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Rachel sighed at the piles of papers on his desk. Too bad, she thought, that everything in both companies was backlogged on one woman, and that several men were enjoying a relaxed and comfortable life thousands of miles away...... Of course, Qin Lang and Yi Shui's situation is worth understanding, but Duncan and O'Connor, their movements are too slow.

According to the scheduled itinerary, Qin Lang and Elizabeth were supposed to arrive in San Diego when they were still in New York, but the actual situation was completely opposite, Duncan and O'Connor still did not return, and Qin Lang and Elizabeth, who had been in Washington for two more weeks, were on the train to Los Angeles.

Rachel felt the need to inflict a "little" punishment on the two fellows, the two noble dukes; Even if they are "Your Highness", they must understand the importance of observing time.

Of course, she will, after they return to San Diego.

Definitely.

"Miss McBride," the secretary said, pushing open the door and entering the office, "Mr. Claude wants to see you. ”

"Ask him to come in." Rachel quickly gathered up her mood and began to wait for George. Blue, Claude - the most famous bottle of jack-of-all-trades in the company.

She knew what he was here to do. Nearly a year ago, Claude began to follow Qin Lang's instructions to improve the two new light mortars he had designed, while at the same time designing a larger-caliber weapon of the same type. The work has not been going very smoothly and there have been many obstacles, but now Claude has finally achieved a phased result.

Rachel had learned a little bit from his previous report, and of course, now she was going to hear a more detailed one......

Although, in fact, she could barely comprehend the technical details that Claude might have mentioned.

"If Qin Lang is here, this matter can be handled by him personally, and he is more professional than me." Rachel muttered to himself as he smiled at Claude as he walked into the office.

"You may be seated, Mr. Claude." She said.

Claude sat down in the chair in front of her and immediately pulled a stack of papers from the briefcase he was carrying, and asked, "May I start the debriefing, Miss McBride?" ”

"Of course."

"Thank you very much." He cleared his throat, looked down at the document in his hand, and announced in a very rare and extremely formal tone: "According to Mr. Qin's instructions, I have made some improvements to the two light mortar guns he designed, adding optical sights to them......"

As she had always known, Rachel found that for her, most of the things mentioned in Claude's report seemed meaningless—though they certainly had their own meaning. She figured out only three things: first, the improved gun was fitted with sights; Second, the range of the shells has increased slightly, albeit quite limitedly; Thirdly, Claude designed a new mortar gun of 4.7-inch caliber.

The rest of the ones are shot accuracy, effective kill radius, disassembly and assembly speed...... Wait, everything, she had no idea in her head at all.

It's terrible. Rachel tapped her fingers lightly on the arm of her chair as she watched Claude mechanically reciting the contents of the document. Wait a minute, what should he say when he finishes his report? She knew almost nothing, didn't figure out anything, except for a little.

Of all the questions, there was only one point that she was most familiar with.

When Claude finished his debriefing, Rachel immediately asked, "How much does it cost to produce the two improved mortars, and the new one you designed?" ”

Claude's face turned pale, a problem he had not anticipated—the cost of production, like all pure technicians, he had not considered it at any time—so at this moment, he could only spread his hands apologetically, and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Miss McBride, but I don't know how much they cost to produce." ”

Almost immediately, Rachel frowned, but secretly happy. It looked like her crisis had been lifted, and now it was Claude's turn to be nervous.

Of course, she must also take further action. "You don't know, Mr. Claude?"

Claude struggled to keep his voice as calm as it had just been, though deep down he was beginning to feel pessimistic about the debriefing. "Yes, Miss McBride. As a purely technical person, neither I nor anyone in the department I lead has thought about cost. ”

"But for any business, the cost of a product is just as important, if not more so, than the performance."

"Your requirements are a little more difficult for a purely technical person." Claude said.

"Mr. Claude, you are not a pure technician, but the head of a research department. It's a good idea to think about the cost while you're working. Rachel looked very angry, but he was actually happier than he had just been. Although cost is important, there is naturally a department in the company that is responsible for accounting for the cost of the product, and it is not a serious mistake for Claude not to care about this issue.

But now, he's a little frightened, and of course anyone who is accused by their boss of being irresponsible at the first moment panics, and the difference between veterans and rookies is that they can always recover quickly and find a reasonable answer - or fight back.

"I'll calculate the cost of production of the three mortars as soon as I can, and submit a new report to you, Miss McBride." That's exactly what he meant. While Claude has figured out that the cost issue doesn't have much to do with his department, who cares about it? It's enough to make the boss happy, and it's just a small thing......

But another voice suddenly joined in. "There is no need, Mr. Claude. Companies will not produce these weapons for the time being, you just need to focus all your attention on further improving them, without thinking about their cost. After a pause, he continued, "We have plenty of time to perfect them. ”

"Understood, boss." Claude turned around and answered while secretly guessing when Qin Lang appeared in the office; Of course, when he came in, Rachel had already seen Qin Lang, but she was also caught in her own question: why did he move so quickly?

As soon as Claude left the office, she immediately said, "I thought you were still on the train, Qin." ”

Based on the departure times on the telegram from which he sent the meeting, it was assumed that he and Elizabeth should indeed be on the train. Rachel doesn't think the trains will arrive early - in fact, they are always late for various reasons - so there must be something else wrong with this.

"What the hell is going on?" She wondered.

Qin Lang shrugged. "It was Elizabeth's idea. She wanted to give herself a little time to avoid Mr. Daubers' gaze and do what she wanted to do. So I delayed my departure from Washington by three days in a telegram. ”

"So, where is she now?" In fact, Rachel had already guessed that since Elizabeth was going to avoid her father and do what she wanted, she could only be in one place.

"Laboratory."

"What dangerous knowledge have you taught Elizabeth, Qin? Another way to kill a rabbit? Rachel looked annoyed, and she had been nervous about Elizabeth's research in the lab ever since she saw the dead rabbits in the lab.

There is also the kidnapping planned by Fisborne. Thinking of the riots in San Diego, she wanted to drag Elizabeth out of her lab and never let her in again.

Although this is simply not possible.

Rachel sighed reluctantly. "Well, now that things have turned out like this, I can only keep her in the lab. It seems that you can't go home either, though. ”

He couldn't go back, or the Daubers would immediately realize that something was wrong. Qin Lang nodded. "I'm going to stay on Devil's Island for a few days."

"That's a great idea." She admired, but more mockingly, "You're ready for me to continue to do all the work of the company on my own?" ”

"It's only three days."

"'Just'? Qin, haven't you noticed that you are too lacking in gentlemanly demeanor? ”

"Or do you want Mr. and Mrs. Daubers to notice Elizabeth's tricks? Rachel, you have to make a sacrifice for the sake of your dear cousin"—he leaned over Rachel so that she could be heard alone—"and in return for your dedication, I have some good news for you. ”

"What's the good news?" She was a little more interested, but still not much.

"In another hour, Duncan and O'Connor's transport ship will arrive in San Diego, and you will be able to see them in the evening."

"Oh, that's good news to celebrate." Rachel sarcastically said that she could finally teach the two Dukes a lesson. However, "Is that what your 'some' good news is?" ”

"Of course not." Qin Lang smiled, "I made an agreement with Morgan that if the military adviser we send can replace the German military adviser hired by the Chinese army, he will help us get Robert. Rickman owns half of the food company's shares. ”

Rachel looked at him suspiciously. "How could Morgan do that?"

"I made a bet with him."

"You're so cunning." Of course, if she knew the truth about the bet, she would never say that—but Rachel didn't know, and she didn't have the opportunity to know.

Because Qin Lang continued: "And I negotiated some new business with Morgan, Rockefeller, and the Chicago and Cleveland consortiums. ”

For a moment, Rachel's breathing seemed to quicken, but then it returned to its original rhythm. (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.) )