Four days after returning to San Francisco.
Li Zixuan woke up and washed up as usual.
Then, he practiced a set of Ancient Ang Fist in the courtyard.
After a little exercise, he went to the restaurant in the front hall to eat some food.
His father, Li Shi, had left early today. He went to the Hong Sect headquarters before dawn.
Li Zixuan knew that this was because of the internal purge of the Hong Sect two days ago.
He still needed to deal with some follow-up matters.
Li Zixuan naturally agreed with his father's actions this time.
After all, if the Xia people were still unable to unite, then how could there be a glorious revival?
Even if Li Zixuan had the check-in system, he would not be able to do anything if the people of Xia Country were a pile of loose sand.
However, he also reminded Li Shi to pay attention to his security.
In this era, killing people was too easy. A small hooligan only needed a gun to shoot a big shot in the head.
Li Zixuan didn't want anything to happen to his father.
Fortunately, his father also recognized this point, and there were seven or eight martial arts experts following him.
Although those people were a little weak against Li Zixuan, who had been injected with the T-virus, three or four ordinary Caucasians would not be able to get close to each of them.
Moreover, each of them carried a gun with them to protect Li Shi.
After leaving the restaurant, Li Zixuan rode his family's carriage to the Lee Smith Razor in the suburbs of San Francisco.
It was still busy every day.
Li Zixuan got off the carriage. The guards outside the factory did not stop him when they saw him.
It had only been a month since they entered the factory, but the place had become completely different.
There was originally only one factory, but now three new ones were built.
The land of the factory had been leveled. If it was still the factory of the clay workshop in the past,
it was now a modern factory.
All of this was due to the hiring of the white professional manager.
To be honest, neither the Li family nor the Smith family were qualified managers.
They might have no problem managing a restaurant or a farm, but they couldn't manage a large enterprise.
Therefore, it was absolutely necessary to introduce professional managers.
As for why they didn't hire a manager from China, to be honest, in the Eagle Sauce Country, the general education level of the Chinese in this era was very low.
Most of them were engaged in low-level industries such as clothing, food, housing, and transportation.
It was really difficult for them to manage a large enterprise.
Therefore, the problem of education was something that his father's Hong Sect needed to solve.
However, that was not something that could be seen in a short period of time. He could only wait for the future.
In less than a month, this Dutch migrant named Prescot had helped the factory save a lot of unnecessary expenses.
In terms of tax, reasonable tax evasion was also carried out.
When they arrived at the first factory, the manager named Prescot was already waiting inside.
"Manager Prescot, have you made the thing I ordered?”
Li Zixuan asked the moment they met.
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Of course, Mr. Bruce!" The manager smiled.”
As he spoke, he asked a Chinese worker to take out a strip wrapped in white cloth from his office.
Li Zixuan took the strip and removed the gauze.
A brand new flintlock appeared in his hand.
"This 1822 Lee rifle was made through the design you drew, Sir Bruce.”
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To be honest, Mr. Brosnan, you are indeed worthy of being said to be comparable to that Thomas Eden in the newspaper. You can actually design such a great flintlock!" Manager Prescot said excitedly.”
Li Zixuan didn't pay much attention to the Dutchman manager's compliment. He stroked the streamlined gun body made of black walnut.
In fact, this gun was the M1903 Springfield Rifle that would only appear in the future. It had a 7.62mm caliber and a
rotating recoil mechanism, imitating the future German 98 series Mauser rifle.
To be honest, this gun was indeed very advanced in this era. It was a revolving back pull type gun with a 5-round magazine.
Before the appearance of semi-automatic and automatic rifles, it could be said to be a weapon of war.
"Do you have bullets?" Li Zixuan asked the manager.
"Yes, I made some, but because of the equipment, there aren't many!”
As the manager spoke, he ordered his men to bring over 20 more yellow bullets.
In fact, if they didn't want to mass produce bullets, they didn't need too high-end machines.
The razor factory equipment could completely satisfy them.
Of course, if he wanted to manufacture a bullet production line, these equipment were not suitable at all. He needed to specially design and manufacture a bullet production line.
Therefore, Li Zixuan took the sample gun and quickly arrived at Old Smith's house.
When he saw Li Zixuan, Old Smith, like many others, felt that Li Zixuan's transformation was too miraculous.
However, he was also fooled by Li Zixuan's excuse of having a breakthrough in martial arts.
Therefore, Li Zixuan continued to speak of his purpose.
"Hunting wild boars is a good idea. This season is indeed very suitable for hunting. However, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby!”
Old Smith nodded.
"Because I designed a gun, the 1882 Lee Rifle, and I'm ready to try it out!”
As Li Zixuan spoke, he untied the long gun wrapped in white cloth and threw it to Old Smith
. After Old Smith took the gun, he weighed it and checked the crosshair.
As an expert with guns, he could tell at first glance that this gun was extraordinary.
"This gun is a flintlock with a rotating recoil mechanism. Its firing speed is five times that of the M1855 rifle. Even the latest model M1973 has an overwhelming advantage in firing speed!”
"Do you have bullets?" Old Smith's eyes lit up when he heard Li Zixuan's introduction.
Hearing this, Li Zixuan immediately took out five copper bullets from his pocket.
Then, he guided the bullet into the magazine.
Outside the farm, Old Smith raised his 1882 Lee rifle and aimed at a bird that had fallen on a tree 300 meters away.
With a bang, the bird fell directly to the ground.
"God, this is really a good gun!”
Old Smith exclaimed.
The Martini Henry single-shot rifle that he regarded as a treasure, if it was aimed at a distance of 300 meters
, the bullet would fly away.
In comparison, the accuracy of the flintlock in his hand was indeed incomparable.
After testing a few more bullets, Old Smith reluctantly handed the gun to Li Zixuan and asked
,"Little Bruce, are you still going to produce firearms?”
"Why not? I have enough money now to buy a large-scale gun factory!”
"That's true. With such an excellent flintlock, it will definitely sold well!”Old Smith nodded and said,
"Let's have a hunt in two days. At that time, we can invite the governor to join us.”
"Oh, he agreed!" Li Zixuan asked curiously.
The joint invitation from United Oil and the Lee-Smith Oil Company had been sent out for a few days,
but there had been no reply. Li Zixuan thought that the governor of California might refuse.
However, from Old Smith's tone, it was obvious that the governor had agreed to the invitation.
"Yes, the state's attorney general, the financial officer, and a few state's senators will be attending the banquet.”
Old Smith smiled and said,
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