Lawrence was awakened by the factory siren early the next morning. Because there was still something to do in the morning, he picked it up neatly from the bed. After a brief cleaning, he opened the door and walked out. Then he went downstairs with Syfiel who was out almost at the same time.

"It succeeded, I made it." Just when the two of them had just left the building, the dwarf Eugene ran over with excitement. "I made the weapon on the picture yesterday."

After a short figure ran up, Lawrence realized that his hair and beard looked messy, and his shirt and leather apron were covered with stains from various metalworking. It seems that Eugene has been busy all night after getting the drawings, and this morning he ran over to inform Lawrence of the good news as soon as the work was finished.

"The design of this thing is really clever, and it's very simple to make. I swear it absolutely meets the needs of the military. It's really a genius design—" Eugene immediately said with excitement after seeing Lawrence. Thanks to him not only a dwarf but also an extraordinary person, he has a much stronger body than normal people. Otherwise, people like him who stayed up all night to do heavy physical work will never be as full of energy as they are now.

As Eugene talked about them along the way, they came to a factory. Except for a few workers standing by a bullet production line assembling bullets in the factory, the other workers who have no work in their hands all gathered around to look at something.

"Everyone give me a little bit. I called the designer and asked him to come and help us see if there are any shortcomings in this thing." Eugene shouted loudly, as soon as his voice fell to those workers. A gap was opened, revealing the artillery that they had been watching before.

This is a gun that looks very different from the current gun. First of all, in terms of volume, this is a little guy with a door framed only to the height of a person's waist. It looks much smaller than an ordinary artillery.

Secondly, the structure of this artillery is extremely simple. Except for a barrel, it is an iron plate fixed in the direction of the rear of the gun, a tripod that lifts the muzzle through some seemingly complicated parts, and a fixed to the left of the muzzle. Very simple mechanical sight on the side.

Finally, the wall of this artillery barrel is very thin. It also makes it look like the barrel is not very thick, but the caliber is much larger than similar artillery.

"Very good artillery." Lawrence nodded and said after turning around the artillery two times. He found that the artillery in front of him looked almost the same as the World War II mortars in his mind. But after he took a closer look at the sight, he asked in a puzzled way. "But how did you get the shooting table on this sight?"

"In fact, we built this gun more than four hours ago." said a worker in blue denim overalls. "Then we rowed the gun with Brother Eugene. Go to the small island in front for a test shot. These data are all obtained from the test shot."

"You are really too dangerous." After hearing the worker's words, Safir looked a little excited, because although the island he was talking about could be seen inside the factory, it was three or four kilometers away from them. More importantly, although this island is in an inner water bay, it is very likely to encounter the Murloc Commando at this time.

"It's okay, little girl, don't we still have this." The uncle worker said and patted the mortar, maybe because Syfiel is too young, the uncle subconsciously regarded her as himself A child of his daughter's age. "We did encounter a group of more than a dozen murlocs in the test, but our boss's skill in using artillery is very powerful. Only two or three of a shell were still alive in the past, but we managed it easily with the gun."

"Yeah, yeah, it's not much dangerous." The dwarf Eugene also agreed. "I was attacked that day purely because I went to the headquarters to discuss business and only carried a small powerful pocket pistol. If I If you are fully armed, you will never be caught by those stinky fish—"

After everyone got together and talked for a while, Lawrence and Eugene went to an office on the second floor together. After closing the door, Eugene looked at Lawrence and said, "My friend, I believe this thing will be adopted by the military. So please tell me what I need to pay to get this design?"

"Well-can I buy a share of your factory through this? Of course, I only need half of the shares at most, and I don't require management rights except for normal audits." Lawrence said bluntly that he had obtained the sweetness from the manufacturing industry before. After that, he now has a very strong interest in investing in such factories.

"This—" Eugene showed a look of embarrassment after hearing Lawrence's request, and Lawrence quickly said when he saw it. "Of course, I can also understand that your factory is like your child. If you don't like it, then forget it. We can think of other ways of trading."

"It's not that I'm not willing to sell you shares in this factory." Eugene gave a wry smile. "But you can also see. Although my factory can barely be seen in terms of scale, it is now in a very serious predicament. I think its shares may not be as good as your design. I am so sorry."

"Hey, why am I still thinking about it." Lawrence smiled after hearing Eugene's words. The dwarf Eugene deserves his reputation for loyalty and honesty, and he can think of these things at this time. "Anyway, you did not deceive the problems faced by my factory in the transaction, and my judgment on the status quo is different from yours. I think it is very worthwhile to acquire shares in the factory, not to mention I am optimistic about the future of this factory."

After all, this is a factory named Bofors. From a metaphysical point of view, Lawrence believes that it will be able to make a fortune if it produces weapons.

"Thank you, thank you." After hearing Lawrence's words, Eugène shook his hand vigorously, and tears ooze from the corners of his eyes. After he calmed down, Lawrence and him began to plan the next move.

After serious discussion, Lawrence and Syfiel used new weapon designs and the 4,200 yuan worth of spoils previously captured in the battle with the murlocs in exchange for 50% of the shares of the Bofors factory, of which Syfiel believed that they were the first There is not much effort in the process of saving people and obtaining trophies, so it is only from Lawrence that he asks for the dividend right of 3% of the shares.

After the shares were arranged, Eugene immediately began to organize the workers to produce artillery and ammunition. According to the plan, they will produce 10 mortars and 500 shells in one day with the help of Eugene’s all-out effort~lightnovelpub.net~, while Lawrence and Syfiel will go directly to the military research institute to find I hoped that he could help him get a demo opportunity.

"That's okay. In fact, we have been having a headache recently." Kogger said straightforwardly after hearing Lawrence's request. "Murlocs and many wilderness races are actually not very strong, but they are too numerous. That’s too much. The firepower of the infantry units is indeed inadequate in the face of this situation. If your weapons can be as effective as you said, I believe you will have a steady stream of orders."

What happened in the next few days also proved that Kogg’s guess was completely correct. It was discovered that this mortar was not only low in price, easy to produce, but also capable of following infantry units and possessing no less than large caliber for wild races. With the lethality of the heavy artillery, the military orders immediately flowed to the Bofors factory.

Using the large deposit previously paid by the military, the Bofors factory quickly merged with several other poorly managed factories and began to continuously provide the military with such weapons. The status of a member of the Lawrence Commonwealth Academy of Sciences and the background of the Eugène volcano family also make those who want to be distracted have to withdraw their paws.