For a while, for a few weeks, Qin Lang had to waste a lot of time and energy dealing with all kinds of troubles caused by the "terrorist attack" launched by the Alliance: special phone calls, urgent telegrams, or secret visitors on a special mission, etc., all of which needed to be taken seriously. Pen and Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info then, like the inevitable low tide after the high tide, they and they disappeared from his vision.

Just as quickly as it came.

Of course, this does not mean that the incident has completely ended, on the contrary, it has just begun, and the real show has not yet started, but for Qin Lang, he has answered many questions, put forward many suggestions, made many plans and issued many instructions, for the time being, people do not need him to express more opinions.

"That's a good thing." He told his three new visitors, "so that I can use my limited time for more meaningful work." ”

He didn't say "like now", but several visitors understood what he meant and were amused by his little compliment.

Sitting in the middle of the three, the lieutenant colonel who was apparently the leader of the group, immediately expressed his gratitude on behalf of everyone. "It's our honor, Mr. Qin."

He wore brand-new epaulettes on his officer's uniform. Qin Lang believed that Mr. Lieutenant Colonel's honor came from the heart, but his compliment was also - if it was just an ordinary naval officer who had just been promoted, of course he wouldn't need to do it, but if this gentleman's name was Frank. Freddy. Fletcher, this is very necessary - after all, if there are no surprises, in another ten years, Lieutenant Commander Fletcher will be promoted to Admiral Fletcher, and in another thirty years, there will be another Admiral Fletcher, Frank. Jack. Fletcher, his nephew.

Even if it's just for the future of Umbrella, maintaining good relations with Lieutenant Colonel Fletcher - and the Fletcher family - is a very necessary thing.

What's more, Qin Lang has some other ideas.

"You're welcome, Lieutenant Colonel Fletcher." He found a plausible reason for himself, "As far as I know, you're an expert in torpedo tactics in the Navy, and I'm looking forward to exchanging views with you on this issue." ”

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Qin." Again, the lieutenant commander said that he clearly did not use it as an excuse or a polite remark: although he had never heard of Qin Lang having any research on torpedo tactics, given the genius he had already shown in other fields, and the ability to talk and laugh with Admiral Dewey, Fletcher had no doubt that he would be able to make some original points.

Qin Lang didn't know what Mr. Lieutenant Colonel was thinking at the moment, but he could guess that his snowball-like reputation had played a role again, so he nodded and turned his gaze to the naval captain who was sitting to the left of Lieutenant Colonel Fletcher.

"Captain MacArthur." He gave Mr. Captain a warm smile that seemed completely heartfelt, "It's a pleasure to see you again." How are your father and father-in-law doing? ”

Navy Captain Arthur. MacArthur III, as his name suggests, was Arthur. MacArthur II's eldest son, Douglas. MacArthur's older brother. Although he did not understand why a young man like him, who was born into a traditional army officer family, chose to join the Navy, and it was likely that he died prematurely due to illness, accident or other causes, Mr. Captain's status and reputation were far lower than that of the future Philippine Marshal, but Qin Lang did not care about these issues. The important thing is that he was always a member of MacArthur, which is enough to give him enough attention.

And his father-in-law was Rear Admiral Bowman. Hendry. McCarall, another senior officer.

The double shining background also means that the emphasis is doubled.

Fortunately, Qin Lang and MacArthur had known each other in the Philippines, and Umbrella's mercenaries had assisted Major General MacArthur in suppressing the Filipino resistance, and his attitude did not exceed Captain MacArthur's expectations: he thought it was just normal social etiquette.

Mr. Captain's reply was also courteous: "They are all very good, General, thank you for your concern." ”

"What about your wife and son?" Qin Lang continued, "I'm sorry, I couldn't attend your wedding in person. ”

He wasn't really sorry—his name never appeared on any of the invitations—and Captain MacArthur knew about it, so he was a little uncomfortable.

Of course, more was the surprise: his son, Arthur. MacArthur IV, who had only been born for a few months, had not yet known the news, and it was almost certain that those who knew the news and had a connection with Qin Lang would not specifically mention it. He had heard more than once that Qin Lang had always been well-informed, but he never thought that he would be so well-informed, even though he had planted many ...... in various places

Captain MacArthur tried to get rid of the "S" that was about to pop up in his head, and once again politely thanked him. "They're fine too, General, thank you for your concern."

"According to tradition, I should have prepared a gift for your son," Qin Lang continued to show the importance he attached to MacArthur, and then changed his words, "But it is a pity that since you are performing official duties on behalf of the U.S. Navy, in order to avoid arousing unwarranted suspicion and attacks from the outside world, I can only save it for a more opportune time." ”

MacArthur secretly breathed a sigh of relief: he didn't want to accept a gift from Qin Lang for any reason at this sensitive time. Whether it is Qin Lang, MacArthur or McCalalla, there are many open or potential opponents, and they will not let go of any tricks worth using.

He even had a slight suspicion that although the Navy ordered him to San Diego because he was one of the very few officers in the Navy with experience commanding submarines, it was likely the result of some behind-the-scenes push, and his future would be affected if he was not careful.

He was glad that Qin Lang hadn't gone too far in his personal relationship with the MacArthur family, even though the next conversation might have become more difficult.

Qin Lang has already begun.

"So, let's talk about business." He picked up a document on his desk, "According to the memorandum I have received, the Admiralty has asked you to conduct a comprehensive one-month assessment of the submarines manufactured by Umbrella's KDY Company, and the assessment report you submit will serve as the main basis for the Navy's procurement of this weapon to replace the obsolete Holland-type submarines, and my question is, can this evaluation be extended?" ”

"Why?" The third guest spoke, "I remember, Quart...... Well...... What's it called? ”

"Mr. Winkler, Quart Power Dockyard, you may call it KDY."

Elvin. Winkler, Claude's old friend in the Navy's shipbuilding department—of course, had known Qin Lang for many years—struggled to squeeze an exaggerated look of surprise on his face: "God, why did you change your shipyard to this strange name?" You know, that name was already weird before. ”

"I think it's a better name." Qin Lang responded with a reason that was not like a reason. The truth is, he never really thought about naming it - he never was good at it - but one day, he suddenly thought KDY was more interesting than HDW, so he changed the name of the shipyard.

It's not a bit of a problem: KDY is still a new, obscure company that hasn't sold a single product, no matter what name it changes, and sees it as a business please.

Winkler thinks so.

"I thought ......," he shook his head, deciding to forget about the little question, "I want to say that your KDY company has built several experimental submarines. ”

"Yes," Qin Lang said, "but if the Navy is willing to postpone the assessment plan by two weeks, you can evaluate the latest submarine it has built." ”

"How is it different from previous submarines?"

"Bigger, more advanced, and safer."