Wang Peijun did not laugh, but the adjutant beside Wang Peijun laughed, and then the soldiers from the first battalion couldn't help laughing.

Then, Wang Peijun himself smiled and pretended to be angry, "Brothers, I have found you a rich man!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The reason why I dare to say this is because I am confident!" Jiang Jikai opened a wooden box next to him, revealing the black gun barrel.

Glossy!

Look, it's just a good gun!

Hiss...there are ten gun barrels neatly piled up!

"Hiss! Gun!"

"Sir, is this sent to us?"

"Sir, is it enough?"

For these soldiers, having guns is enough to make them happy. After all, some people still don’t have guns, or they still have bird guns.

"Enough! Not only did I bring these today, but the commander also gave us new equipment! So, enough!"

"But not everyone can get this gun!"

"I only went to 12 of my own guard squad, and there were 88 left! All American goods, submachine guns! There are enough bullets and great power! The recoil is greater than our own Hanyang building! You are more than 100 people, that's not enough!"

"Battery Commander, how to distribute it!" Someone couldn't help asking.

"Did you see the mountain that your opponent is? You run from here together, run there and come back, it's about ten kilometers! If you can run down, I'll shoot him!"

"Of course, I will run with you!"

In front of other cadres of the regiment headquarters, Jiang Jikai could smile, but in front of the group of soldiers below, he had to smile not only, but also subdue them.

The gun is one step, so this long-distance run is the second step.

Since he wants to train troops, he must be an elite soldier!

The elderly, weak, sick and disabled... If you need to change, change it!

Logistics and cooking are not uneasy!

...

Jiang Jikai worked hard in the north, but Jiang Lai was rare to get up on Saturday morning and evening.

Yesterday, I was in the outpatient clinic, two more heart surgeries, and three more angiography. I was in the emergency room on Wednesday and Thursday, and then I went to class again. I got home at night and had to think about my plans.

The old father went to Jinling to negotiate a business, but he did not get the desired result. He only talked about three telegrams, and he paid a lot, but the country was weak and sometimes there was no way.

However, the old father did not affect his mood. Instead, he went through Jianglai's resources that he could use at present, and turned his attention to Smith.

"Smith is just a businessman after all. No matter how big his relationship is, it will be at the company level." Jiang Lai explained, "But I suggest starting with the cooperation with the Americans since childhood. After all, this is how our cooperation with Germany comes from."

Jiang Yunting frowned, "But there is not enough time..."

"Dad, the war is not overnight. Although I was anxious before, now... I am not so anxious." Jiang Lai smiled. Yes, his thinking turned too fast. After the internal consumption was exhausted, he finally figured it out. "So, don't worry, and... Smith had a major stomach cut in his ulcer before. In the next period of time, his eating habits have also changed. In the next period of time, he and his body will have a honeymoon period."

"You mean?"

"In the next six months, your weight will drop significantly, and even your blood pressure and blood sugar will be controlled to a certain extent."

Jiang Yunting widened his eyes, a little surprised, "Really?"

"However, we still need to prevent regaining weight, but this is also a matter of the future. In the past six months, his cooperation with us will become increasingly inseparable."

"I understand." Jiang Yunting nodded.

"I think Mr. Hart and Mr. John may not be able to sit still very much recently. After all, the impact of heart surgery is quite large. In the past half month, all those who should get the news have also been heard, and all those who should move have started to move."

Jiang Yunting frowned slightly, "You..."

"Dad, I'm in the north, and the equipment standards are different. We have to ensure that my logistics is."

"Okay." At this point, Jiang Yunting had no objection. Yes, his eldest son has gone to the army, what else can he have? If he really fires, the bullet will not take a detour just because Jiang Jikai is his son.

There are only more cannons that can protect their eldest son, that's all.

And as Jiang Lai expected, John was frowning at the telegram in his hand.

Surgeons conquering heart surgery can trigger huge discussions whether in the medical field or other industries. However, when this doctor is a Chinese...

This discussion has added many more doubts.

Even the telegram from the United States headquarters is the same.

After John gave a positive answer, the headquarters reported again, indicating that he would send a team of medical experts to exchange technical exchanges as soon as possible. At the same time, a special person was accompanied.

"Mr. John, in this way, our previous project should be promoted faster." Hart drank the coffee in the quilt and smiled, "Dr. Jiang, you are such an amazing person!"

"Yes, create miracles." John sighed, "Hart, where are you?"

"Harling said that their company is very interested in this matter." Hart squinted his eyes and smiled, "The new cooperation will be launched soon."

"General?" John did not expect that the giant would enter the market. It seems that Dr. Jiang's plan is being implemented step by step.

"Yes, Harlem will come to China too."

“It’s really lively.”

"So, do we need to have a breath with Dr. Jiang in advance?"

"Let's go and visit."

"Do you want to bring Smith with you?"

"Take this arms dealer with me. He has had a lot of business with the Jiang family recently."

"Understood."

...

That night, the Shanghai Dance Hall.

A private room.

Smith, John, and Hart have arrived first.

"Smith, why do I feel that you have lost weight again?" John exclaimed when he saw Smith. Yes, Smith is really different from last year, and people are short of a circle.

"Hahaha, right! I've lost weight, I think I'm all handsome!" Smith was of course happy. He felt that the plan Jiang Lai made for him was too perfect. He didn't expect that the effect was so good. But in fact... the biggest credit was that his stomach had already lost most of it.

"He's handsome." Hart agreed quite well, then looked at his belly, um... he seems to have been a little bit over the years, so he can't make Smith counterattack!

"What do you guys want?" the waiter asked.

"Wish...oh, just water is enough." Smith called out wine and changed his words.

"That's right, or Chinese tea." John was used to drinking tea.

"Just like Chinese tea." Hart made the decision.
Chapter completed!