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He showed O'Connor the chart, locked it in the safe, and began his next job as if he had never made a troop chart.

A piece of work related to Elizabeth.

Although the "best chemistry laboratory in the United States" that Qin Lang had promised to give Elizabeth had just begun to build, on Valentine's Day, her chemistry laboratory was officially upgraded to the "Umbrella Security Services Special Weapons and Tactics Research Center".

Qin Lang used this strange name to call his chemical weapons research center, and at the same time, he also decided that the company's chemical warfare unit in the future would be called the "Special Weapons and Tactics Squad...... Of course, the abbreviation for this force is familiar to everyone who lived in the late twentieth century, early twenty-first century: SWAT.

It's quite interesting. Obviously, in the new era, people will have a new, hateful and cursed understanding of the English abbreviation "SWAT".

It's really, really interesting. Qin Lang confirmed this again.

But compared to their names, the "Special Weapons and Tactics Research Center" and the "Special Weapons and Tactics Squad" themselves are not at all interesting. As the world's first chemical weapons research center and chemical warfare unit, they have a whole host of problems to solve: gas masks, chemical suits, safe production facilities, emergency response procedures for crisis events......

But the most serious problem, and one that needs to be addressed immediately, is the researcher.

No one wanted to stay in Elizabeth's lab - not out of fear of danger, but because of sexism. With two exceptions, none of the others recruited were willing to conduct chemical studies under the leadership of a young woman without a degree. These guys all resigned.

And the remaining two guys are even more troublesome. They also did not like working under Elizabeth and were willing to stay in the lab simply because they intended to pursue her.

Of course this is normal, Elizabeth is young and beautiful, and she is not married and has no clear fiancé, and it is neither strange nor to blame for the love at first sight of two young people who have just left college...... But the question is, is Elizabeth the one they are qualified to pursue?

Even if Qin Lang didn't say anything, and Mr. Daubers was still busy moving in distant London, Rachel would never accept two fools pursuing her cousin - although Elizabeth wouldn't accept them, after all, they were two "buzzing" flies, and it would cause her a lot of trouble to let them go around her all day.

And, although Qin Lang seemed indifferent to this, who knew if he would suddenly order the mercenaries to throw those two flies into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks? According to what Rachel knew about Qin Lang, no one knew he would do that until he pulled out his pistol and blasted someone's head off.

It's a pity...... What she meant was that, no matter what, those two annoying flies were always highly talented students with bachelor's degrees, and their deaths were a shamefully huge loss before they could drain their last bit of value.

As a shareholder and manager of the company, she wants to avoid such losses. So Rachel asked Yi Shui to drop the two flies on Devil's Island.

"At the very least, we have to put someone in charge of the company's specialty drug production line." She made an excuse for her actions, though it was not necessary.

"Of course you can decide where to put them, Rachel." Qin Lang didn't care about the two flies, he only cared about Elizabeth's laboratory, "The question now is, where do we find chemical experts who are willing to be Elizabeth's assistants...... Or students. ”

"Wait, Qin." Elizabeth interjected, "I don't need any assistants—"

"We've already discussed that, Elizabeth. For your safety, you must have assistants. Qin Lang and Rachel said in unison. The resolute attitude and the neat pace of speech gave the impression that they had indeed discussed the issue with Elizabeth, when in reality, they had never discussed it with her.

There is simply no room for discussion in such a matter.

But there were times, especially when it came to her interests, that Elizabeth could become a little stubborn. "I'm not stupid enough to ignore my safety, I can take care of myself. And," she said emotionally, "you've already tried, haven't you?" No one wants to work under the leadership of a woman. ”

Qin Lang exchanged glances with Rachel and decided who would come forward to admonish her. In the end, they decided to do this work together, but it was up to Qin Lang to start. "You're right, we did. But that doesn't mean anything, those guys are all from Cal Poly and don't have graduates from other schools. Since they don't want to, we can try someone else. ”

"How's your classmate, Elizabeth?" Rachel advised, "They should be unbiased against you. And you are already familiar with each other, cooperation is not a problem. ”

"It's better to be a female classmate—are there any women in your college classmates, Elizabeth?" He continued. Preferably her female classmates, of course. Things wouldn't be so much fun if they were still hired with some "buzzing" flies that gave him the urge to shoot them in the head.

Rachel thought it was a good suggestion: Girl, it solves both problems. "Elizabeth, what do you think of Qin's idea?" She asked.

"Nope." Elizabeth's attitude was even more resolute than before. She stood up and declared the conversation over, "If you guys want to get me some helpers, feel free." But I don't want assistants, and I don't want to get my classmates here. ”

Then she left.

"God." Rachel kept staring at her back, trying to figure out the crux of the problem, but finally let out a helpless sigh. "Qin, it looks like things are a little troublesome."

"yes, a big nuisance."

However, no matter how reluctant Elizabeth was, or even resisted, Qin Lang continued to find a suitable assistant for her. At the same time, he was actively looking for others: gun and artillery designers. Only Browning and his brother had the ability to design a new gun in the research department of the Great Viper Arms Company. The rest of the newcomers who joined the company during Qin Lang's departure from San Diego can only improve on the basis of existing products.

Although they all did a good job and successfully completed tasks such as attaching water-cooled sleeves to machine guns, what Qin Lang needed now was some characters who could replace him and Browning.

His time for personal involvement in weapons design was becoming less and less, and Browning's energy was not unlimited, and without the arrival of new blood, the rising Viper Arms Company would soon be reduced to a third-rate factory that made a living by eating old money and selling bullets.

"It's pretty bad, what do you think, Mr. Novotny?" Qin Lang looked at the candidate in front of him with great interest—Otto Novotny, a German immigrant with a typical Germanic face, who was now sitting motionless like a sculpture, and only nodded mechanically when he heard the question. "Yes, sir."

"You want to work for the Great Viper Weapons Company?"

"Yes, sir."

"So, I think you've read the company's recruitment announcement," Qin Lang leaned forward and asked, "Where is the sample of the firearm you designed?" ”

Each candidate must present a sample of a firearm they have made or prove that they have worked for another firearms company for at least three years. But apparently, Novotny, who was not fluent enough in English, could not provide evidence of his work experience, and he did not have a firearm sample.

At least Qin Lang didn't see any samples of firearms.

Of course, he didn't. "Sir, I haven't worked in a gun factory, nor have I made firearms...... "So what else are you applying for?" Qin Lang thought depressedly, secretly wondering if he should deduct the one-month bonus of the stupid HR head who let Novotny pass the initial test, while listening to his following. “…… However, I am ready to develop a new firearm that can fire automatically. ”

"A new type of firearm that fires automatically? You want to say machine guns? ”

"No, not a machine gun, it's an automatic weapon that fires pistol bullets." Novotny explained.

Submachine gun! Qin Lang looked at Otto Novotny suspiciously. This guy had never worked in a gun factory, and he had even had no contact with firearms or the machines that produced them - Europe is not the United States, there were not many private gun workshops there - and now he said he wanted to develop a submachine gun?

Obviously, either Mr. Novotny was dreaming, or he thought he was dreaming. Does this German think the Chinese are easily deceived?

Qin Lang asked in a slightly mocking tone, "Mr. Novotny, how much do you know about the principle of bolt automatics?" ”

Perhaps having encountered too many similar situations in his job search, Novotny seemed unresponsive to his taunts. He picked up his bag and searched for something while explaining: "When I was in Germany, I designed an air-piston automatic bolt machine, but no one wanted to produce it, so I only had some drawings...... That's it, sir. ”

He took out the drawings he had drawn and put them on Qin Lang's desk.

Qin Lang picked up one of them and glanced at it casually, then was stunned for a few seconds, and then rang the bell to call his secretary. "Mr. Browning, please come to me." He paused, then added, "Go! ”

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