WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 135 Sean Wayne, a revolutionary in the American aviation industry

"Sean doesn't know anything about airplanes?"

"Haha, North American Airlines, Boeing, and Grumman don't understand airplanes. The North is researching them, Britain is researching them, and Germany has already deployed them. If it weren't for Sean Wayne, we would have been left behind by the whole world."

"Those ignorant aircraft manufacturers will only discourage a young man with a dream."

"Yes, Sean knows about airplanes."

A wave of criticism swept across the United States, with countless people mocking Grumman's president, because everyone remembered his words: "Sean Wayne doesn't understand airplanes."

Now, nobody in the world understands except you.

The Germans built it, the British built it, the North built it, and now even the Japanese want to build it.

Is this what you call a child's fairytale toy?

Countless reporters approached the major aircraft manufacturers.

The president of Grumman was so frightened that he was too embarrassed to go out.

The Boeing CEO who went out was having a very difficult time.

He was surrounded by a large group of reporters at that moment.

"Mr. President, what are your thoughts on Sean Wayne's development of jet fighters?"

What do I think?

I said back then that Sean was destroying Lockheed. No need to look, if the whole world is doing it, how could the War Department not do it?

Instead of bringing down Lockheed, Sean Wayne will secure an exclusive contract from the War Department.

Yes, it's unique, because other companies don't have it.

It's too late to do it now; engine technology has to start from scratch.

"Sean Wayne truly lives up to his reputation as a prophet." Boeing's president played a trick, not saying he understood airplanes, but rather that Sean was a prophet who saw the future.

Haha, all the reporters laughed.

"So, Mr. President, do you think Sean knows anything about airplanes?"

The reporter wasn't going to let him off the hook.

"Sorry, I have something to do."

Watching the other party slink away, the reporters happily walked over to a Mercedes-Benz.

The car window rolled down, revealing Hanni's profile; she was holding a wad of US dollars in her hand.

"Thank you all for your help. Please buy some drinks."

"Thank you." The reporters got the scoop and some pocket money—who wouldn't be happy?

The aircraft manufacturers who came to Washington were greeted one by one.

Each one of them was incredibly embarrassing.

NBC radio reported.

Jet aircraft are leading a global trend, with major powers starting to develop them, but American aircraft manufacturers are suppressing a young man with a dream.

Sean Wayne doesn't understand airplanes; I think countless Americans have heard that.

Yes, in the past few days, major media outlets have been relentlessly attacking Sean Wayne.

He said he was a child who only daydreamed.

He's ruining his own business. Sean Wayne doesn't understand airplanes and isn't even a competent businessman.

Now?

The whole world has proven that jet aircraft represent the future.

Please remember this name: Sean Wayne, a revolutionary in the American aviation industry!

With the advent of radio, the wave intensified.

Countless American citizens are criticizing businessmen who only know how to make money and have no dreams.

What else have those rich people gotten into besides lending money?

The atmosphere at the War Department today was equally strange.

Chief of Staff Marshall looked at Arnold with a smile.

As the commander of the Army Aviation Corps, he directly mocked Sean's products as being of poor quality at the exchange meeting.

Eisenhower even advised Sean Wayne to pull back from the brink and not go further down the wrong path.

But what is the truth?

The whole world is doing it, but we're the only ones denying it. How can that be?

"Okay, have you seen the newspapers?"

Marshall's voice broke the silence in the conference room.

"I saw it."

Both the Navy and Arnold answered instinctively.

"I think we no longer need to question the possibility of jet aircraft. A piston-engine aircraft costs fifty or sixty thousand dollars. Trading five for one is not impossible."

Marshall put it very tactfully: we're not short of money.

If those poor bastards can do it, why can't we?

It's only 30 per plane, right? We can just buy a few thousand fewer piston-engine planes.

Business has been booming lately. After Sean Wayne's HK assault rifle came out, the old Garand rifles were sold to the Middle East and Asia.

Even when Britain was short of weapons, they gave them to them.

Money is no object.

"Agreed." The other members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff nodded in agreement.

What if we don't have what others have? What if war breaks out?

"Then it's decided. We'll place an order after Sean Wayne's P86 saber is tested. Also, I think we can support Lockheed."

After Marshall finished speaking, he scanned the room, observing the expressions of the others, but inwardly he was laughing. You can't stop him. Sean Wayne will be his most steadfast ally. His entry into the White House is a foregone conclusion.

Support? Lockheed and Hughes are already the fourth largest manufacturers, why would they need support?

"Isn't this unfair to other companies?"

Marshall glanced at the Chief of Naval Staff.

The National Guard remained silent, being third-class citizens, while the Coast Guard, being fourth-class citizens, didn't even have a chance to speak, since they didn't need the planes anyway.

"Unfair? Where is it unfair? Other manufacturers don't have the technology, and developing a turbojet engine from scratch requires a huge investment."

Now Sean Wayne has the technology and the capability, not only in fighter jets, but also in transport planes and bombers.

Providing him with financial support is the least investment, the quickest result, and the most profitable approach.

"You mean you want the Army Ordnance Bureau to provide some technology, such as materials technology, so they can develop transport planes and bombers?"

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Marshall nodded with a smile, twirling the teacup on the table with his right hand. "That's right, small investment, big returns, and can quickly build up combat capability. Sean Wayne also provides fighter pilot training, so why not? This full-service package is exactly what we like best."

Moreover, transport aircraft are crucial for rapid reaction forces and global troop projection.

"agree."

Marshall picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Then we'll invest $20 million in Skunk Works' research and development in the name of the War Department. Once it's successful, we'll also get a backup of the technology to expand our technology reserves."

Marshall put down his teacup and raised his hand.

"Agreed!" The National Guard and Coast Guard raised their hands simultaneously.

The Navy Chief of Staff glanced at the crowd. "What good would my objections do?"

"Useless!" Marshall laughed.

"Eisenhower, you know Sean well. Go and sign the contract with him. Just say we're investing in a jet transport project."

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"Huh?" I just advised him not to mess around, and you want me to sign the contract?

"What? Weren't all those contracts signed with the War Department recently handled by you?"

Marshall has no regard for the feelings of a future five-star general.

Today is the last day of the trade fair, and all the manufacturers are giving it their all.

Many small countries also officially signed orders today, which will be handled by the Ministry of War.

When Sean and Ford walked into the military base, most people looked at him strangely.

Howard left after signing the agreement, as he had many business dealings to attend to.

"Haha, look at those guys, they're too ashamed to even look you in the eye."

Sean listened to Ford's words and realized it was true; most of the CEOs were too embarrassed to come, and the staff on site would turn their heads away the moment they saw him.

They must have mocked themselves too.

Haha, the one who laughs last laughs best.

When you're mocking someone, you never think you'll get proven wrong one day.

Sean felt great inside. How could his understanding be wrong? This was the future; it was the trajectory of the times.

"Brother, be honest, what are you thinking? Why do I feel like you're always ahead of everyone else, whether it's assault rifles or jet planes?"

"Would you believe me if I could see the future?"

Ford hadn't expected this answer, but it was precisely the answer he found most acceptable.

"Okay, you're a prophet."

When will your P86 Sabre be test-flown?

"We'll test fly it when we get back to Los Angeles."

The two looked at some artillery and tanks. The main feature of American tanks is their modular design, which makes them easy to build. There was nothing particularly impressive about them.

"What are all those people looking at over there?"

"Because there are so many participating companies, some companies will withdraw on the last day and then join other companies, such as those selling canned goods, helmets, leather boots, and carrying equipment."

The two walked towards the far right corner of the exhibition hall.

"Italian military rations? Seriously? They have this too? I thought they only had pasta?"

"Small breads, chocolates, and alcoholic beverages."

Sean was stunned. "Are you serious? A drink with alcohol added?"

"Yes, we are very serious about it; other countries really can't do that."

Sean walked up to look curiously.

It turns out that the military supplies are more numerous than I imagined. In addition to these, there are also entrenching tools, compasses, trench knives, medical kits, and everything from large bandages and hemostatic gauze to small toothpaste-like morphine.

Military industry is indeed profitable.

"An M1905 bayonet?"

This thing was quite new to Sean.

This double-edged bayonet is quite long. When it's attached to a rifle, my goodness, it's at least 1.8 meters long. It looks pretty impressive, but it's not very practical in a trench.

The US military didn't even like using bayonets, and they were getting thrashed in the Pacific theater; two or three of them couldn't beat a single Japanese soldier.

American soldiers prefer to use rifle stocks.

It's inconvenient to equip this thing on an M1; a pistol would be better.

In trench warfare, shotguns would be more appropriate; why use bayonets?

Sean quite liked this thing, and held it in his hand, looking at it repeatedly.

Springfield Factory was thrilled to see that Sean liked it; was it going to be a bestseller? They were currently worried because they didn't have any competitive products on hand.

"Do you like it? Is this thing even somewhat useful?"

Seeing the other person's eager look, Sean was too embarrassed to tell him that it was somewhat useful, which is why the US military later used the M4 bayonet, but only a small number were manufactured and it was never used again.

Sean pondered how to answer.

"Sean, what are you doing here? Come on, let's go to the auditorium." Eisenhower walked over.

"Why are we going to the auditorium?"

"Didn't you notice that many delegations from various countries are missing? They're all watching the performance in the auditorium."

Hey, you guys have a performance at your exchange event?

Is it a tall, beautiful woman dancing and singing?

Has the War Department degenerated? They've started running a song and dance troupe now?

Sean recalled the tricks the U.S. War Department used to solicit donations.

Several soldiers are planting flags, with posters behind them, and a group of uniformed beauties are kicking their legs, showing off their groins.

Eisenhower snatched the bayonet and placed it on the table. Amidst the sullen stares of the Springfield factory workers, he pulled Sean away into the distance. "By the way, the War Department is preparing to sign a contract with you."

What is that?

Another contract signed?

Sean turned his head to look at the old acquaintance beside him.

Henry Ford, who was standing to the side, felt uneasy. It was another contract. He had signed more contracts than anyone else in one trip to Washington. He had seen several of them in the meantime.

"What kind of contract is it this time?"

"The War Department has decided to develop jet transport aircraft and bombers, so it plans to invest in the project and provide research funding for your Skunk Works."

Sean Wayne, that bitch.

Henry Ford wanted to curse; all the good things happened to him.

"You can contact Boeing. I plan to develop large aircraft. Besides transport aircraft, we can also develop civilian aircraft, but Boeing is more suitable in terms of technology."

"You're not happy with the funds I'm given?"

"I like it, how much is it?"

"Twenty million US dollars in research funding."

Damn it, this is free money. But Henry Ford also knew that this was a unique opportunity, just like the training program. Other manufacturers hadn't even developed the engines, let alone large aircraft.

"Okay, I'll sign it later."

The Ministry of War sent contracts, and the Supreme Command sent medals and luxury homes.

Eisenhower personally gifted him cigars, while Hillyam gifted him famous paintings.

Americans are too stingy.

"What kind of performance is so captivating?"

"You'll know when you go see it."

The three arrived at the auditorium of the Fort Meade military base.

As Sean walked inside, he looked around and thought, "Isn't this just an indoor gymnasium?"

Many people were sitting on one side, while the neutral ones were in the middle.

Germany was on the left, followed by Japan, with Britain, France, and the Soviet Union on the right, clearly divided. The Russians even looked at the German side with a very unfriendly gaze.

The area was cleared out, and there were still quite a few American soldiers around.

Sean saw a Japanese man in a karate uniform.

isn't it?

Sean pointed to a few Japanese people nearby, "Karate? This is what you call a performance?"

"Yes, didn't you know we're discussing military combat techniques? Even the Department of Justice is quite interested."

Karate and military combat techniques?

Indeed, the United States did promote karate for a period of time, especially after World War II. With the arrival of Japanese immigrants, karate was widely promoted in the United States and Europe, and even became a world-class sport.

It was shown in Ip Man's movies, but Sean knew that it was only popular for a short time. Later, after CQB and close-quarters shooting combat appeared, the US found that military combat techniques were not as effective as guns, so they immediately stopped using them.

Martial arts?

You've watched too much Wolf Warrior.

A gun is fast beyond seven paces, and accurate and fast within seven paces.

Once you master CQB, any other fighting style becomes irrelevant, especially with quick-draw holsters.

No matter how skilled you are at this technique, you're still vulnerable to a dagger.

It's understandable that the Department of Justice is interested. It's passable for police use, but only passable. American police don't use it much in daily life. The full-contact style of karate is highly compatible with mixed martial arts and is quite good in actual combat, but it's not really applicable.

What's the fastest way to subdue someone? A gun, of course! See if they dare resist! Military-grade?

Sean shook his head. The War Department must be out of their minds.

"What's wrong? Isn't karate pretty powerful? I've seen karate and boxing matches."

Boxers can't be thrown, but karate includes judo and jiu-jitsu.

Full-contact fighting is all about real combat. How can someone trained under the rules of boxing possibly beat them?

"Does your War Department have nothing better to do all day?"

"Huh? Is this idea not going to work?" Eisenhower didn't expect Sean to react so strongly.

"Of course not. Military combat techniques? You might as well use a dagger and an entrenching tool. Who's going to fight you bare-handed on the battlefield?"

"It's to improve the soldiers' combat skills."

Sean smiled wryly, "Stop trying to imitate the Japanese, okay? They don't practice this at all; they only practice modern rifle bayonet fighting. You've been led astray."

The current U.S. Army is indeed a complicated situation.

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