When Zhang Binglin saw Qin Lang, he was sitting in a chair with his back to the door, motionless, as if thinking about something...... It seems so. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhang Binglin couldn't be sure if what he saw was exactly what he thought, because the moment the secretary closed the door, he heard Qin Lang say, "Good afternoon, Mr. Zhang." ”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Qin." Zhang Binglin replied and took a step forward. "One thing ......"

"I know what you're here for, Mr. Zhang." Qin Lang raised his right hand and motioned for him to stop, "However, I hope you can wait a while, I'm thinking about a technical question." ”

“…… OK. ”

"Please sit as you like." After speaking, Qin Lang put down his hand, returned to his original state, and continued to think about his technical questions. Zhang Binglin stared at him for a moment, then turned his gaze to the rest of this office. Aside from European-style furnishings and décor, however, there's not much to see here – especially what Mr. Chang thought he was most likely to see, the palace's rarities.

They should be here. Victors like to openly show off their achievements, then get a sense of accomplishment from the praise and amazement of others, and finally satisfy themselves - always. Regardless of era, country and nation, there are few exceptions.

And Zhang Binglin felt that since Qin Lang was so deeply influenced by the Western world that he was more like a Westerner than a Chinese in his behavior and speech, then he should or have a reason to do so. After all, according to his limited knowledge of the Western world, both the aristocracy and the wealthy who loved hunting had the habit of hanging the heads of their prey in their living rooms as decorations.

A peculiar barbaric custom.

Qin Lang should have put the rare treasures he found in the Forbidden City in his office, but he didn't. Zhang Binglin was a little curious about his unexpected discovery: it might tell ......

"You must be very interested in my office, Mr. Zhang." Qin Lang's voice suddenly reached Zhang Binglin's ears. He quickly turned around and saw that the chair had been turned around, and Qin Lang was smiling and looking at him.

Zhang Binglin smiled a little awkwardly. "Nothing, just a casual look...... By the way," he changed the subject, "you're done thinking, Mr. Qin?" ”

"No, just got some basic concepts. However, I decided to leave the rest of the work to more professional and talented people. ”

Zhang Binglin blinked. "Is there anyone in your company who is more professional and good than you?"

"Of course." As if hearing a very interesting question, Qin Lang laughed, "At least I don't know anything about construction machinery such as bulldozers." Of course, Mr. Browning is a true professional in the field of firearms design, so I would be happy to ask him to work on a weapon that would apply the principle of constant recoil. ”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Binglin didn't understand.

"Leave it alone, Mr. Zhang, you are not a firearms designer, so there is no need to care about such an overly professional and avant-garde technical problem." Qin Lang said, making a gesture, "Let's go back to your question." You want to know the real purpose of my sponsorship of you and your friends, is that true? ”

"Yes." Zhang Binglin was not at all surprised how Qin Lang could know about his problems—because he could always know them.

However, since he knew, this also meant that if he was prepared to continue to defraud and conceal, he must have prepared a set of flawless statements. Therefore, it is only by being as vigilant as possible that it is possible to avoid falling into another trap...... However, it is only "possible", and the chances are not high.

But no matter what, Zhang Binglin still raised his alert level.

Qin Lang laughed again. "I think I've made my purpose clear, that I'm helping you and your friends just for the benefit of me and my company. Of course," he stopped Zhang Binglin's attempt to interject, "Yi Shui said that no matter what I do, I have a true intention that is tightly hidden and difficult for others to detect, and I admit that this is my habit. But working with you is an exception. ”

"You mean," Zhang Binglin slowly and cautiously analyzed his speech, "you don't have the true intention to hide?" ”

"No, I mean, I've made it public." Qin Lang replied.

"It's hard for me to believe it." Zhang Binglin said, but not because Qin Lang had made public his true intentions that should have been hidden, but because, if that was his real intention, then what was his false intention used as a cover-up?

To be sure, if this false intention really existed, then he must have heard of it—but had he heard of any similar intentions?

No.

Zhang Binglin's questioning once again caused a burst of laughter. Because, it is very regrettable that Qin Lang does have such a false intention to confuse others, and more importantly, he already knew about it before they officially established a cooperative relationship.

"Mr. Zhang." Qin Lang sighed, "Haven't you realized that helping China and turning China into a powerful country is that false intention?" ”

It was as if someone had hit him the back of the head, Zhang Binglin was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say or how to react. Of course. After his brain regained the ability to think, he thought to himself, blaming himself. There was no doubt that he should have been aware of this and kept it in mind when they started working together.

As an egoistic businessman, and having openly and honestly stated that his purpose in helping revolutionaries was only for the benefit of him and his company, then what was Qin Lang's false intention to confuse others was an obvious question.

He never wanted to help China!

"It's my responsibility, an undeserved oversight, Mr. Qin." Zhang Binglin smiled self-deprecatingly, very frustrated, and a little annoyed, "I was so fascinated that I couldn't see the facts that were close at hand." ”

"No one confuses you, except yourself, Mr. Zhang." Qin Lang put away his smile and said seriously and seriously, "How can you believe that an American businessman would have the will to help China rise?" What do you think is good for my company about helping China rise, or, let's put it another way, how can we help China become strong while benefiting my company? ”

Zhang Binglin was stunned for a moment, and then realized pessimistically that he could not answer Qin Lang's question - although the answer was obvious and anyone could see it immediately.

"You know, my company's interests and those of helping China become strong are irreconcilable contradictions." Qin Lang continued, further revealing the real world, "Therefore, it is impossible for me to do that thing as you think, and it will prevent Yi Shui from doing that." ”

"I thought you were still a little bit patriotic."

"I didn't." This answer was so resolute that Zhang Binglin was stunned again, but Qin Lang was still saying, "I am an arms dealer, and I just want to be a real international arms dealer - do you know what a real international arms dealer is?" He smiled again, a chilling smile of indifference, "Only arms dealers who sell weapons to attack their own country are truly international arms dealers." ”

Absurd! Zhang Binglin almost wanted to stand up and angrily denounce this crazy thought. However, then he thought that according to the Western point of view, Qin Lang should be an American, so he quietly replaced his angry rebuke with a rhetorical question: "Will you sell weapons to fight the United States?" ”

"If anyone is willing to pay, why not?"

Zhang Binglin looked at his collaborator, trying to find a flaw. However, regardless of his tone or expression, Qin Lang was extremely serious and serious, without the slightest sign of joking or perfunctory. So in the end, he could only shake his head sadly and sigh: "I have always believed that there is a bottom line in doing things......"

"I have to say, I still have a bottom line." Qin Lang still had an expression and tone that was never joking, "It's my interests." ”

"Then you shouldn't work with us. We want to make China strong, but that hurts you, doesn't it? Zhang Binglin snorted, guessing, "Or maybe you just hope to use our actions to make China a vassal and colony of the United States." ”

"Do you really think so?" Qin Lang's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Of course."

When he replied like this, Zhang Binglin was ready to break with Qin Lang, but to his complete surprise, the only reaction of this mercenary businessman who valued interests more than morality was only a third laugh - a happy laugh.

He didn't understand what he was laughing at or why he was so happy.

Of course, Qin Lang just felt that the object of his cooperation seemed to be simpler, just a revolutionary, not a politician and a leader—he also lacked some of the necessary qualities to become a politician and leader.

"You are astute and foresee one of the possibilities of the future, but that is not what I am working with you for." He forcibly ended his laughter and said, "I'm working with you only because it's in my interest as well as yours to work with you now." ”

"I don't understand."

"It's simple." Qin Lang leaned back, then changed his posture and explained: "In this period, your goal is to overthrow the Qing government, because this is a prerequisite for making China strong, otherwise, as long as China is under the rule of this regime, it will never become strong. ”

"That's right." Zhang Binglin nodded in acknowledgement.

"However, you do not have enough strength to overthrow the Qing government, and you must be helped by some kind of force." After a pause, Qin Lang continued: "I am willing to play this role because helping you overthrow the Qing government can bring me and my company rich rewards: an arms market that is completely open to me, military advisers to the government army, and a larger share of the commercial market - the Qing government can also provide me with these, but far less than your new government. ”

"That's it?"

"Do you need more reasons?"

"You're not like the kind of fool who only cares about the immediate interests and does not care about the future consequences." Zhang Binglin said.

"Between countries, two countries that are allies today may become enemies tomorrow, but," Qin Lang asked rhetorically, "Is it just because they will become enemies tomorrow that they will refuse to form an alliance today?" ”

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Note: The principle of constant recoil was developed by James. Sullivan suggested that for the specific principle, please log on to the "World of Firearms" and consult the article about the Singapore Ultimax machine gun (to be continued). )