George?" Claude pushed open the door to the restaurant. The www.biquge.info was empty, there were few people still dining, and several restaurant staff were cleaning up the empty tables. Immediately realizing that he had missed lunchtime, he approached the table with ambivalence, hoping that he would still find something to eat, but fearing that all that was left was the traditional food of the Umbrella Group: Spam luncheon meat in all its forms.

Fried spam, fried spam, steamed spam, boiled spam, stewed spam...... Qin Lang's menus are being inherited and carried forward by Pentagon chefs, who are doing everything they can to push the limits of their profession, combining spam with all sorts of ingredients in every way they can think of, experimenting like chemists synthesizing new chemicals, making new products, and then using them to poison the Pentagon's already tortured staff.

With the exception of the company's senior employees – the Pentagon has a restaurant that serves only senior employees and visiting guests, and it serves some "real" food – everyone suffers from this, which eventually leads to a mass protest involving almost everyone and forces the company's chefs to change. Even so, they would still see a different form of Spam at lunchtime on a given day or on a few days, and if someone was too unlucky or came too late, it would be a bad day for him.

Having to endure Spam's torture again was one reason, and the sympathetic or gloating gazes from others were another.

However, Claude was too late to come, and could only pray that his luck was not too bad - unfortunately, God did not hear his prayers.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we only have one food left." A staff member skeptically warmed up a plate of what appeared to be fried rice with a peek of large pieces of luncheon meat, "The restaurant's latest variety, Indian curry-flavored fried rice with spam, onions, green peas and carrots." ”

Claude felt his stomach twitch.

"Can't you change it to something else?" He hasn't given up yet.

"I've already said it, sir, there's only this left for us." The staff spread out their hands and said regretfully, "I'm sorry." ”

Claude heard some small voices. He looked around and saw that the last few remaining diners had gathered and were talking in whispers, their eyes all apparently focused on him, apparently discussing his misfortune. He began to seriously consider whether he should put up with the daunting, poison-like fried rice in front of him, or leave the hell and try his luck at the high-ranking employees' restaurant.

As a senior employee of the company, he should have gone there to eat, but it was too far from his place of work, and he always had too much work, with only very short breaks and meal breaks, and Claude was usually reluctant to waste it going back and forth between the two locations.

But maybe something should change today?

He pondered, and at this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again, and someone hurried in, apparently also looking for something to eat. Claude turned around to see who this man who was as unfortunate as himself was.

Did he see Otto? Novotny, a man who has never been seen in this restaurant.

Novotny always went to the high-end employee restaurant, even though his place of work was also far away. Claude thinks it's because he has more free time: the small arms division of the Big Viper Arms Company doesn't have many development projects, and if there is, most of them are John? Moses? Browning was in charge, and many people knew that the big boss of the company could design new products himself, so Novotny's main job was to improve the old ones, a small thing.

Novotny may not see it that way, but Claude thinks it's a small thing—much easier than his job.

Anyway, this should be his first time here.

"Mr. Novotny." With a little surprise, but more of a joke, Claude greeted Novotny, "What wind brought you here?" ”

"I don't think it's something to make a fuss about, Mr. Claude." Novotny glared at Claude angrily, as if in response to his tone, but in fact it was only because he had to go to the general employee cafeteria for lunch, "This morning's meeting is very rare to be delayed until lunchtime, and in thirty minutes, I have an even more important meeting to attend. ”

"What's wrong?" Claude asked.

"To put it simply, Mr. Qin decided to make a large-scale adjustment to the company's products, and I will be responsible for part of the work." With that, Novotny turned to the staff member who was still waiting, "What else to eat?" ”

Almost immediately, the staff, who had apparently been prepared, recommended the restaurant's latest creation, with the same suspicious enthusiasm as before: "Indian curry-flavored fried rice with spam, onions, green peas and carrots." ”

Novotny's reaction was the same as Claude's: "Can't it be replaced by something else?" ”

The reply he received also did not change much: "I have already said, sir, we are left with this alone." I deeply regret that. ”

Novotny didn't find even a hint of regret or apology on his face. He was not surprised by the result: all of the company's senior employees had heard of the infamous restaurant's bad practices, and since the staff insisted on torturing Pentagon staff in all forms of spam, they certainly had no regrets or apologies for it.

He shook his head, and banished the little unhappiness he had just had: unlike the ordinary employees who had been tortured by Spam, he rarely ate it, and had not yet developed resistance to it, but was not satisfied with the restaurant's behavior. He told the staff member, "Give me one." ”

His next words were to Claude: "Aren't you hungry, Mr. Claude?" ”

Claude was hungry, of course, just a little hesitant, oscillating back and forth between the eerie food made from spam and Indian curries and the time it took to get to and from the high-class employees' restaurant. Now Novotny gave him a reason to stay: first, he was no longer the only one who had to endure Spam's torture, and second, he was quite curious about what he mentioned.

So he asked for a fried rice too.

After a while, the two of them each took a plate of fried rice and a cup of coffee, and found a remote place where they would not be easily disturbed.

"I was rather skeptical, and he gave us all the rest of the fried rice." Sighing at the fried rice that was so much that it made him flustered, Claude turned his attention back to the issue he cared about, "So, how is Mr. Qin going to adjust the products of the big viper?" ”

Novotny did not immediately answer the question: his mouth was stuffed with food and could not utter a word. Claude could only wait, watching him fill his mouth with spoonful after spoonful of fried rice and swallow it with great difficulty—for a moment, he was worried that Novotny would choke on himself—but when Novotny was finally able to speak, his first sentence scared him: "Mr. Qin has decided to stop most of the production of small arms." ”

"You mean, the Great Viper will cut off the weapons department?" Claude didn't think it was a joke. Novotny is not a person who likes to joke, and besides, even if he really wants to do that, he will not use Qin Lang's name.

So his words are true, Qin Lang decided to stop most of the production of light weapons, and this decision means one thing, he intends to cut the light weapons department of the Great Viper.

But would Qin Lang really do that?

Claude thinks this is a very likely decision: the situation of the small arms division of the Viper is rather bad, and its main products are military automatic or semi-automatic weapons, which are expensive and expensive to use, and ordinary Americans either do not want to buy them or have no money, resulting in poor sales of those weapons, and most of them are sold to law enforcement, private armies of conglomerates, and criminal gangs.

He didn't count the army. The US army itself did not purchase the products of the Great Viper, but supplied weapons from government arsenals that purchased licenses. The same problem arises in other countries, those that are able to procure automatic and semi-automatic weapons on a large scale have military industries, which, if there are no accidents, prefer to develop or copy one themselves, or buy licenses, and only in rare cases do they import directly, and usually give preference to products from those countries with which they are politically close to them.

The United States has not had close, if not hostile, political ties with any country.

So far, only three countries have procured products from the light weapons sector: Russia, Abyssinia, and China. Mainly machine guns, and there were no new orders, which did not help the long-term development of the company in any way.

This sector has only one meaning, supplying weapons and ammunition to mercenaries, but this work does not increase its profitability.

Cutting it down was a natural thing to do......

Just by looking at his expression, Novotny knew that Claude was thinking too much, just as he had when he heard that decision. However, he did not rush to explain, and slowly filled the fried rice into his stomach, and then rested for a while before continuing: "It's not that the weapons department is being reduced, in fact it will continue to expand." It's just that Mr. Qin asked us to improve our weapons in accordance with the results of the mercenaries' actual combat in northern China, and also to increase the variety of civilian products and replace the old ones with new ones. ”

Because his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, it took him a while to react. "If that's all there is, it doesn't seem necessary to stop the production of most weapons right now."

"Step by step from now on." "First of all, it's the part of the product that doesn't sell well. ”

"Like the 'Swinger' submachine gun?"

Novotny was silent for a while, and finally reluctantly admitted, "Yes, first of all." ”

He didn't want to bring it up. The "Swinger" submachine gun is his work, it has been improved several times, it has good performance, reliability is high, there are not many problems except for the price, and it should have achieved good sales. But it just wouldn't sell, many people didn't like the name and thought it was vulgar, and it had a high rate of fire, which made up for part of the problem with a large drum that made it too heavy.

In addition to mercenaries, the main users of "debauchers" are criminals, who love its firepower, but this further tarnishes the reputation of this weapon: in the past year, nearly half of all violent crime cases have been related to it, its name has always been seen in various news reports, and critics like to pull it out for criticism, so that it is now almost synonymous with violent crime.

So Qin Lang decided to end the production of the "Debaucher", replace it with a new submachine gun, change it to a nice name, and finally, transfer the production line of the "Debaucher" to Guangzhou Bay.

Maybe you will have to re-register a new company.

Qin Lang didn't care how many criminal activities were related to "debauchers", he even told a joke to those present...... At least he thinks it's a joke, "Our problem is how do we get all the criminal gangs to use 'debauchers.'" ”

He just needs to pay attention to the image of Umbrella, as well as his own image. It seems like a good idea to have a re-registered company that ostensibly has nothing to do with Umbrella to produce weapons outside of the United States.

But the "" isn't the only one that will shift production to Guangzhou Bay.

Novotny recalls the meeting. "According to the plan, the company will probably move the production line of three or four weapons over there, including machine gun ......"

Claude was stunned again. "The company wants to transfer the production line to Guangzhou Bay?"

Novotny nodded. "You should know that a long time ago the company began to produce 'Marauder' rifles at the factory in Guangzhou Bay."

Claude thought for a moment. "Yes, some impressions."

"Before the Russians and the Japanese officially went to war, we built two more production lines of .308 caliber bullets there, each with a capacity of 100,000 rounds a day." Then Novotny lowered his voice, "As far as I know, the company also sent a large number of .308 caliber bullets to the mercenary base in Guangzhou Bay, and the total number may be hundreds of millions of ......."

Everyone has their own channels of information, and Novotny is no exception. Claude wasn't interested in his channel, but it was a secret that shouldn't be told and could cause unnecessary trouble. He interrupted Novotny with his eyes, then glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them before feeling a little relieved.

His reaction made Novotny realize that he had made a mistake that could be serious. He decided to end the conversation, so he stood up and said goodbye to Claude. "It's time for me to go to the next meeting, goodbye, Mr. Claude."

"Goodbye, Mr. Novotny." Claude got up in response, watched Novotny leave, and then sat down, quickly lost in thought.

He was thinking about what Qin Lang had done, making extensive adjustments to the products of the Great Viper could still be considered normal work, and it was not unusual to build a production line on the leased land in Guangzhou Bay, but it was not unusual to transport a large number of .308 caliber bullets to the mercenary base there......

Either there is about to be a large-scale operation of the mercenaries, or, someone needs these bullets.

Claude doesn't know who needs so many bullets, hundreds of millions of rounds. He was just sure that it wouldn't be for personal use.

Looks like something big is about to happen.

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1. Including this chapter, the new content written now may conflict with the previous chapter, if such a situation occurs, the new content shall prevail, because I have forgotten the previous one

2. I'm always hesitant to continue writing about China (to be continued. )