“By the way, how’s the production of the other batch of guns going?” Jiang Chuan asked as he looked at the busy workshop.
The big client introduced by Zhang Songyang had also ordered quite a lot.
But due to production capacity issues, they hadn’t been able to deliver on time, which made Jiang Chuan feel quite guilty toward them.
The main thing was that his satellite phone had broken, and he had been busy these past few days with the Smaha shipment, so he forgot to contact them.
“Mr. Jiang, it’ll take about 10 more days. The workers are already working overtime to speed up progress,” Wang Mingyuan said.
Jiang Chuan nodded. “Alright, make an extra 100 of each type of gun. When we deliver, we’ll send those along with the order as compensation for the delayed delivery.”
That’s how business works. If you can’t deliver on the originally agreed time, it’s bound to weaken the other party’s willingness to cooperate. So at times like this, you have to offer some compensation to show your guilt.
Only then will the other party continue working with you next time, and even look forward to late deliveries, because that way they can earn a little extra.
Wang Mingyuan nodded. “Understood, Mr. Jiang. We’ll do as you say.”
Jiang Chuan didn’t say anything else. After handing the satellite phone to Wang Mingyuan, he turned and walked back to his office.
Now he had the mortar design blueprints, but there was still no production line, so mortars couldn’t be produced yet.
Therefore, the urgent matter now was to get a mortar production line.
And he also needed to recruit more workers.
The existing workers couldn’t meet the current orders, and the workers who made firearms were not the same group as those who would make mortars. The technical requirements were completely different, and the two couldn’t be compared together.
Also, he definitely needed to form a transport team.
As orders increased, he couldn’t keep expecting Guo Dastanson to deliver everything alone. That would easily make clients impatient, which could lead to them canceling orders and damaging his reputation.
There was a lot to do, and a lot of things had to be reconsidered.
At this thought, Jiang Chuan said softly, “Open the system mall.”
Immediately, a transparent interface appeared in front of him. Inside the interface were all kinds of dazzling goods, and in the upper right corner, it showed his current total military industry points: 6,000 points.
He had earned 5,000 points from completing the second order, and he had also earned 1,000 points when he completed the first order.
Looking at the remaining 6,000 military industry points, Jiang Chuan rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes, and began searching through the system mall.
Before long, he found the adjustable 60mm caliber and 120mm caliber mortar production line.
One production line required 3,000 military industry points and came with 10 workers and one chief technical engineer. It could produce fifty mortars in a day.
Looking at this item, Jiang Chuan thought for a moment, then indeed added another 1,000 military industry points and bought 10 more workers to increase production.
“Firearm production is enough for now. Ten thousand guns a month is definitely no problem. It’s just the mortars—production has to be faster too, otherwise it won’t keep up with the speed at which clients place orders.
With 10 more workers, we can produce a hundred mortars a day. That’s three thousand a month. Brandi asked for 2,000, plus 300 launch tubes of each type. There’s more than enough time. It can definitely be done.”
Having calculated everything, Jiang Chuan decisively placed the order. He spent a total of 4,000 military industry points to buy one production line and the workers.
After he placed the order, he saw a system notification.
[Production line is under construction. Estimated time remaining: 23:59:58…]
Pretty fast. It would only take 24 hours to get everything done.
Temporarily putting these matters aside, Jiang Chuan continued searching through the system mall. He wanted to see if there were suitable transport personnel.
After all, when it came to transporting weapons, an ordinary cargo driver definitely wouldn’t do. They not only had to know how to shoot, but also be good at shooting. In addition, they had to be able to adapt on the spot and handle all possible emergencies.
In this regard, the candidates had to be carefully selected.
Jiang Chuan wasn’t in a hurry either. He casually browsed through the system mall.
He searched for about an hour before he finally sat up straight. Looking at the transparent interface in front of him, a light gleamed in his eyes.
[Task Force 141, 6 members.]
Task Force 141—anyone who loves playing games would definitely be familiar with it. Even people who don’t play games have mostly heard of how dangerous this team is.
This was the strongest team on the planet, formed from members of the British Special Air Service and the U.S. Marine Corps Force Reconnaissance.
Every member of this team was a force to be reckoned with in the special forces world. Any single member, taken out alone, could be considered a special operations squad.
If he could have such a special operations squad to help Jiang Chuan transport goods, then not only would his goods be very safe, but he himself would be very safe too. He wouldn’t need to worry at all about being ambushed.
With such a squad guarding him, it wasn’t that no one would dare approach, but no matter what kind of predicament they faced, they would absolutely be able to lead him out of the encirclement and protect his life.
Jiang Chuan rubbed his hands and looked excitedly at the transparent interface. Then he saw the purchase price.
It only required 2,000 military industry points.
He glanced at his balance. He happened to have exactly 2,000 military industry points left.
Jiang Chuan didn’t hesitate at all and decisively chose to buy it.
[Congratulations, host, on obtaining Task Force 141’s 6 members. Characters are being distributed. Please wait, host…]
Jiang Chuan closed the transparent interface and sat in his chair, quietly waiting.
Not long after, a knock on the door sounded.
“Come in.”
Wang Mingyuan walked in. “Mr. Jiang, there are six people outside carrying guns. They look like they’re from a special forces unit. They say they’re here to see you.”
“Let them in quickly!” Jiang Chuan stood up and stood behind his desk, ready to welcome the arriving members of Task Force 141.
Under Wang Mingyuan’s lead, the six members soon all entered the office.
The one at the front was naturally the one Jiang Chuan was most familiar with: the big bald man with a small mustache, Lieutenant Colonel Shepherd.
After him came the bearded John Price, the mohawk-wearing “Soap” MacTavish, “Ghost” Simon Riley, “Roach” Gary Sanderson, and finally Yuri.
“General Jiang, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Lieutenant Colonel Shepherd was the first to raise his hand in a salute, his expression solemn and dignified.
“Price reporting in!”
“MacTavish reporting in!”
“Riley reporting in!”
“Sanderson reporting in!”
“Yuri, reporting in!”
Looking at the neatly uniformed members of Task Force 141 standing in front of him, all dressed in special forces gear and holding guns, Jiang Chuan nodded in satisfaction.
“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. From now on, the transport for our military factory, as well as my personal security, will depend on all of you.”
Shepherd stamped his foot in a formal step and raised his hand in another salute. “Please rest assured, General Jiang. Task Force 141 will protect General Jiang with our lives!”
“Task Force 141 will protect General Jiang with our lives!”
The remaining five members shouted in unison.
