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Volume 1 New York Story Chapter 50 Don¡¯t miss the talent presented to you!

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    Update time: 2012-06-25

    "Did you draw the picture above yourself?" Wang Geng asked with a smile. The young man in front of him looked like he was in average economic condition, his hair was messy, and his face looked a little pale.

    "I drew it. Those two pieces of paper are very important to me. Can you please return them to me!" Although he was in front of the library of Columbia University, the young man in front of him didn't look like a student. He looked like he was in his twenties and had a beard.  Stubble is more like a young worker.

    "There's no problem returning it to you, but I haven't had dinner yet. How do you think this should be settled? I can't pick up these two pieces of paper for you in vain, and you said these two pieces of paper are so important.  How important is it? At least it¡¯s worth a dinner, right?¡±

    Wang Geng joked with a childish heart. There is a campus cafe opposite the library. The aroma of toast and coffee wafted over with the people entering and leaving the cafe.

    The young worker-looking guy was startled for a moment, thinking to himself, you are so well-dressed, but you still want to knock me out for dinner?  The few dollars I have left in my pocket may not be enough to pay for food until this weekend!

    "okok, don't mind. I'm just joking with you. But I see you haven't had dinner either, right? Why don't we go to the cafe opposite to have a casual meal together? Of course, I'm here to treat you. I just saw your  I want to discuss the design with you.¡±

    Seeing the embarrassment on the other person's face, Wang Geng knew that the other person took his joke seriously, so he quickly handed the paper back to the other person with a smile.

    This guy was slandering, Damn, am I the kind of lazy person who is a freeloader?  Your workman-looking amateur designer really has no vision.

    "You also know about design?" The young man's eyes lit up when he heard this. It was obvious that meeting someone with similar interests made him feel refreshed. What's more, Wang Geng also casually returned the design drawing that he regarded as his life!  The other party obviously meant no harm.

    "I can't say I understand, but I'm relatively familiar with firearms! Come on, let's go in and have something to eat. I'm really cold and hungry right now!"

    Wang Geng couldn¡¯t help but drag the still hesitant young man into the small cafe opposite the library.

    Because it was already past dinner, there were not many people in the campus cafe at the moment. Wang Geng found a corner seat and sat down with the young man. Pulling off his scarf, he smiled and stretched out his hand and said,

    "My name is Wang Geng, and I am a student at West Point Military Academy. May I ask your surname?"

    "Ah, you are the New York hero who jumped into the Brooklyn Bridge to save someone two days ago. This is so surprising. I thought some young master came from somewhere to make fun of me, a poor student."

    The young man obviously recognized Wang Geng, a news figure in the New York media recently. He hurriedly took Wang Geng's hand and shook it, with a look of surprise on his face.

    Wang Geng grinned. This guy's finger joints were thick and strong. He really looked like a young worker.

    "Oh, I'm sorry I'm too excited. I'm John Garland. I just arrived in New York and was auditing at Columbia University!"

    The waitress next to you has come over with a notebook and is standing aside, chewing gum in her mouth, with freckles on her face, but her attitude is quite enthusiastic.

    "What do you two want?"

    Wang Geng looked at the menu on the table and casually ordered, "Give me a set meal, plus two fried eggs Hmm and two barbecue sausages, what about you?"  like me?"

    Wang Geng asked Garland across from him casually, and the guy nodded slightly restrainedly. Obviously, the young man named Garland was looking forward to a meal + two fried eggs + two barbecued sausages.

    When the waiter wrote down what they ordered and turned away, Wang Geng came back to his senses.

    "Are you John Garland?? Why are you in New York?"

    Damn it, this guy in front of you is the designer of the M1 Garand rifle. Wang Geng feels that his recent luck is a bit weird!

    "Mr. Wang, have you actually heard of me?" Garland was also surprised. He was just a nobody, and he couldn't compete with Wang Geng, the life-saving hero of West Point Military Academy!

    "Ah, no, I just knew your name, but I just thought well we are quite destined" Wang Geng muttered haha ??randomly, and just in time the waiter came over with coffee to solve the problem.  Si¡¯s surroundings.

    Garland obviously didn't believe Wang Geng's lies, but no matter what, at least he knew that Wang Geng had no ill intentions towards him. Soon the waiter brought the food to him. The two stopped talking and wolfed it down.  Get up.

    Fengjuan Canyun had eaten and drank enough, and the two of them were holding a cup of coffee, and then they found time to talk about the design just now.

    "Mr. Garland, if I read correctly, the guns on the two papers have not been designed yet?" Wang Geng took out a cigar and asked while rubbing it.??

    "So you really know how to design firearms? Ah, I forgot. The newspaper said that you, a New York hero, are a top student at West Point. It is normal for you to be familiar with firearms. You are right, it is indeed not finished yet!"

    Garland was a little embarrassed and mumbled,

    "You know, I haven't been in New York for a long time, and a lot of information has not been found in the library, and there is also a lack of funding for samples." The 29-year-old Garland is obviously living in a difficult situation, and his words are a bit heroic.  look.

    "What kind of work did you do before? Judging from your age, you can be considered an older man from Columbia University." Wang Geng lit his cigar, took a puff, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

    "I was born in Quebec, Canada. I studied late, and later I was self-taught. Before I worked in a factory and worked with machinery, but I like firearms design, so I used the money I saved from work to study in New York.  , By the way, to check the information, you know that the Ministry of War launched a design tender for a new light machine gun.¡±

    Garland obviously has a good impression of Wang Geng. This cafe A set meal + 2 fried eggs and 2 barbecued meats - sausage pad bar went in. The young man who had only eaten black bread from morning to now was obviously in high spirits.  Quite a few.

    What's more, he also wanted to discuss his design with the top West Point student who was familiar with firearms and listen to different opinions. While talking, Garland took out the two pieces of paper and spread them out on the table, with a look on his face.  Looking at Wang Geng expectantly.

    Wang Geng took another look at it, and it was obvious that the picture was still the original design of the Garand rifle, but the first large-scale semi-automatic rifle in history had already taken some shape. Wang Geng pointed at the design with his finger.

    "If I'm not mistaken, your gun is designed to be semi-automatic with automatic loading?"

    Wang Geng¡¯s tone was very casual, but it surprised Garlande. The young man was so excited that he reached out and grabbed Wang Geng¡¯s hand and said,

    "You can see it?! It's amazing! I originally wanted to design a fully automatic light machine gun, but later I felt that the structure was too complicated and I was afraid that time would not be able to keep up with the progress of the Army Department, so I simplified the design into a semi-automatic rifle!"

    "Well, the idea of ??your gun is good, although it seems to be a long way from being finished. Moreover, your magazine is designed to hold ten rounds of bullets, which is a bit advanced for a rifle. In this way, the magazine size and the weight of the gun will be reduced.  too heavy!"

    Wang Geng looked at the design drawings on the table again, raised his head and said to Garland.

    "Hey! Mr. Wang, you should be the one designing firearms. You can see the problem at a glance. Well, it was originally designed as a light machine gun with a 20-round magazine. Later, it was abandoned and changed to a semi-automatic rifle. The magazine  It¡¯s a bit nondescript if it¡¯s built-in again!¡±

    Garland opened his eyes wide and looked at the New York hero in front of him with surprise. Unexpectedly, Wang Geng only took a few glances at the design drawings and not only understood his idea, but also pointed out the remaining problems.

    Wang Geng was a special forces soldier in his previous life. Not to mention the light weapons of infantry, he could directly drive tanks and fly aircraft. Although this m1 Garand rifle is an old antique, it occupies an important position in military history. It can be regarded as the most important weapon in World War II.  The successful rifle was not supposed to be officially finalized until 1936. Wang Geng knew the technical details of this gun very well.

    "If the world's mainstream rifles are loaded with five rounds of ammunition, your gun can hold seven or eight rounds. Your competitors are single-shot manual rifles rather than fully automatic light machine guns. Accuracy, range and portability are the first considerations.  The problem."

    Wang Geng pointed out the future firearms master in front of him. Historically, Garand went to New York to study in 1917. At this time, he began to design the m1, and then went to work at the Springfield Arsenal in 1919. It was not until 1936 that the m1 Garand semi-automatic rifle could be finalized and produced.  Equipped with the US military.

    "Yes, you are absolutely right! I have to write it down!" Garland took out a small notebook and pen, lowered his head and memorized it!

    "Mr. Garland, you are studying in New York and you have to design this gun at your own expense. What is your source of income?" Wang Geng asked with a smile.

    "I saved some money before coming to New York, but it's not enough. I plan to try my luck with a few design companies to see if I can get some sponsorship funds or something," Garland said honestly.

    "Are you interested in becoming a member of our company?" Wang Geng extended an olive branch to the talents in front of him. Don't miss it!
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