Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

The gentleman clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his laughter filled with the exhilarating joy of years of pent-up frustration being swept away.

"With Tuozhi here, the backbone of our Party is as hard as steel. The Soviets have miscalculated if they think they can control us."

The man stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the gloomy sky outside: "This is the military academy I want, one that doesn't have to rely on others or be subservient to foreigners."

The elders sitting on the sofa had different expressions.

Liao Zikai looked on with admiration and satisfaction. As the person in charge of finance, he was most afraid that the Soviets would use arms to blackmail him. Lin Qi's tough stance not only preserved sovereignty but also saved a lot of money.

"Tuo is both brave and resourceful; he is truly a national hero."

He praised it sincerely.

Hu Hmin stroked his beard, but his brows furrowed tightly, and a deep sense of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

"This young man is quite capable; even foreigners can't control him. He has the arsenal and military academy under his control. If this continues, who in headquarters will be able to restrain him?"

Sitting opposite her was Madam Wang, who held a folding fan in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

A strong sense of dread welled up in his heart. Lin Qi was not only rich and knowledgeable in military industry, but now he could even overturn the table in diplomatic negotiations.

Chiang Kai-shek, that military man, was completely obedient to him. This force was expanding too rapidly and had seriously threatened his political position in headquarters.

We must find a way to place our own people in military academies, otherwise the future New Army will completely belong to Lin Biao and Chang Yuqiang.

In the reception room.

The clash between Lin Qi and Pavlov had devolved into a purely military discussion.

Pavlov was completely impressed by Lin Qiyuan's profound knowledge of mechanical principles and tactical thinking.

He discovered that, in the face of this young man, his proud experience of the Soviet Civil War was like a primary school student's extracurricular reading material.

The discussion has come to an end.

Pavlov suddenly stood up and straightened his uniform.

With his legs together, he gave Lin Qi, who was sitting on the sofa, a very standard and solemn Russian military salute.

This is the highest respect a soldier can show to a strong person.

"General Lin."

Pavlov even changed his form of address: "Your knowledge fills me with deep awe. The Soviet munitions are entirely at your military academy's disposal. The advisory group is only responsible for assisting teaching and will never interfere in school affairs."

When Chiang Kai-shek heard the translation, he was so excited he almost jumped up; the military academy's autonomy had been preserved.

Pavlov lowered his hand, his expression becoming somewhat hesitant.

"However, General Lin, I have a personal request that I would be honored to make. I wonder if you would be so kind as to grant it?"

Lin Qi leaned back on the sofa, his gaze calm.

"explain."

Pavlov took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a hint of fanaticism.

"You just mentioned that your Ishii Arsenal has mastered the process of lead bath tempering for carbon determination, which is an incredible miracle in the Far East. I wonder if we could send two engineers to your factory, not to provide guidance, but to learn and observe."

Upon hearing this, Chiang Kai-shek gasped.

The Soviets actually sent people to steal their skills?

Before the Whampoa Military Academy even opened, Lin Qi, this true god, had already forced the Soviets to bow down and become his disciples.

Lin Qi tapped his fingers lightly on the coffee table, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Allowing Soviets into the arsenal was a double-edged sword.

To agree or not to agree?

Lin Qi began to make plans in his mind.

The atmosphere in the meeting room became extremely tense the moment Pavlov made that extremely personal and unreasonable request.

To allow Soviet engineers to be stationed at the Ishii Arsenal to observe and learn the lead bath tempering carbonization process?

This is the trump card to break the technological blockade of the great powers!

Chiang Kai-shek sat on the sofa to the side, so nervous that he stopped breathing.

He stared intently at Lin Qi, fearing that his sworn brother, who was usually unyielding, might suddenly lose his temper and overturn the table with the Soviets, thus ruining all the terms that had just been agreed upon.

However, Lin Qi sat on the single sofa, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the mahogany coffee table. There was no anger in his deep eyes, but rather a hint of extremely cold calculation.

As a cunning old fox who has mastered the course of history for a century, his political deductions are clearer and more thorough than anyone else's.

Lead bath tempering for carbon determination was indeed a top-tier military secret in the Far East at the beginning of the 20th century.

But a hundred years from now, this will be nothing more than basic common sense for undergraduates.

More importantly, Lin Qitai was well aware of the behavior of the Soviet Union, these big brothers.

This groundbreaking technology, which can significantly improve barrel life and artillery accuracy, is something that, once it appears in Guangzhou, will be taught even if we stubbornly refuse to teach it today.

Soviet intelligence networks in China and KGB agents would infiltrate the Ishii Arsenal as insidiously as flies attracted to blood.

Bribery, coercion, even theft—they'll use any means necessary.

Instead of maintaining constant vigilance, which could lead to a complete breakdown in relations and plunge the newly established arsenal into a vortex of espionage, it's better to avoid this.

Why not just openly lay this technology out on the table and use it as leverage in transactions?

This is called using the cheapest, most transparent strategy to obtain the most core political and military interests!

He only thought for three seconds.

A hearty,江湖-esque smile instantly bloomed on his face.

He stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet next to him, picked up a bottle of vodka specially prepared for the Soviet advisory group, poured himself a full glass, turned around and walked to Pavlov, handing him the glass.

"General Pavlov."

Lin Qi switched back to Chinese instead of Russian, with the interpreter relaying his words: "There's an old saying in our country: 'No fight, no friendship.'"

Pavlov took the wine glass with both hands, somewhat unsure of Lin Qi's intentions.

"I have a bad temper and I can't stand it when others point fingers at my turf."

Lin Qi stared directly into Pavlov's sunken eye sockets, his words carefully chosen to strike at the Soviet general's arrogant pride: "But in our exchange just now, I witnessed the professionalism and competence of a pure soldier. I, Lin Tuozhi, make friends not based on nationality, but solely on ability. I have already considered you a friend!"

As he spoke, his tone suddenly shifted, and his voice became firm and resolute.

"This steelmaking technology is the trump card of our arsenal! If it were any of those politicians in headquarters, or any other bureaucrats in the Soviet Union, trying to say this today, I would kick them out!"

Pavlov's breath hitched.

"But today, it was you, General Pavlov, who personally asked me to say this!"

Lin Qi picked up his cup of cold tea and clinked it against Pavlov's vodka: "As a friend, I'll give you this face! I agree! Tomorrow, have your men bring paper and pens to the Ishii Factory to report for duty!"

These words struck Pavlov like a heavy hammer blow.

They gave me plenty of face!

They gave us a real sense of privilege!

The Russian was very concerned about his image, but when he arrived in Guangzhou, although the politicians were polite on the surface, they were wary of him deep down.

But now, this Dr. Lin, who is proficient in modern tactics and even dares to criticize himself as unfathomable, actually admits in front of everyone that he is a friend.

They even handed over national treasure-level military secrets on his behalf!

What a profound respect and spirit this is!

Pavlov was overjoyed, his favorability towards him skyrocketed, and he downed the vodka in his hand in one gulp, his face flushed with excitement, patting his chest repeatedly.