"SVD?"

"No, no!"

Yu Zhiguang's fingertips trembled slightly as he traced the lines on the paper inch by inch. It was a blueprint for a sniper rifle.

He suddenly stood up, his expression serious as if he were about to die a heroic death, and slapped his eldest son, who was also staring wide-eyed in horror.

"What are you looking at? Is this something you can look at? Close your eyes and face the wall."

Yu Quansheng took a full-force slap from his father in his excitement, and dared not look at the blueprints again, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

This is truly a treasure trove!

Mu Xia and Ruan Xianxian exchanged a glance, and the former spoke: "SVD sniper rifle, 7.62mm caliber, weighs 4.3kg, maximum range is 1300 meters."

I modified the original design, making the gun shorter and, similarly, shorter in range, making it more suitable for close-quarters combat.

The effective range is approximately 300 to 400 meters.

Yu Zhiguang held the blueprints as if they were a treasure. He looked at the people in the room, especially his son, with a guarded gaze. A thousand words stuck in his throat, which turned into a single word: "Good."

Looking at this veteran with tears in his eyes, Mu Xia was also deeply moved. At that time, most of the equipment and weapons in China were purchased from Russia.

They bought a batch that other companies didn't want and were discarding.

It's not that she can't make something better than the blueprints, but the current precision machining machines for parts can't keep up, so this is the best she can do.

Holding this first sniper rifle that truly belonged to the country, even though it was still just a blueprint, Yu Zhiguang, who had suffered under the tyranny of the Russians, could not hide his excitement.

"Immediately, right now, I need to hand this over."

After saying that, he remembered the two girls in front of him and scratched his head helplessly. "Uncle doesn't mean to take credit for your work, it's just... it's just..."

“They’re just too eager,” Ruan Xianxian said on his behalf, somewhat understanding that after being restrained and constrained for many years, they suddenly have a weapon that can rival it, and they can’t wait to proclaim it to the whole world.

This old man's bandit nature was even stronger than Feng Guang's, but undeniably, they shared the same desire for China to develop rapidly and soar into the world.

People are multifaceted, and Ruan Xianxian was also eyeing the Dalian Shipyard. Only when two equally matched people sit together can there be a basis for cooperation.

"So?" she smiled meaningfully. "Are we now qualified to cooperate with Liaoning Province to open an arms factory?"

Looking at the drawing again after calming down, the working principle of the parts is clearly explained, but the important components and parameters are not mentioned at all.

He was both amused and exasperated, knowing that he had really messed up this time and was completely outmaneuvered.

He turned his head and pointed at his eldest son, who was standing in the corner reflecting on his mistakes, "You there, come upstairs."

Tell those bastards, there's no need to argue anymore; I'll cover the investment for the new arsenal.

Yu Quan: ? ? ?

It's alright, good son. If something happens, well... you!

After the person left, the grandfather and grandson, who were twice the size of each other, started whispering to each other behind closed doors, with lewd and sinister laughter occasionally escaping from the room.

The meeting upstairs was in full swing, but the Ministry of Finance insisted on its own opinion, demanding funding and quotas.

At Feng Lao's signal, the military changed their tune. No one mentioned replacing equipment anymore, and they all said they wanted to build a new arsenal.

After Ruan Xianxian stirred things up, the Ministry of Political Affairs had already defeated all the capable officers there and was now at a disadvantage.

When Yu Quan was let in after knocking on the door, he saw the two sides arguing heatedly, their faces red and their words far less refined than when the two women were there.

Swear words, organ references, and family tree descriptions are flying everywhere.

Only the two people in charge remained unmoved, seemingly used to similar scenes.

He glanced at it a few times and clicked his tongue inwardly. Old Master Feng is still not as powerful as his father!

"Gentlemen, there's no need to argue." He spoke, drawing everyone's attention. The lingering anger in their eyes fell upon him, and Yu Quan felt a bit pressured.

He coughed lightly, his lips pressed together: "My father thinks Director Zhang is right; economic development is especially important at this stage."

However, Chief Yu is a person who appreciates talent, and Liaoning Province is willing to fully support Comrade Ruan's factory-building plan. All the precision instruments used in the new factory will be provided by Liaoning Province.

"I've delivered the message; I'll take my leave now."

Regardless of how outrageous his words were or how much of an impact they had on those present, Yu Quan gave a military salute and strode away.

Feng Guang lowered his head and pondered for a while. It was unclear whether he had figured out the trickery involved. When he raised his head again, he nodded slightly to the rough man who had attacked Lin Rui Cong.

The rough-looking man's eyes flickered, and he suddenly stood up with a swift stride, grabbed the paper ballots that the military had placed on the long table, and then opened his mouth wide and ate them all.

A smug smile played on his lips as he swallowed the food with a gulp.

The scene was frozen in place for a full ten seconds by this stroke of genius, followed by a deafening roar of rebukes.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You eat everything, aren't you afraid of getting a rotten intestine?"

"Did you starve to death in your past life by eating votes? Why don't you go downstairs and eat mud?"

The burly man grinned, his face contorted with grotesque lines, "What, I'm hungry? I could eat a wild boar right in front of me, let alone a few sheets of paper."

After all that babbling and babbling, you bunch of bland chickens aren't hungry, but my stomach is growling.

When I'm hungry, I lose control of myself and easily do irrational things.

"You, you did it on purpose."

"You're being completely unreasonable and maliciously sabotaging the voting results."

Outraged, and with no weapons in the meeting room, some people took off their shoes and threw them at the rough man.

You throw things, I throw things too; the meeting room instantly descended into chaos.

Zhang Ting dodged the heavy military boots flying straight at his face by turning his head, and looked at Feng Guang, who was calm and collected, and said, "Stop it, everyone. What do you mean by this?"

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