Expedition to Europe

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The next day at noon, Qin Zhiyuan took Huang Bohan and Huang Jinsheng to meet Old Renault for lunch.

Lunch was scheduled at the Da Fuwei Hotel.

Thanks to Old Renault, Qin Zhiyuan is now eligible to order food, and he can just call if he wants to invite someone to dinner.

Before the wine and dishes are over, Qin Zhiyuan turned the topic back to buying weapons.

"Louis, these two want to buy some weapons, do you have any extra?" Qin Zhiyuan said directly.

Louis Renault is responsible for the supply of weapons for the French army, and he can't always take out a large number of weapons and ammunition, so Qin Zhiyuan still needs to confirm it.

"It depends on who uses it. If it's you, there must be some." Old Renault is very respectful.

"It's almost me." Qin Zhiyuan doesn't ambush.

Now this dish is Qin Zhiyuan's favorite caviar. The top-grade white sturgeon caviar imported from Switzerland has uniform particles and first-class taste. Take a spoonful and put it in your mouth. Use your tongue to gently break the caviar one by one, and enjoy the incomparable deliciousness bursting on the tip of your tongue. It is really a great experience.

"Then you can have as much as you want." Old Renault said simply, and then looked at Qin Zhiyuan's way of eating and felt distressed: "You are really extravagant. Caviar is not eaten like that."

Old Renault spread the caviar evenly on the toast, and then ate it slowly, which looked much more elegant than Qin Zhiyuan's way.

"I do." Qin Zhiyuan didn't care about other people's eyes. He just wanted to eat well. Anyway, this meal was his money.

Qin Zhiyuan and Old Renault ate happily, but Huang Bohan and Huang Jinsheng were a little tasteless.

"We need 50,000 rifles, each with 100 rounds of ammunition, and 1,000 pistols, each with 50 rounds of ammunition. And artillery, we want to buy enough artillery to equip a regiment." Huang Bohan was a businessman after all, and he didn't quite understand what he needed to buy.

"Is this the list you made?" Old Renault looked at Qin Zhiyuan with a bit of sarcasm.

"Not really, they don't quite understand, you just need to match the weapons according to the scale of a division, I only have one request, the proportion of machine guns should be increased, preferably according to the ratio of ten to one." Qin Zhiyuan has high requirements and attaches great importance to the number of machine guns.

"When do you need it?" Old Renault didn't take it seriously. His factory can produce nearly 80,000 guns of various types every day, and this number is not a problem.

"How about two months?" Qin Zhiyuan left enough time.

"That's no problem." Old Renault promised.

"This, this is enough?" Huang Bohan couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's enough!" Qin Zhiyuan said lightly.

"Really, really..." Huang Bohan picked up the napkin and wiped his eyes subconsciously.

Huang Bohan's heart was like a stormy sea. Thinking about the difficulties they had to ask for help when buying weapons, and comparing Qin Zhiyuan and Old Renault's casual business talk, Huang Bohan completely understood the meaning of the phrase "carrying a pig's head but not finding a temple".

"By the way, I have a request. Can you make it into German equipment for me?" Qin Zhiyuan considered the uniformity of logistics.

"Why German style? Very good performance? Our Lebel has been improved and now the performance is also very good." Old Renault was dissatisfied.

At the beginning of World War I, the Lebel rifles equipped by the French troops were all three-round magazines, while the German 98A was a five-round magazine, and the British Enfield was a ten-round magazine. France has always considered itself a major land power, and it could not tolerate the main battle equipment of the army lagging behind Britain and Germany. So during the war, it developed the M1916, which also used a five-round magazine, which was considered to be keeping up with the mainstream pace.

"Lebel is indeed good, but my soldiers are used to using German equipment. In my country, German equipment is the mainstream, so I have to consider logistics." Qin Zhiyuan explained the reason. Seeing that old Renault didn't take it seriously, he asked jokingly: "What are you hesitating about? Do you have to pay patent fees to produce German rifles?"

With the implementation of the patent law, before World War I, if Renault's factory wanted to produce Mauser rifles, it did have to pay a certain fee to the Mauser factory and obtain the permission of the Mauser factory before it could produce weapons according to the licensed quantity.

But that was before the war. Now both sides are fighting red-eyed. Qin Zhiyuan doesn't think old Renault will stick to the old rules.

"Patent fees? What are you kidding? I won't give them a penny." Old Renault is really shameless.

"That's it." Qin Zhiyuan got the answer he wanted.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you German equipment and exempt you from patent fees." Old Renault said half-jokingly.

"Thank you." Qin Zhiyuan thanked sincerely, and then raised his glass: "For victory!"

"For victory!"

"For victory!"

Old Renault, Huang Bohan and Huang Jinsheng all raised their glasses.

"Now, we can talk about the tank issue. Before that, when can I get a chance to talk to Mr. Foch?" Old Renault seized the opportunity.

"Tomorrow, or tonight, anytime, depending on your schedule." Qin Zhiyuan was sure that even if he didn't mention Julie's relationship, Qin Zhiyuan was now the closest person to Foch and was qualified to visit Foch at any time.

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"Then tonight." Old Renault couldn't wait.

"What's the matter? Why are you so anxious?" Qin Zhiyuan was curious.

"This has nothing to do with you. You are just a soldier. Soldiers should not have thoughts." Old Renault kept his mouth shut.

"Your point of view is ridiculous. I am a soldier. Isn't Ferdinand a soldier?" Qin Zhiyuan said without restraint.

"Of course not. Do you think Ferdinand is still a pure soldier now? Then you are too out of date." Old Renault's thinking is ahead of the times.

"If he is not a soldier, what is he?" Qin Zhiyuan concentrated on eating foie gras sauce, which was another delicious dish.

"Ferdinand is a politician now. Not only Ferdinand, but also Nivelle, Pétain, and Joffre are all politicians. Once you step into the whirlpool of politics, you will never be able to get out of it." Old Renault made a shocking statement.

"It's terrible!" Qin Zhiyuan perfunctorily.

Regarding the difference between soldiers and politicians, Qin Zhiyuan has a much deeper understanding of this point than old Renault, with his vision and knowledge that has surpassed old Renault for hundreds of years. Qin Zhiyuan is just pretending to be a pig when he says this now. As for whether he can eat the tiger, that is a matter for the future.

"So, if possible, I hope you are a pure soldier. But this is wishful thinking. Sooner or later, you will become a politician, maybe even more thoroughly than Ferdinand and the others." Old Renault saw through it.

"Maybe, I will try my best to postpone the arrival of that day. If that day really comes, I will also remember my friendship with you." Qin Zhiyuan promised.

"Of course, I will also remember your friendship." Old Renault returned the favor.

"Then, let's have a toast for friendship!" Huang Bohan seized the opportunity.

"Come on!"

"Cheers!"

"For friendship!"

Several people raised their glasses.

No one can tell what the future will be like, but at this moment, in the Dafuwei Restaurant, Qin Zhiyuan and Old Renault and the others have a good relationship.