In fact, Dragon Boat Festival gave Secretary-General Yang the drawings of the MP28 submachine gun before, but for some reason, this submachine gun was not mass-produced.

Although he didn't ask about Dragon Boat Festival, he could imagine that the first is because of the complex production process, and the second is because the cost is too high and there is no corresponding equipment in China.

So this time, Dragon Boat Festival directly created a simple design drawing, hoping to be mass-produced.

To this end, Dragon Boat Festival conducted serious calculations. Although he was not a professional firearm designer, he could calculate some firearm data. As for the engineers' new ideas, it was their business.

This is a huge project. Dragon Boat Festival thinks that he will have no time to sleep tonight.

However, this is nothing to Dragon Boat Festival. During the war, he often stays asleep for three days and three nights. What can a mere night be considered for him?

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At the same time, when Feng Baobao returned to the hotel where he was paying the rent for one more day, a middle-aged man wearing a black jacket and sunglasses came in from behind him.

The middle-aged man's skin showed a dark olive color, as if it was a healthy skin tone formed by the wind and sun exposure in the years.

In addition, his fingernails were slender and neat, and although his hair was a little bit silver, it was also very clean, giving people a feeling of being shrewd and neat despite being dusty.

When this person heard Feng Baobao's voice, he came up and bowed and smiled, "Of course, I think this brother is from Shanxi?"

Feng Baobao turned his head and saw the other person, and he also felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Feng Baobao also bowed and said, "Yes, it's such a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet a fellow villager here."

The other party bowed again and introduced himself: "My name is Ma Zhongli, and I have been running business outside. This is my first time in Shancheng, and I didn't expect to meet a fellow villager. This is such a coincidence."

Feng Baobao also introduced himself, and then the two of them started chatting with each other.

Most of what Feng Baobao said was about his hometown, but Ma Zhongli said the most about his business.

But it can be seen that Ma Zhongli is very talkative. Although the two of them talk about their own words, Feng Baobao did not feel bored at all.

However, at this moment, Ma Zhongli suddenly asked, "Brother, what are you doing here now?"

Feng Baobao didn't hide it and said, "I am now helping the government. I worked as a soldier before, but later I was injured and could no longer go to the battlefield, so I got a free job."

At this time, Feng Baobao did not say what he did. Because as a military-industrial enterprise, every word he said was confidential. What's more, the two met by chance and he chatted with each other because they were fellow villagers.

And Ma Zhongli didn't mind, but nodded and said, "That's very good. Being able to work for the country can be considered a strong job. Unlike me, I am old and still running around."

Feng Baobao asked, "What business is that brother doing now?"

Ma Zhongli said: "I came to Shancheng this time because it is different from the past. It has a large flow of people and many people from other places, so I want to do some food here."

Feng Baobao nodded and said, "This is indeed a deal that can't be paid much. I support you."

Ma Zhongli smiled and said, "Since my brother is so supportive, how about going to various taverns with me? As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win a hundred battles. I have to understand the catering industry in this mountain city first before deciding whether to do it here?"

Feng Baobao hesitated for a moment, but still followed Ma Zhongli.

Not far away, I saw a tavern.

Ma Zhongli said: "Brother, if I open it, it might be just such a small tavern. How about we two going in? But when we get inside, don't say we are going in and check it out. We are all enemies in this shop. I think we can understand."

Feng Baobao nodded because he is half a businessman, how can he not understand such things?

So he and Na Ma Zhongli entered the tavern. After the two of them sat down, Na Ma Zhongli ordered dishes and asked for wine.

When ordering the dishes, Feng Baobao didn't say anything. When the mate left, he asked, "Brother, aren't you coming to inquire about it? Why are you still ordering dishes and asking for wine?"

Ma Zhongli lowered his voice and smiled: "Brother doesn't know anything. No one will tell you when asking for it with his mouth. If you want to know a store, you will order dishes first, and especially their special dishes. You know how skilled the other party is. We can buy our own special dishes. The second is to drink their wine. This tavern is full of effort. As long as our wine is good, you will not be afraid of no customers."

"oh!"

Feng Baobao suddenly realized, and at this moment, the guy had already started serving the dishes and served four pots of wine to the two of them.

At this time, Ma Zhongli poured wine for Feng Baobao, but Feng Baobao refused and said, "No, I can't drink."

Ma Zhongli advised: "Why, brother, is this little wine worthy to us Shanxi people? And we don't drink too much, just these four pots. Unless your brother doesn't recognize me as a fellow villager."

Feng Baobao looked at the four wine pots that were only one thorn high, and felt that the two of them could not get drunk even if they drank four wine pots, so he said, "Then I'll drink less, hehe!"

Ma Zhongli smiled and said, "That's right. When the fellow villagers meet, we are crying. How far is Shanxi apart from the mountain city? How great is it to meet in the mountain city? How great is it to drink!"

Feng Baobao also picked up the wine glass and said, "Yes, I have drunk it for the friendship between our countrymen!"

As he said that, Feng Baobao drank all the drinks, and Ma Zhongli also raised his head and drank the wine. But his eyes were fixed on Feng Baobao's briefcase.

After a while, all four pots of wine were drunk, and Feng Baobao became a little drunk. He was about to say goodbye, but Ma Zhongli pulled him down.

At this moment, a friend brought four pots of wine.

Ma Zhongli spoke as if his tongue could not be straightened, and said to Feng Baobao: "Brother, I am happy to meet you today. We must drink all the fun."

Feng Baobao waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, I can't drink anymore. I have something to do tomorrow. Brothers don't know. I, my subordinates are in charge of an arsenal. That's all a secret. Tomorrow, I will pay it back tomorrow,... This cannot be said, this is a big secret."

Ma Zhongli's eyes turned and stopped asking. Instead, he filled Feng Baobao with a glass of wine again and said drunkenly: "Brother, you have to drink this glass of wine. Because I want to thank you very much!"

Feng Baobao stared at Ma Zhongli with drunken eyes and asked in confusion: "Thank you for me? What are you for me?"

Ma Zhongli laughed and said, "You are the director of the arsenal. You have made so many excellent weapons for the country. When fighting Japanese devils, you have to rely on the guns made by your brother!"

Feng Baobao was stunned when he heard this, but then he said, "Okay, okay! I've drunk this wine, I've drunk it!"
Chapter completed!