Rise of the Argentine Empire

After muttering a few words, Saint Hesser hurriedly started communicating with these engineering bigwigs again.

The mistake was already irreversible, so now the goal was to build a good relationship with the bigwigs.

After all, Professor Williams only proposed a possibility, and Saint Hesser did not expect the emergence of CNC machine tools.

In his memory, CNC machine tools shouldn't have appeared so early. His concept was that computers in the 1950s and 1960s were as big as several buildings.

They were military goods developed by the Americans for the Cold War, especially the space race with the Soviet Union, which made the development of various new technologies particularly fast.

It may be feasible to switch them around at that time. Lombeata has no problem guarding a Potassium Triangle. Aragon will also be transferred over at that time. I haven't seen him for a long time and I miss him a bit. I wonder if he's tanned.

This machine tool matter can't be blamed on Sain either. Sain was originally just a stockbroker in Argentina and really doesn't understand equipment.

After all, Saint Hesser just arranged for him to buy some stocks and go to the factory to talk about buying equipment. It's normal to be fooled. This is still the fault of a lack of talent. The American team also needs to be expanded.

CNC machine tools are the processing mother machines of the manufacturing industry and an important foundation of the national economy. There is no doubt about this. This is why Saint Hesser, in the most difficult and money-strapped times, insisted on purchasing machine tools at a high price, in addition to purchasing food production and processing equipment.

It was to try to develop the machine tool industry, after all, talents will not be produced out of thin air.

"The current CNC machine tools are not as powerful as you imagine. Currently, there are only two countries that are the most powerful in this field, one is the United States and the other is the Soviet Union. Most of the Soviet Union's technology comes from Germany. These machine tools are not considered to be scammed too much. After all, those who develop CNC machine tools are not necessarily the manufacturers who sell to your friend's factory."

"The current CNC machine tools are just a few simple parts. It is possible that your arsenal has other problems. You need to conduct on-site testing to find out. I'm just making a simple guess."

Professor Williams comforted Saint Hesser when he saw that his expression changed a lot.

"I heard that the Germans are also developing CNC machine tools. The Germans are second only to the United States in machine tool equipment. I haven't studied much about the Soviet Union."

"German CNC machine tools, okay, thank you, Professor. By the way, actually that Rhein Armory is opened by my family. If you have suitable talents, you can recommend them to me. Part-time is also fine.

The part-time salary is no less than the salary of a university professor, and the official salary can exceed twice that. This is my promise. I am currently recruiting talents to establish a gun research and development laboratory in Bu City."

Saint Hesser composed himself and hurriedly showed his cards, extending an olive branch. The importance of talent is self-evident.

It seems that the three most famous industrial equipment producing countries in later generations should also include Japan.

Mainly because they are all automobile powers, and the automobile industry is one of the most important industrial systems in modern industry, so a strong automobile producing country must be a strong machine tool producing country.

"So you are a local tycoon, Cicero, you have met an incredible friend," Williams turned to look at Cicero, who was working hard to eat, and shook his head. He was very optimistic about Cicero's talent, but the amount of food he ate was completely unreasonable.

"My mother also said that Cohen is someone who does great things, but it's a pity that I didn't go last time..." Cicero said vaguely, swallowing a piece of barbecue. It's so delicious.

"Even part-time jobs have professor-level salaries, are you serious? You have to know that my salary is 12,000 pesos, and other mechanical experts also have at least 8,000 to 10,000 pesos. It's not good to brag."

Professor Williams looked at Saint Hesser speechlessly, signaling him not to brag anymore. Do young people like to brag so much? The world is really going downhill. In the past, Argentinians were very simple.

"This is no problem, Professor. If you can recommend suitable talents, I can also give you a referral fee, 5,000 pesos for a professor-level, what do you think? As long as it can meet the needs of the laboratory,

I will definitely not be stingy. I live in the academy district. I also have some friendship with Professor Pukins of the Faculty of Law and the current Deputy Minister of Defense, Commander Thompson," Saint Hesser hurriedly brought out two great gods to endorse himself.

"You have a good relationship with Principal Pukins? If this is true,

I will contact my friends at that time. These students of mine are actually very good. It's no problem to give you a part-time job at that time. I believe they are also very capable."

"No problem, I am very confident in the abilities of the seniors and Cicero. Let's set it at 80 pesos per hour, what do you think?"

Saint Hesser calculated in his mind and gave a relatively reasonable salary. After all, these bigwigs are also very awesome. If they can enter his factory after graduation, they will definitely be a major force.

"Cohen, you're amazing. My hourly wage is only more than 70 pesos, haha, to be honest, I'm a little tempted."

The welfare and social status of professors at the University of Bu are not comparable to those of factory engineers. There are also invisible benefits, such as Vice President Pukins, whose energy is dozens or hundreds of times greater than that of some small local tyrants, and can even influence government decisions.

"Most of them adopt a cooperative approach. Our factory has cooperated with professors from the University of Cordoba in the form of laboratory sharing,"

Saint Hesser was talking about the technology for developing plastic bottles and later the food additives. The equipment needed for gun design is not available at the university, so this kind of cooperation is not very suitable. Saint Hesser's goal is to cultivate his own research and development team.

Everyone ended the dinner happily and said goodbye.

It was already past ten o'clock. Tomorrow, he will go to Lombeata and Andrew to give new tasks. Saint Hesser took a taxi and went home.

His emotions fluctuated greatly today, first shock, then surprise.

.....

The next day, Devoto Town, Falcon Branch.

Saint Hesser came here to inspect and planned to give them tasks. After all, being idle is also being idle.

"Boss, now we have recruited new manpower in the name of Thunder Cross Security, and have developed some informants. Since the last investigation, the development has been quite good," Branch Director Lombeata reported on the situation and summarized.

Saint Hesser looked at the many clerical staff and new members of the Viper Squad and was very satisfied.

"Andrew, Lombeata, now you continue to develop informants in the city, and recruit more manpower at the same time. In two days, the Viper Squad will send me 20 members. I want to establish a gun laboratory in Co City, responsible for the safety of the laboratory and some testing work."

"Okay, boss, should we lower the standards for recruiting personnel in our Bu City branch? After all, if we want to recruit manpower, the current requirements are a bit high," Andrew said.

"Not for the time being. If it's suitable, don't recruit too many military personnel for the time being, and pay attention to whether there are any spies. This must be noted. Recruit a few more people who can drive at that time. I will arrange vehicles for you."

Lowering the requirements, forget it. The people in Bu City are not as honest as those in the Potassium Triangle. The third batch of fertilizer plant equipment had more than 20 German cars purchased from Germany, mostly products of the Mercedes-Benz car factory, which are probably still in Europe.

"Understood, boss,"

"Andrew, do any of the new clerical members you recruited have good eloquence, preferably locals? I want to rent a relatively remote and quiet place to establish a laboratory. Take me to the city to find it."

The gun laboratory still needs to be kept secret. It's best not to be in the city, but it can't be too far away. It's not convenient for the professors to go, and they will have to transfer cars for pick-up and drop-off in the future.

"Boss, I know one, who is a local, but not a formal member, but an informant. What do you think?"

"No problem, when can you bring her over? I'm leaving later," Saint Hesser looked at the time, it was almost meal time.

"I'll contact her right away."

Saint Hesser toured the branch and sat on the chair for more than half an hour. Andrew brought back a person, seemingly a woman.

"Boss, this is Natalie Habert, 19 years old this year, from Chaco Province,

Born on a farm, with a clean background, she came here at the age of 11 and is very familiar with Bu City.

She used to work as a female worker. After being unemployed, we recruited her as an informant," Andrew gave Saint Hesser a resume and investigation report, which were basically reliable.

Saint Hesser didn't look at the girl for the time being, and seriously read the resume and analysis report.

Natalie did not continue her studies after finishing elementary school. Her family was poor, with 7 siblings. She started working at the age of 12, worked as a laundry worker in three factories for 3 years, a textile worker in 7 factories for 3 years, and a waitress for 1 year, with locations all over Bu City.

Now she works as a tailor and was discovered by Andrew in the slums. She provided a lot of intelligence and gave a lot of intelligence fees, and then developed into an informant. She is very familiar with the vicinity of Bu City.

"Hello, Natalie, I am Saint Hesser Cohen, the boss of Thunder Cross."

"Hello, boss, are we going to look for a suitable house now?" Obviously, Natalie already knew the reason for coming.

Natalie was wearing a headscarf, dressed like a female textile worker, with many patches on her clothes, a slightly haggard face, and very rough hands with many calluses, but her voice was quite pleasant.

After chatting, Saint-Hessey had lunch in the branch cafeteria and rested for a while before preparing to leave, while Natalie was waiting for him downstairs.

"Andrew, I'm leaving now. Pay attention to safety at the branch."

Saint-Hessey was still a little worried about the Butuo branch, which only had dozens of people, and considered whether to transfer people from the Potassium Triangle and Maria Town, but felt it wasn't a good idea, as it would waste so many talents in Butuo, after all, those two places also needed people.

"Okay, boss, I've arranged a car for you."

"Thank you for your hard work, Andrew."

He left the branch with Natalie and drove off. Butuo was still very large.

"Boss, based on your requirements, I think only private manors are suitable. They offer good privacy and are conducive to defense, but the rent or purchase funds are very high. A cheaper option would be farms, private farms, but the conditions aren't as good."

Farms? Forget it. They're probably similar to the Plarrie factory, with average conditions. Now we need it for a laboratory, so renting a small manor is about right.

"Okay, do you know these roads? I'm not familiar with the city at all. Take me to the manor first."

"No problem, I'm quite familiar with them."

Saint-Hessey and Natalie drove around the city, contacted several independent manors, and finally found a suitable one not too far from the central urban area.

Margaret Manor,

Saint-Hessey parked the car. His first impression was that it was quite comfortable. The building was also very new, much better than the previous manors he had seen.

The previous buildings were too old and too gloomy, giving a heavy, eerie feeling, which Saint-Hessey didn't like.

This Margaret Manor looked good, large in scale, and not surrounded by too much greenery.

"Boss, he doesn't seem to believe we want to rent this manor, probably because of my clothes." Yes, Natalie was indeed dressed quite plainly, which was normal.

"I'll go talk to him myself."

The man in black clothes had a better attitude and tone after seeing Saint-Hessey. At least his clothes weren't cheap. He almost called the police when that girl came over, thinking she was a swindler.

"Sir, are you sure you want to rent our manor?"

"Yes, as long as the conditions are right, renting or buying is no problem." Saint-Hessey indicated that he wasn't short of money.

"Shall I take you on a tour and introduce it? Obviously, there was a misunderstanding just now. I'm very sorry. I'm Trull, Fiero Trull."

"Okay, please lead the way. Natalie, you follow."

"Sir, our manor began construction in 1911 and was completed in 1921, taking a total of 10 years.

It has been through 7 owners. The first owner was British, and the second to seventh owners were mostly wealthy Argentinians."

"This small manor covers an area of 28 acres and is a small manor. The building area is 50,000 square meters, with a total of 211 rooms, in a square cluster shape."

"There is a winery, a large cellar, an independent water supply system, you can grow vegetables, there is a small farm...

There are three independent swimming pools..."

After a full half hour of touring, Trull had been babbling for half an hour.

Finally, they had a rough look. The lighting and construction were good, and there was also a defense system, which could probably accommodate at least two or three hundred people, ensuring security.

The construction conditions in all aspects were good, new, and sturdy.

"How much does it cost to buy this manor?" The three were in the reception room talking.

"The previous owner was asking for 19 million pesos."

Saint-Hessey was a little surprised. 19 million pesos was 380,000 US dollars, not too expensive. The previous ones he asked about were no less than 500,000 US dollars per set, although those few were much larger.

"Sir, if you think the price is too high, we can still discuss it," Trull said quickly, seeing Saint-Hessey frowning.

"Boss, come over here for a moment." Natalie called Saint-Hessey over.

"Excuse me for a moment."

"Natalie, what's the matter?"

"Boss, I know why it's so cheap here. Most of the seven owners of this manor eventually went bankrupt. It's not very auspicious. Should we not buy it?"

"Thank you, Natalie, I understand." Bankruptcy? Isn't that quite normal? The 1920s were a major crisis, and several bankruptcies are normal. Argentina's economic development has been poor since the 1920s, and British capital has withdrawn on a large scale.

Saint-Hessey had experienced liberation theology and didn't believe in these things.

"Sir, it's actually no problem to lower the price a bit more," Trull said nervously. Argentina's economy wasn't very good right now, and there weren't many people who could come up with 380,000 US dollars at once. If he could sell the manor, he could at least get a commission.

Saint-Hessey bargained with him and finally settled on 15 million pesos.

"By the way, can you do bank installment payments?"

Saint-Hessey suddenly asked, remembering that he was a little short of money recently, and he also had to prepare money for the explosives factory. He had been tricked by the Americans, and the products made couldn't generate profits.

"We can only do a 50% down payment."

"It's fine as long as I can get a loan. I'll send someone to sign the contract then."

Saint-Hessey was in a good mood. Saving some money was good, and the feeling of薅wool was great, but currency devaluation was too fast.

After signing a letter of intent and paying the deposit, it was already three or four in the afternoon.

Saint-Hessey drove away from Margaret Manor with Natalie, intending to tear down the broken sign and replace it with the Rein Gun Laboratory sign.

"Boss, why did you still buy it?" Natalie was a little anxious. Why did this boss seem a little stupid?

"I bought it, so I bought it. It's okay. I'm very experienced with these theologies. I know a few priests with boundless magic powers." Saint-Hessey planned to tease Natalie.

"Boss, priests are all fake. How can you believe these things? You've already paid the deposit. If you don't buy it, you'll have to pay compensation. Even if your family has money, you can't waste it like this, even if you are a rich second generation..."

"Haha, it's okay, I don't believe in these things. Don't worry, don't worry, these problems aren't big." Someone actually said he was a rich second generation. Saint-Hessey couldn't help but stroke his chin, afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back.

"Okay, I was just joking with you. This manor will be very useful. Natalie, haven't you eaten yet? I'll take you out for a meal." His tone also carried a bit of apology.

Saint-Hessey also felt that it wasn't good to deceive a little girl. Natalie didn't seem to have eaten lunch, which was also his negligence. The cafeteria was only for internal staff, and informants weren't included.

"I didn't eat lunch, boss. Or should I go back and eat?" Natalie's eyes lit up when she heard about eating, then dimmed again. Normally, to save money, she ate two meals a day, breakfast and lunch. The branch didn't have any restaurants nearby, and she only made extra food for Saint-Hessey.

"It's okay. You helped a lot today. It's a company expense. Is there anything you want to go to?"

"Okay, really? I want to go to the Orange Peel Restaurant!" Natalie looked eager to try. Since it was a company expense, she wouldn't be polite.

He was stunned when he heard the word Orange Peel. It seemed like Elena hadn't come to him for a long time.

"Haha, then let's go there. Let's go now." Saint-Hessey suddenly felt a little upset, but still said with a smile.

"Boss, can I go home and change my clothes? I want to change out of this outfit." Natalie twisted the edge of her clothes, blushing, as if she was shy.

"How about this, I'll take you to the store to pick out two outfits. Your house is too far away, and the car can't drive in. You've made a great contribution to the company today, and it's also a company expense."

"Really? Boss, you're too good, you're really the best boss in the world."

"Okay, let's go, stop flattering me."

Saint-Hessey drove to a regular women's clothing store, also afraid that Natalie would be embarrassed to ask, and she really didn't need too expensive clothes.

"Boss, can I really pick out two outfits?"

"Yes, you've asked several times. The company has this little bit of money." Saint-Hessey's identity was the boss of the Thunder Cross.

"Yay, boss, you're really too good."

Natalie, wearing a light green dress, with long brown hair, looked very dignified and elegant, making Saint-Hessey couldn't help but sigh that clothes make the man.

"This outfit suits you very well, Natalie."

In the end, Natalie picked out two inexpensive outfits that were indeed quite good, and carefully wrapped up her old clothes.

"Natalie, if someone marries you, they will definitely be very happy," Saint-Hessey joked.

"Boss, you're teasing me again."

"By the way, Natalie, would you consider officially joining our company? I think your business skills are good."

Natalie's personality was indeed very good, and she was also very kind. Andrew had also investigated her.

"Really? Boss, all the factories and small workshops I've worked in have gone bankrupt. I also have some problems with the tailors I hire."

"Yes, yes, no problem. I'll talk to Andrew about it then."