Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

When he returned to his office, Yannick saw a sad-looking Walter sitting on the sofa and sighing. "Mr. Walter, I was just looking for you." But his expression was like a living emoticon of mourning.

Walter stood up hurriedly, bowed respectfully, and said gloomily. "Your Highness, G43 was rejected by the military."

"Huh? Why?" Yannick was a little surprised. He not only emphasized the tolerance of the muzzle, but also changed the caliber of the bullet. It stands to reason that today's G43 is better than the one in the original time and space, right? Is there something wrong with the design drawings in his memory? But what he read were the most professional military books, not some street stalls.

"You should have tried it in your factory, right?" Every arsenal will have its own gun testers to test various performance of firearms. The performance of a newly developed firearm often does not achieve the best results. Test gunners need to repeatedly fire to find the problem, and then the shooting results and test data are fed back to the researchers, who then make improvements until they finally meet the requirements. until. Therefore, the performance of a gun cannot be separated from repeated inspections by gun testers. Only in this way can it be put into mass production or even put into service.

"Of course, our test gunners are full of praise for this firearm. It has a large ammunition capacity, a fast rate of fire, and high accuracy." Walter continued after complimenting him. "The military's rhetoric is that the response from soldiers is not good and they don't need the gun."

"Damn it." Yannick cursed under his breath, and some bastard must have stopped him. "I know, I will find out about this."

Walter hesitated and said. "Well, I don't know if it's related, but as far as I know, the director of the military logistics department is related to Mauser."

"..." Yannick glanced at him and almost understood. He pressed the bell and gave instructions to the secretary who came in. "Miss Ina, go to His Majesty the Emperor's office and ask his secretary if he has received any appraisal results on the new G43 gun recently. If so, bring it over. Also, ask Reinhard to come."

"yes!"

After giving the instructions, Yannick comforted Walter with a few words. "Mr. Walter, please stop being so sad. His Royal Highness the Ming Dynasty is very satisfied with the PPK pistol I brought this time. I also got an order for 10,000 PPKs. This is still in the early stage. If they are satisfied, they will place additional orders. G43's The matter will be resolved in the next two days, and G43 and P38 will be produced as usual."

As soon as he heard that there was an order, Walter's expression softened slightly. "Your Highness, will G43 and P38 be exported to Ming Dynasty?" No matter when, Ming Dynasty, with a population of hundreds of millions, will always be a big market coveted by businessmen. The Ming Dynasty has nearly two million active troops. Even if they are equipped with one-tenth of the G43, it will be a huge profit.

"..." This was also something that troubled Yannick. After hesitating for a long time, he finally shook his head. "Not yet. After all, the PPK is just a police pistol, but the G43 and P38 have already touched the Treaty of Versailles. I don't want to be in trouble so soon."

Walter nodded slightly regretfully. "Understood, Your Highness. I'll go back first."

Not long after Walter left, Ina sent a document bag. Yannick took out the so-called test report and almost tore it into pieces on the spot without even looking at it twice. Damn it, this bastard actually called the G43 a useless piece of trash.

Looking at the name signed by Voigt, the director of the Logistics Department at the bottom, Yannick was itching with hatred. This bastard is really impatient to live. Since you don't like your longevity, then I will make it happen for you!

Just as he was furiously thinking about how to kill the logistics minister, Monica brought Reinhard in. "Your Highness, Deputy Director Reinhard is here."

Yannick suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at the time, and asked. "Reinhard, haven't you eaten yet? Miss Monica, ask the kitchen to prepare two lunches and send them over. Reinhard and I will eat here."

Reinhard thanked him with a flattered expression. "Thank you, Your Highness!"

"..." Isn't it just a meal? It makes you excited. He complained in his mind, got up and walked to the piano nearby, and took off a finely crafted violin from the wall. "I heard that you play the violin very well?"

Reinhard puffed out his chest proudly. "Everyone says so." He was born into a musical family in Leipzig, eastern Germany. His father is the director of a local music conservatory, and his maternal grandfather is the founder of the famous Dresden Conservatory of Music. The elder Heydrich hoped that he could inherit his father's legacy and spent a lot of effort cultivating his musical talent. As a result, Heydrich not only played the violin very well, but was also excellent at piano, cello, and composition.

He originally thought that His Highness was asking him to play a piece of music, but he saw His Highness holding the violin on his shoulder.

Tsk, these members of the royal family are not that easy to be. I thought that the primary school students carrying more than ten kilograms of schoolbags in the original time and space were hard enough. I didn't expect that these members of the royal family had to learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, horseback riding and archery from a young age, and they had to be proficient in everything.

After sighing with emotion, Yannick slowly pulled the bow, and the melodious and comfortable sound of the violin filled the huge living room.

After finishing the song, Yannick looked at Reinhard. "How about it?"

Reinhard came back to his senses from the beauty of the piano sound. "The piece played by His Highness seems to have a Russian style. I wonder which master composed it?"

Yannick smiled disapprovingly. "What a master, I composed the music."

"Huh?" The violin master was surprised, and Yannick's vanity was greatly satisfied, so he continued to talk. "Last time I went to the Soviet Union, I took a sip of vodka, and suddenly I got inspired, so I improvised a song. Let's not talk about this for now, Reinhardt, I have a task for you."

Reinhard immediately stood up straight with his feet together. "Your Highness, please do as you please."

Yannick handed him the test report and said briefly. "I suspect that this test report has been fabricated. Go and investigate with the soldiers who participated in the test. If there is anything abnormal, immediately secretly arrest the director of the military logistics department for interrogation. For a complete confession, be sure to ask him to reveal whether Who told him to do this? I think it was Mauser and a few old stubborns in the military who didn't know how to adapt." Reinhard was a smart man and knew what to do without having to explain himself.

Reinhard said loudly with a serious face. "Your Highness, please rest assured and promise to complete the mission!"

After lunch, Yannick handed a note to Reinhard. "This is the interrogation method I thought of. It won't leave any wounds on people. You can try it."