Lynch was talking to Mr. Vaudric about industrial development. At the beginning of March, a city in the south held a machinery exhibition.
At the exhibition, a company displayed a semi-automated production line. This semi-automated production line reduced the number of jobs needed compared to ordinary production lines.
With fewer people, more things could be done. However, people were not very interested in it for the time being.
It was because of the price.
The design of the assembly line, from production to maintenance, all kinds of costs were too high. No one placed an order, and there were no reports about it.
However, Lynch and Mr. Vaudric both knew about it.
It was normal for the media not to be sensitive to it. However, as capitalists, there was no reason for them not to be sensitive.
"It still needs to be developed for a while. After the cost is reduced, maybe people will be willing to try to use these new assembly lines."
"But in the short term, people won't do that, even though we all know that this is the inevitable trend of industrial development in the future."
Lynch cut the steak elegantly. Mr. Vaudric agreed with his point of view.
"It reduces the number of jobs needed by about ten to twenty percent, but the production cost has increased by two hundred percent. It doesn't have much practical value in the short term, but in the long term, this is the main trend …"
As the two men were talking, the butler appeared beside them and told Lynch that he had a phone call.
Mr. Vaudric was a little puzzled. "It must be very important if it can reach me."
He put down his knife and fork and poured himself some wine. He meant to wait for Lynch to come back.
Lynch nodded. "Excuse me for a moment. I'll be back soon."
It was very impolite to leave the table during a meal. However, it must be something important. The two men did not dwell too much on these small matters.
Lynch came to a room. This was a lounge specially designed for the host or guests to rest.
It was more than thirty square meters. There was a very comfortable sofa, two small bookcases, a chair and table by the window, and a phone.
The butler explained and then gently closed the door when he left.
Lynch sat on the sofa, picked up the phone, and pressed the yellow button. Then, an unfamiliar voice came from the phone.
"Mr. Lynch, I'm from the Strategic Command Room of the Ministry of Defense …" The man introduced himself first, then explained the reason for the call.
"Not long ago, a plane crashed …"
"The people from Blackstone Security can't contact you. They've asked us for help. If you're free, please contact Blackstone Security."
The call ended quickly. Lin Qi lit a cigarette, thought for a while, and dialed the number of Blackstone Security Company. Then, he found out what had happened.
"Get someone to find the wreckage of the plane. It can provide us with important data. Also, you have to find out how they shot our plane down."
"This is a battle different from all the previous battles. The enemies we face this time are even more savage, cunning, insidious, and despicable."
"There will be sacrifices in war, but justice will never be defeated."
"Use special bullets. In the face of these crazy enemies, we don't need to be reasonable."
"I'll wait for your good news."
Then, Lynch hung up the phone. After finishing his cigarette, he tidied up his appearance before opening the door and walking out.
When he returned to the dining table, Mr. Vaudric carefully observed Lynch. He didn't find anything special on Lynch's face.
If the phone could reach here to look for Lynch, it meant that the other party was very powerful. Powerful enough to know Lynch's whereabouts at any time and place, powerful enough to call here.
With this analysis, Mr. Vaudric had enough evidence to support his guess of who made the call.
However, he didn't do that. He was just curious to see if Lynch could really hide things.
Perhaps feeling Mr. Vaudric's gaze on his face, Lynch looked at him, "What's on my face?"
Mr. Vaudric shook his head, "I'm just thinking about what happened. If it's important, you can leave first. It's not rude."
Lynch pursed his lips, "The attack in the north has encountered some small obstacles. Some little rats think they can resist the torrent of the era. They are pathetic!"
Then, Lynch seemed to have thought of something, "I remember I gave you two drawings before. Has the prototype been produced?"
It was a jumpy thought, but Mr. Vaudric could keep up with it. He picked up his knife and fork again, "Of course, 16 have been produced. Do you want to see them?"
Speaking of this, Mr. Vaudric's smile became more sincere. He had contacted the Ministry of Defense in private. The commissioner of the Ministry of Defense also went to his place to see the tanks and gave them a high evaluation.
The commissioner even thought that these things had the same value as airplanes — they would eventually change the shape and way of war!
This also meant that the Ministry of Defense was willing to pay for them. This was crucial.
Lynch pointed to the vegetables mixed with sour mayonnaise in the middle of the table. The waiter added some to Lynch's plate.
The steak tasted good at first, but it had too much fat and was a little greasy.
Sour and sweet things could solve this problem very well. Coupled with the taste of the vegetables, it could solve the greasy problem to the greatest extent.
He put some of the vegetables mixed with sour mayonnaise on the cut beef and then stuffed it into his mouth.
First, it was the sour and sweet taste and the freshness of the vegetables. Then, the slightly browned beef was cut open by his teeth and crushed by his mouth. The beef seeped out, but it didn't burden Lynch too much.
After he finished eating, he picked up a napkin and dabbed some of the sauce on the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you send them to the front line?"
"They will be able to prove their value on the battlefield in three days. The Ministry of Defense is not interested in the model. You have to let them see the actual value of it."
Lynch's words moved Mr. Vaudric, but he was also a little embarrassed. The consortium he was in didn't have a military organization like Blackstone Security. The Federation people were instinctively afraid of war.
Lynch didn't continue to persuade him. Smart people didn't need others to persuade them, because persuasion was often useless or counterproductive.
After he ate two more pieces of beef, Mr. Vaudric asked a question, "If it appears on the battlefield, we won't have any advantage when facing the Guevara People, people from other countries, and those domestic military groups."
Lynch's airplanes hadn't been out for long, but other companies already had prototypes of airplanes and had begun small-scale production.
As soon as his combat vehicle was brought out, those people would be able to copy it. This also meant that his combat vehicle wasn't a unique business.
Lynch shook his head, "Your worries are meaningless. You have to understand, even if you hide it and only take it out when the war breaks out, those people will be able to copy it immediately."
"And they can use their experience and technology in this area to easily surpass our combat vehicle in performance."
"So it's meaningless for us to hide it. On the contrary, I'm more inclined to prove my value on the battlefield."
"When the Ministry of Defense chooses equipment, they prefer to choose military equipment that has proven its value on the battlefield. This is why those military groups are willing to give me money even though they know I'm blackmailing them!"
Hearing this, Mr. Vaudric was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud.
He knew that Lynch had blackmailed the military conglomerates. If the military conglomerates wanted to conduct specific tests on their weapons and equipment in actual combat, they would have to provide Lynch with a large sum of money. Furthermore, the results of the tests would have to be paid separately.
This was blatant extortion, but everyone had to fork out money because Lin Qi had the first-hand user experience in his hands.
As long as he explained to the Ministry of Defense that when using a certain weapon, the employees' feedback was very poor and the failure rate was higher, then the Ministry of Defense would remove this product from the plan.
It could even be said that Blackstone Security's experience reports and recommendations would become an important reference for the Ministry of Defense when selecting armaments.
So it wouldn't be too much to take a little money for this, right?
Waiting for Mr. Vaudric to finish laughing, Condenser continued, "What we need is the competitiveness brought by competition. When our overall technical level is behind others, we can only find ways to stimulate a spirit of challenge and struggle."
"Our advantage is that we can get feedback from the equipment anytime and anywhere. Whether it's good or bad, we can adjust it in time."
"We can get first-hand feedback on weapons and equipment more than them. We have to take advantage of our advantage, otherwise we can't compete with them!"
Mr. Vaudric thought for a while and nodded. "You're right. We're still a baby when it comes to technology accumulation. The only thing we can do is to find ways to take the lead in the field of practical application."
The two clinked their glasses, and this matter was basically settled. However, some problems that extended from the destruction of the first bomber continued to fester.
Some things were difficult to hide, and with the Guevara People's secret propaganda, people's enthusiasm for owning airplanes was cooling down.
Previously, diplomats always surrounded Lynch's Flight Research Institute, hoping that they could complete their orders first. But now, these people were suddenly not so enthusiastic.
Only invincible war equipment was the goal of people's pursuit. This kind of easy to shoot down … seemed to be just that?
If there was an effective way to fight against aerial weapons, then what was the value of airplanes?
Expensive aerial toys?