The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Seeing is believing, John Browning was convinced.

He looked at the two carved models on the table and said with a wry smile: If I had a team like the two of you, my achievements would be far better than today. Your master and apprentice can equal a thirty-person design team.

These two guns were designed by Zhao Chuanxin according to their ideas after irreconcilable differences arose during the discussion.

John Browning, for the first time in his life, designed a highly feasible work in one day.

Zhao Chuanxin patted Margaret Gompers on the head: Don't underestimate this apprentice of mine, she is also amazing. She told me that you hid a trick in the design of the gun's rear sight.

John Browning was shocked at first, then blushed.

This old man, who was not considered cunning, murmured: Haha, it's not like I'm hiding something. It's just that your master and apprentice gave me inspiration, and I suddenly thought of the flake front sight and the notched rear sight.

The two guns on the table share the ideas of both John Browning and Benjamin Goldberg.

It's more like Benjamin Goldberg's style, with more innovations. It has an open-top slide, the automatic mode is a barrel short recoil type, the locking mechanism is a card swing type, and Benjamin Goldberg's whimsical use of a double-action type. The firing mechanism and hammer-rotating firing mechanism also use a two-piece firing pin.

The one that leans towards the John Browning style has his usual style. The trigger and hammer are not linked. You only need to simply pull the trigger to fire, or use the slide to load the gun.

But these two guns are both landmark weapons.

Even though it is just a model now, John Browning dared to say that the significance of their appearance is subversive.

He said: I never thought that design would be such a simple thing.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes widened and he looked surprised: Huh? I never thought how difficult it would be to design such a thing...

John Browning: ...

Can you die if you don’t brag?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that design is nothing difficult for this master and apprentice.

If you have an idea, you can cash it in immediately, and with a gun master like Zhao Chuanxian putting it to the test, it's clear at a glance whether it's suitable or not.

He decided not to argue with children.

He stood up and fastened the buttons on his suit. This time it was his turn to reach out solemnly: Benjamin, I apologize for the slight before. It turns out that heroes do not care about their origin and age. It is a pleasure to work with you. thing.

Margaret Gompers' big eyes flickered.

It turns out that being Zhao Chuanxin's apprentice can gain recognition from adults so easily.

Benjamin Goldberg wanted to act like a senior brother in front of his junior sister, so he shook hands with him proudly.

John Browning extended his hand to Margaret Gompers again: Young lady, you are also very remarkable, although I don't know how you read my thoughts.

Seeing that she still had her share, Margaret Gompers couldn't help but smile sweetly, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

It can be seen that not long ago she was haunted by inner demons.

The feeling of being recognized for doing things with Master is the best way to heal.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly gave Benjamin Goldberg a wink.

The eldest apprentice immediately said: Mr. Browning, I have doubts.

Please tell me. It was rare that this kid still had questions and wanted to ask the senior for advice, so the senior was not directly shot to death on the beach.

John Browning was willing to teach him and answer his questions, which pleased him very much.

Mr. Browning, weapons manufacturing is closely related to the industrial process. This was what the master and apprentice had discussed long ago to extort trade secrets. Benjamin Goldberg took advantage of John Browning's good mentorship and hurriedly asked: You know how to use the gas generated by the bullet to achieve automation, but if you want to design a weapon, after the bullet is pushed out, the gas passes through the gas tube, enters the rear bracket, and drives the extractor, drags the edge of the bullet, and removes the bullet. After all, with today’s industrial technology, can this be achieved?”

As an expert, John Browning was ashamed to find that he vaguely couldn't understand Benjamin Goldberg's description.

He thought about it again and again, and finally understood something: If it were just a heavy machine gun like the Maxim, you wouldn't ask me. The weapon you mentioned should be more sophisticated and complex than a heavy machine gun. You know, when I design a weapon, not only We have to consider the weapon itself and the limitations of metal processing and manufacturing, so the simpler the structure, the better. The parts are too precise and require metal strength and resistance, which is the biggest problem, as well as reliability...

John Browning talked endlessly, but he never thought that Benjamin Goldberg would have any unparalleled designs.

Because people cannot imagine and recognize unexpected things.

What he roughly means is that weapons can be manufactured, but with the current technology, mass production is unrealistic.

Many materials have to be made by hand.

Under the instruction of Zhao Chuanxin, Benjamin Goldberg used the child's identity to cunningly continue to talk to John Browning.

But when Zhao Chuanxin stole his master's apprenticeship, Abraham Cohen ran into trouble.

He was determined to get on the right track, and when he had some achievements, he couldn't wait to tell the world.

When Zhao Chuanxin made the decision to put him in charge of the company's affairs, he immediately went to the Holland Hotel at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 30th Street in Manhattan, preparing to book the banquet hall here and invite all the respectable people he could know. Come to the party.

There was a reason why he chose the Holland Hotel. No matter in terms of size, luxury or popularity, the Holland Hotel was far inferior to the Walldorf Hotel, and of course the price was cheaper.

However, the service here is of high standard and high quality.

Just have face.

After arriving, we had already discussed the price with the manager and even paid the deposit.

At this time, a group of people came. After talking to the manager for a few words, the manager said to Abraham Cohen with a shameful face: Sorry, Mr. Cohen, an accident happened. I can only refund the deposit to you.

Abraham Cohen was furious when he heard this.

What did you say? Refund the deposit? Do you know what credibility means to a businessman? How can you do this?

The manager just smiled and said: This person is not easy to mess with, I'm really sorry.

Haha. Abraham Cohen sneered: You mean, I'm easier to mess with than them, right?

That's not what I meant. The manager explained: They are people from the Constitutional Council of the Qing Empire.

Abraham Cohen doesn't listen to explanations.

Think of them as a gangster in the food truck, right?

He pushed the manager away and walked toward the people over there.

These people have shiny foreheads and long braids on the back of their heads.

Suit + yin and yang head, easy to identify.

The leader has two downward-curving rat whiskers.

Abraham Cohen rolled up his sleeves: Hey, old man, it's you. I have something to ask you.

The man was stunned for a moment, and immediately a strong man stood in front of him.

The man frowned: Who are you? What advice do you have?

I booked this banquet hall first, you know? Abraham Cohen said angrily.

Even though he aspires to be a master, the man in a suit might also be a thug.

The rat-bearded old man was behind the guard, stroking his beard and smiling complacently: No matter where you are, virtuous people will naturally live there. How can there be a first-come, last-served rule? I'm Kang Youwei, have you ever heard of me?

He is a frequent reporter and is a well-known figure at home and abroad.

Even many Americans would give him a bit of a thumbs-down.

However, Abraham Cohen had never heard of him: I don't care who you are, but if you don't respect our food truck gang, you're going to pay the price.

If it were some politician or some capitalist, Kang Youwei might still be afraid of him.

Instead, when Abraham Cohen mentioned the dining truck gang, Kang Youwei straightened his back and said with a smile: Sir, you'd better get out of the way. If you don't know how to respect the 'Imperial Constitutional Council', you will also pay the price.

Abraham Cohen saw three stocky Chinese men standing next to Kang Youwei. He knew that a good man would not suffer the immediate consequences, so he gritted his teeth and walked out the door.

As soon as he went out, he waved across the street.

Two Jews who were smoking across the street came over.

When Kang Youwei took people out, he was blocked by Abraham Cohen.

You think you have more people, right? Abraham Cohen sneered.

Kang Youwei showed no fear on his face. His bodyguard blew a whistle, and a group of Chinese men got out of several carriages parked nearby and surrounded Abraham Cohen.

Abraham Cohen: ...

Careless!

…

Zhao Chuanxin got the secret he wanted.

John Browning also met Zhao Chuanxin's team.

Before leaving, John Browning decided to stay in the east, formally sign a contract with Zhao Chuanxin, improve the design, and also go to Kurdex to give instructions on Zhao Chuanxin's workshop.

Zhao Chuanxin took his two apprentices and left the Waldorf Hotel with satisfaction.

He looked up at the cirrocumulus clouds in the sky and thought it might rain.

Benjamin Goldberg suddenly said: Master, look over there, it seems that the employees of Xinghui Catering Company are surrounded by people.

The Hotel Holland is not far from the Hotel Walldorf.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and saw that Abraham Cohen was surrounded by a group of Chinese.

Overseas, Zhao Chuanxin regards the entire Chinese community as his own, even though there may be mixed good and bad among the Chinese.

He said harm: The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, how come our people are at odds with our own people?

With that said, he hurried over with his two apprentices to see what was going on.

Coming closer.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the crowd together: Hey, please give me a break. My big gold ring fell to the ground and I can't find it.

As soon as this sentence came out, most people started to look down.

Hearing Zhao Chuanxin's voice, Abraham Cohen, who was ready to be beaten, was overjoyed.

Boss, why are you here?

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: What, are you pretending to be beaten by others?

Abraham Cohen: ...

How could you guess so accurately?

Kang Youwei stroked his beard and looked at Zhao Chuanxin who suddenly appeared: Who is your Excellency?

He felt that Zhao Chuanxian should be Chinese.

But generally, the majority of Chinese people coming overseas are from the south.

Zhao Chuanxin has a typical northern appearance.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked, hey, this person looks so wretched, but he looks familiar.

Chen Yigeng, this is my friend. I wonder why he offended me?

Kang Youwei's cheeks twitched when he heard him call him brother.

I'm Kang Youwei!

He had the temperament of relying on his old age and selling off his old age, so naturally he couldn't bear to hear Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Hearing this name, Zhao Chuanxin's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold.