My German Empire

　Back in his office, Wilhelm saw Walter sitting on the sofa with a sad face and sighed. "Mr. Walter, I heard you were looking for me."

Walter hurriedly got up and bowed respectfully, then spoke glumly. "His Royal Highness, G43 was rejected by the military."

"Huh? Why?" Wilhelm was a little surprised. He not only increased the tolerance of the muzzle, but also changed the caliber of the bullet. It stands to reason that the current G43 should be better than the one from original time and space? Is it possible that there is a problem with the design drawings in his memory? But what he read were the most professional military books.

"Did you trial it out in your factory?" Each arsenal has its own gun testers to test the various performance of the firearms. A newly developed firearm often does not achieve the best performance. It needs to be repeatedly shot by testers to find the problem, and then the shooting results and test data are fed back to the researcher, and the researcher makes improvements until it finally meets the requirements. Therefore, the performance of guns is inseparable from repeated inspections by testers. Only in this way can they be put into mass production or even service.

"Of course, our testers are full of praise for this gun. It has a large ammunition capacity, a fast rate of fire, and high accuracy." Walter continued after a compliment. "The military's argument is that the soldiers' response is not good, they don't need this kind of gun."

"Damn it." Wilhelm cursed in a low voice. Some bastard must have blocked it. "I know, I will find out the reason as soon as possible."

Walter hesitated and said. "Uh, although I don't know if it is related, as far as I know, the head of the military logistics department is related to Mauser."

"..." Wilhelm glanced at him, almost understood in his heart, pressed the bell, and ordered the secretary who came in. "Miss Ina, go to the emperor's office and ask his secretary if he has recently received the appraisal result of the new G43 gun. Bring it along if they have it. Also, let Reinhardt come."

"Yes!"

Wilhelm comforted Walter with a few words after he ordered Ina. "Mr. Walter, don't worry, I got an order of 10,000 PPK pistols from China and this is still in the early stage. If they are satisfied, they will add another order. Regarding G43 there will be results in the next two days, and G43 and P38 will still be produced."

Walter's expression eased slightly when he heard about the order. "His Royal Highness, will G43 and P38 be also exported to China?" No matter when, China, with a population of hundreds of millions, is always a big market that businessmen covet. China's active army is nearly two million, even if one-tenth of them are equipped with G43, that is a huge profit.

"..." This was also something that gave Wilhelm a headache, he hesitated for a while and finally shook his head. "Not for the time being. After all, PPK is just a police pistol, but G43 and P38 have already touched the bottom line of the 'Versailles Treaty'. I don't want to be troubled so quickly."

Walter nodded regretfully. "Understand, Your Highness. Then I'll go back first."

Not long after Walter left, Ina brought a bag of papers. Taking out the so-called test report, Wilhelm almost tore it to pieces on the spot before he even looked at it. Damn, this bastard actually described G43 as useless rubbish.

Seeing the name signed by the head of the logistics department at the bottom, Feigert, Wilhelm tickled with hatred. This bastard is really impatient. If you think you have lived too long, then I will fulfill your wish!

Just as he was fiercely wondering how to kill the logistics minister, Monica led Reinhard in. "His Royal Highness, Deputy Chief Reinhard is here."

Wilhelm suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at the time, and asked. "Reinhard, have you eaten yet? Miss Monica, ask the kitchen to prepare two lunches and bring them here. Reinhard and I will eat here."

Reinhardt thanked him with a flat face. "Thank you, Your Highness!"

"..." Isn't it just a meal? What are you thanking me about? . He murmured in his heart, got up and walked to the side of the piano, and took a finely crafted violin from the wall. "I heard that your violin skill is good?"

Reinhardt raised his chest proudly. "Everyone says so." He was born in a musical family in Leipzig, eastern Germany. His father was the dean of a local music school, and his grandfather was the founder of the famous Dresden Conservatory. The young Reinhardt hoped that he could inherit his father's business, and spent a lot of effort to cultivate his musical talents. As a result, he not only played the violin very well,The piano, cello, and composition skills are also excellent.

He originally thought that His Royal Highness wanted him to play a piece of music, but saw His Highness put the violin on his shoulders.

Hey, the lives of royal family members are not so good as he first expected. He thought that a primary school student carrying a dozen kilogram schoolbag in the original time and space was enough struggle. Unexpectedly, these royal family members had to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, and archery since they were young.

After feeling a lot of emotion, Wilhelm slowly started playing, and the melodious and comfortable violin sound filled the huge living room.

Wilhelm looked at Reinhard after playing a song. "how about it?"

Reinhard recovered from the beauty of the piano. "The piece played by His Royal Highness seems to have some Russian style. Can I know who is the master composer?"

Wilhelm smiled disapprovingly. "What master, I composed it."

"Huh?" It surprised the violin master which greatly satisfied Wilhelm's vanity, and he continued to talk. "The last time I went to the Soviet Union, I took a mouthful of vodka, and suddenly got inspired, so I made an impromptu song. Let's end this topic, Reinhardt, I have a task to give you."

Reinhard immediately stood with his feet together and his waist straight. "His Royal Highness, please do not hesitate to order me."

Wilhelm handed him the test report and said briefly. "I suspect that this test report has been faked. You go to the soldiers who participated in the test to investigate. If anything is abnormal, immediately arrest the Minister of the Military Logistics Department for interrogation. For a complete confession, be sure to ask him to confess who instructed him to do this. I think it was Mauser and some old stubborn people in the military who didn't know how the world works." Reinhard is a wise man who knows what to do without having to speak up.

Reinhard said with a serious face. "Your Highness, please rest assured, I promise to complete the task as soon as possible!"

After lunch, Wilhelm handed a note to Reinhard. "This is the interrogation method I thought of. It will not leave any wounds. You can try it."