he knew that this would definitely happen. As long as relations between the United States and the European powers remain normal, and the Qing government has no intention of breaking the treaty or domestically producing light weapons, its officials will have to suffer from the purchase of weapons and ammunition and accept all the unreasonable demands he has made that have not exceeded the bottom line.

In fact, the fly was already in the spider's small living room, and had neither been tricked by the spider's sinister intentions nor accidentally bumped into it by itself. Howitt's plot in "The Spider and the Fly" doesn't fit ......

But Qin Lang still wrote it down on a notepad, and then he put the notebook and pen into his jacket pocket, and refocused his attention on the model of the synthetic ammonia industrial production device in front of him.

It's the job he's doing, and it's the only one he can do, whether it's because of secrecy or unfamiliarity, and the hired engineer is of little use.

It can only be done by him.

In fact, Elizabeth can also share a part, but she is repeating the ammonia reaction experiment, but this is not because the experiment was unsuccessful. He recalled that the knowledge was completely correct, and the first experiments were carried out with satisfactory results. Elizabeth kept repeating it just to get a production success rate - of course, it was unnecessary, he knew it well.

But Qin Lang didn't intend to stop Elizabeth. He thinks her work deserves encouragement and recognition, and that he can organize his time more calmly while she is fully focused on the experiment.

He can go to the company to deal with the things that need to be handled by him, he can repeat the experiment with her in the lab, or, as he is now, design a complex industrial setup.

Theoretically, he could have done it today, but now it looks a little difficult. Qin Lang found that he could not work at ease at all, and always thought of other things: the two contracts signed with Yang Ru, the United Textile Technology Company, the spy school in Messerschmitt, and the car factory in Ford......

All those plans he had made, he was constantly thinking about them, and they were completely out of control. Even though he had tried his best to focus on the task at hand, nothing had been achieved.

He wasn't quite sure what was going on, it had never happened before - when he decided to focus on something, he could always get into the groove quickly. But this time, it was so unusual that there was no reason for it - the only suspicion was that he had that strange dream again.

"Maybe......" Qin Lang knew that his thinking had deviated from his work again, but he just couldn't help but think about those irrelevant things, "Maybe that strange dream is the key to the problem." ”

Thinking about it, he thought it was probably the case. The content of the dream itself was strange, and he hadn't seen it in a long time...... In fact, if he hadn't dreamed of them again, he would have forgotten them all.

So it's a very strange thing. Why did he have that strange dream again when he was about to forget everything? It looks like a reminder. Then Qin Lang remembered the guy who sent him back to 1893...... Something, he was just as quick to forget - so, officially, because of this, it made him relive that dream, reminding him not to forget himself?

Qin Lang felt that its behavior was not wise at all. Three years, even though all the time had passed, his hatred for it had not diminished at all, and he still longed to kill it. If he had to point out the difference between his current view and that of three years ago, it would be only a method of revenge.

Three years ago, he vowed to make countless holes in it with bullets, and now he is hesitating between "wrapping it in cement and throwing it into the Mariana Trench" and "churning it into a meat sauce and adding some grain to make pig feed" to find the perfect way to deal with it.

But one way or another, he wants revenge.

"Never let me find you, bastard." Qin Lang repeated an oath that he was also about to forget.

Then he stood up and walked back and forth around the office, slowly stomping his steps. Since he couldn't concentrate on his work, he decided to put it aside for a moment and think about other things—things that had come to his mind, such as the military advisers he was going to send to China.

The selection of military advisers was still ongoing, but O'Connor and Harrington had selected forty members, and had identified a regimental commander and a deputy regimental commander: because of the strong recommendation of the chief military adviser, Lieutenant Colonel Harrington, his West Virginia Military Institute junior and veteran subordinate in the Army, John Brown. Major Shepard served as regimental commander, and with the help of Claude, retired Marine Corps Captain David Brown. Mr. Webb became Major Shepard's deputy.

There is no doubt that there was a lack of fairness in the selection process, and there were indeed protests. Not only did the company's pastry graduates not get leadership positions, but they were also given only four of the 40 consultants identified, and the remaining 10 probably didn't have their share.

Although West Point graduates have always been in the smallest group of veteran Army officers hired by the company, they have suffered greatly from the lack of a spokesperson.

There's no doubt that the West Point guys are mad with rage. Army officers who chanted "sink_Navy" since they were military schools always looked down on Navy officers climbing on top of them, and West Point's advantage over the West Virginia Military Academy over the years also made them think they were better. But now the situation is completely reversed, and there is no upper echelon to support them.

Even Qin Lang didn't intend to support them.

He is not ready to change the list. First of all, in the field of military expertise, regardless of the branch of the military or the military academy from which they graduated, the veteran officers have a similar degree of mastery of the tactics they teach, and it is difficult to comment on who is higher or worse; Second, Marine Corps officers and West Virginia Military Academy graduates generally enter the company earlier than West Point graduates, and seniority is always a very important factor in any unit, followed by ability, relationships, and luck.

So, even if the pastry students were not satisfied with O'Connor and Harrington's arrangement, and expressed an outcry in accordance with the habits they had developed in the army, they could only endure it.

"However," Qin Lang then thought, "this time it can't happen again." If jobs were always influenced by Harrington or someone else, the company would have become a retirement home for graduates of the West Virginia Military Institute and the Annapolis Naval Academy, but West Point graduates were the most powerful group in the Army, and it would be unwise to offend them on inconsequential issues. ”

He felt that he should find time to talk to O'Connor, and that it would be better to ......

"Boss, Mr. O'Connor is outside." The secretary suddenly pushed the door open and walked into the office.

"Ask him to come in." Qin Lang's eyebrows raised slightly. It's so funny, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. Thinking of this, he began to laugh.

O'Connor just walked in at this moment, and the laughter struck him as very strange. He first checked his coat without any problems, and then asked, "What are you laughing at, Qin?" ”

"I just remembered something very interesting." Qin Lang put away his smile and asked, "What's the matter, Sean?" ”

"The last ten military advisers were also identified." O'Connor put the list on his desk.

"Let me guess, there are no West Pastries?"

"Nope." Qin Lang pouted, and O'Connor continued, "According to your request, they are receiving some urgent training related to etiquette, but I'm worried about whether those mercenaries you found really understand court etiquette. ”

"I think the highest-ranking official they've ever seen is just a county magistrate." This is a relatively subtle statement that "they don't understand court etiquette", but Qin Lang is not worried at all.

At least it doesn't look like it's worried.

"They only have a little basic training, and the more advanced training will naturally be in charge of special officials when they arrive in China, and our military advisers don't have to fully abide by those etiquette." He shrugged and continued, "Sean, there's something I need to ......."

"Boss." The secretary pushed the door again and walked in, putting two telegrams in front of Qin Lang, "The telegram I just received is from Guangzhou Bay. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )