When George Parker left Li Zixuan's office in the New York Times building, he was stunned.
The person who applied the ointment still did not know that a certain Chinese person was preparing a big net for them.
In Tokyo, Murata Keyoshi of the Firearms Research Institute soon received a reply from Lee Browning.
"Baka, the eagle-sauce people are too despicable!”
Murata Tsuyoshi shouted.
As someone who had just been promoted to a major general of the land army, he had finally managed to ask the minister of the land army to
allocate a huge sum of money from the small military expenditure of the land army to purchase new rifles and production lines.
However, what they did not expect was that the people of Yingjiang who only knew money in the past
did not agree to them bringing in the production line this time. They only agreed to sell guns to them.
In fact, was the country really unable to produce the 1882 Lee rifle?
Actually, that was not the case. Although the design of the 1882 Li rifle was advanced, the country of medicine had already established a certain industrial production capacity since the Meiji Restoration.
Perhaps they couldn't replicate large ships, but for ordinary firearms, even if they couldn't reach the original technology, they could replicate them.
However, in recent years, the plaster country had been trying to advocate "breaking away from Asia and entering Europe", that is,"full westernization".
Whether it was culture and education, the state system, enterprise development, technological research, or even personal attire, the country of plasters had learned from the advanced countries in Europe and America.
In terms of education, the Plaster Country had established Western universities led by Tokyo University and sent students to Europe and the United States.
Under such circumstances, they had to abide by the rules set by the West.
If they copied the 1882 Lee rifle on a large scale, it would definitely violate the patent of the Eagle Country.
Once Lee Browning sued, the court would not dare to side with the government or the military.
Otherwise, it would be a sign of contempt for the rules set by the West.
If there were economic sanctions, as an island country with poor resources,
the plaster country would have no ability to resist at all. The economic development that women had painstakingly obtained from selling pants for decades might be gone in one day.
Therefore, if it was not a last resort.
The plaster country wanted to introduce production lines through formal channels and obtain patent authorization.
The 10,000 rifle orders were the stepping stone.
Unfortunately, Hawkeye had eaten his stepping stone and did not agree to his real request at all.
Other than the 1882 Lee rifle, other countries also had decent firearms. Hans 'latest Mauser was one of them.
However, even though there were better guns, they had to spend a lot of money to buy a relatively inferior gun.
He felt uncomfortable!
The Japanese Major General felt the same way.
However, Murata Keyoshi had already decided that since he could not obtain it through formal channels, he would secretly copy it.
Who could say that it was the same gun after changing the shape of the gun?
Even if they had to deal with patent lawsuits, the plaster court could drag it out until the patent expired.
In fact, the Murata Type 13 and Type 30 rifles produced by the Plaster Country were all copied.
Li Zixuan, who was based in New York, had already known that this would happen.
Instead of doing so, he might as well sell some "specially supplied" versions of the 1882 Lee rifle.
Those guns could not only consume the funds of the country, but they would not pose a threat to "that country."
After all, those guns only needed to be used for a period of time before they would have serious quality problems and could no longer be used.
As for what the other party would think.
Would Li Zixuan care about the opinions of the person who applied the ointment?
Sometimes, he even wondered if he should plant a batch of 'Stairway of the Sun' flowers in Africa and develop the T-virus. If he
dared to plant it in the country of medicine before World War II, he would only need to publicize it as an infectious disease.
By completely sealing off the country, they could put an end to the harm it posed to the surrounding countries.
However, the T-virus was too contagious. Once it was leaked, it would become uncontrollable.
It would even greatly affect the planet's ecology.
To be honest, Li Zixuan did not want this planet to face a world-ending crisis.
After thinking about it, he temporarily sealed this thought.
If they could develop an antidote for the T-virus in the future, then it would be unknown.
When Li Zixuan finished his day's work, he returned to the Lee Manor on the South Harrison River in New York in the evening.
Marion and Elizabeth were playing chess.
"General!"
Marion took a soldier and commanded the king of Elizabeth.
This was a soldier who had undergone a transformation. Elizabeth's king immediately fell into a very passive position.
Elizabeth looked at the chess pieces on her chessboard and felt a headache.
"I lost!" She admitted defeat decisively.
When the two of them saw Li Zixuan walk into the hall, they smiled happily at him.
"Bruce, I heard from Dad that Morgan invited you to a banquet!”
Elizabeth stood up and said,
So it was because of this!
Li Zixuan nodded and sat on the sofa.
"I was just about to call you to invite you. Are you free this weekend?" he asked.”
"There shouldn't be anything. I can apply for leave from St. Louis Hospital!”
Elizabeth said.
That's right, Elizabeth was currently an intern.
She had not graduated from the University of Pennsylvania's nursing hospital, and she was currently in her internship period.
"Oh right, I heard from Marion that you've already ordered a portion of the sulfuric acid to be mass-produced and sold!”
Elizabeth was a member of the Rockefeller Family and Marion's best friend.
Not only did she know about sulfuric acid, but she had also heard about penicillin.
As a doctor, she naturally knew what these two drugs represented.
Many diseases that seemed to be incurable now could be easily cured with these two drugs.
"Yes, but Sean, you should know that as a new drug, sulfuric acid is not cheap!”
said Li Zixuan.
"Then can I pay on credit?" Elizabeth blinked her eyes playfully and said with a smile.
Marion stood up and walked up to Elizabeth, pulling her tender face.
"Let me see, Sean, can you pay on credit with your little face?”
"Annoying, Marion, don't pull my face. The game will get bigger!"”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction. At the same time, she started to rub Marion's itchy flesh.
"Hahaha, Sean, don't!”
Marion put down her hand and couldn't help but laugh.
Speaking of which, although the two of them were competitors in some aspects, their relationship had always been the same as when they were young. They were closer than biological sisters.
After playing for a while, the two of them tidied up their clothes.
"Ahem, Sean, I happen to need a hospital to promote the new drug. I'll choose St. Louis Hospital, where you're interning. I'll get the pharmaceutical factory to send 10,000 vials to your hospital tomorrow!”
"That's great. Thank you, Bruce!”
Before Li Zixuan could finish his sentence, Elizabeth jumped into his arms.
"Sean, get out of the way. I want it too!"”
Marion also fell into Li Zixuan's arms.
"Why can't you learn the reserved ways of the Easterners?"
While Li Zixuan was happy, he was also being pretentious in his heart.
The next morning,
in Times Square in Manhattan, New York
, the paperboys began to wave the New York Times in their hands on the streets and alleys
."Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, ladies and gentlemen, The New York Times, The New York Times, Bruce Lee's gift to the world... Did you receive it?"
Hearing this, some gentlemen who were rushing to work stopped in their tracks when they heard the paperboy's shout.
There were already streetcars all over the city. Someone stuck out his head and said,
"Give me one!"
Immediately, the paperboy ran to the streetcar and handed the newspaper to the gentleman who stuck his head out of the streetcar window.
The latter gave the paperboy three cents.
Then, the person started reading the newspaper on the slowly moving streetcar seat.
Other than the two Xia people in suits, the rest of the passengers on the streetcar were all white. In this era, black people were not allowed to take the streetcar.
Otherwise, white people would refuse to take the streetcar.
The white gentleman found it strange when he saw that the headline of the newspaper was about a drug called sulfuric acid.
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