Return the favor.
After giving out 40 million pastel pink, Lin Tian completely recognized Qin Jun as a friend. He gave out a gift of tens of millions just like that. He was a person who did big things.
In the office, Qin Jun lay lazily on the sofa and looked at the documents. They were all technical talents that Lin Tian had gathered. Some of them had even stayed in the Munitions Factory before.
For example, the number one talent that caught his eye was once an engineer in the light weapons research and development team of China's North Industries Group. He was familiar with the research and manufacture of various firearms. After retirement, his son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident, leaving the old couple to live with two grandchildren with congenital heart disease.
The high medical expenses and other expenses were not enough to rely on his retirement salary, so he still wanted to work and earn money at the age of 67.
The second person graduated from the School of Mechanical and Electric Engineering of Northwestern Polytechnical University. He could also be called a graduate student of the School of Weapons and Equipment. He could have been assigned to work in several major military corporations after graduation. However, he was sentenced for drunk driving and lost his job after he was released from prison.
Third place, North University of China's School of Mechanical Engineering.
Fourth place, Master of Weapon System and Engineering from Jinling University of Technology.
Fifth place:
Sixth place, Beijing Institute of Technology.
Seventh…eighth…
Everyone seemed to have the same experience. For various reasons, they did not enter the state-owned enterprises and could only do other jobs outside.
Curious!
Qin Jun was curious how Lin Tian found these people. Could it be that he had a special channel?
Lin Tian knew what he was curious about and smiled,"Just don't worry about it. These are all people with clean backgrounds and are completely trustworthy. You can use them without worry, but the salary is a little high.”
"Money isn't a problem. It's fine even if it's more than one million, but you have to sign a contract that's more than ten years. The penalty for breaching the contract starts at one billion. After signing the contract for a year, I'll buy them a touring car and give them two months of paid leave every year.”
"Wait a minute. I've added these people to the group one after another in this month. There are 27 people.”
Soon, the message was sent out and everyone agreed. They were a little impatient.
They went to a technical university and studied weapon manufacturing. They were basically the least popular of the unpopular. Other than working in the military industry group, there seemed to be no other suitable options, let alone a million-dollar annual salary.
"I'll have to trouble President Lin to get your company to help me arrange for an overseas visa and other matters. I can't help it. I don't have the time to deal with these trivial matters now.”
"Brother Qin, don't treat me like an outsider. Is our relationship not worth this little help?”
"Hahaha, I understand. Then I'll go to the airport first. I'll fly immediately. Khlan."
"Be careful."
……
Wu. Khran, Khariv City.
Mentioning Wu. Many people thought of beautiful women in Khran, but it wasn't the Wuke at the beginning of independence. Lan could be said to have been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. In the 1990s, he was also one of the top military powers. He could independently manufacture strategic bomber planes, tanks, warships, and aircraft carriers.
In terms of area, Wuke. Lan was the second largest country in Ou Province, second only to Mao Xiong. It had a huge population of more than 45 million and was extremely rich in natural resources. It not only had a large fertile land that occupied 40% of the total area of the world's black soil belt, but it also contained more than 70 kinds of mineral resources.
Of course, in addition to the unique natural resources, Wu. Kelan also had industrial strength comparable to developed countries. Lan was one of the main industrial bases of the Soviet Union and the United States. The most prominent industry was the military industry. The military industry inherited during the early years of independence could no longer be described as powerful, but extremely powerful.
There were as many as 3594 military industrial enterprises with 3 million employees. Among them, 700 were directly engaged in the production of weapons, with more than 1.4 million employees. The production categories included rockets, large transport aircraft, military warships, armored vehicles, and other land, sea, and air equipment. Most of their products were among the world's top or even top level.
Not only that, but there were also all kinds of welders, aircraft engines, and missile technology.
It was a pity that Glory was not around, leaving behind chicken feathers all over the ground.
"Qin, these are all the machines and equipment in the light weapons workshop of the Kors Munitions Factory. Most of them were made in the 1950s. Although some of them are damaged, they can still be used after some repairs. Also, if you want more production lines, I can help you buy them at a very cheap price.”
"You don't have to worry about transportation. No one in Khran would check on these old antiques and scrap metal. After dismantling them, they would be packed into boxes and shipped to the port. It was very convenient.”
Looking at the machinery and equipment piled up like garbage in the dilapidated factory, Qin Jun's heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe. He almost couldn't help but give the middle-aged man who was drinking vodka next to him a slap.
What a waste. These were the heroes who produced the AK47, how could they be wasted like this?
"Mr. Andre, what's the factory next to it for?”
Qin Jun pointed at the factory that occupied an even larger area. In this abandoned industrial area, that factory was considered relatively complete.
Oh, that.
Andre shrugged." It's the cannonball manufacturing workshop. There are a few old fogeys still guarding there. I don't know what they're thinking. They don't have any cannonballs to make, but they're still guarding the machine. The sooner we deal with this garbage, the better."”
Cannons?
"Take me to see…"
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