novelSusiti Chapter 100: Himm Also Wants to Be a Broker, Sean Puts the Brakes on Germany
Chapter 100: Himm Also Wants to Be a Broker, Sean Puts the Brakes on Germany
Chapter 101: Himm Also Wants to Be a Broker, Sean Puts the Brakes on Germany
The president of Vichy Company felt wronged. "Sir, we did nothing wrong."
He thought Himm had come to arrest people. As an SS officer, Himm was not only the artist's private army, but also had a job that was different from the other Wehrmacht.
This department, which eliminates unnecessary noise, is very similar to the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the north.
Being targeted by Hiram is definitely not a good thing.
"I know you didn't do anything wrong."
So what do you mean? We didn't do anything wrong, so why are you coming here all over us in such a menacing manner?
The president was puzzled, but dared not say anything.
Himm received information that Goring had been quite active lately, and what was most surprising was that he had actually gone to several well-known aircraft companies to poach employees.
They're still looking to poach senior engineers.
After a brief investigation, Himm, as the head of the nation's highest intelligence agency, quickly discovered that Göring hadn't started the company to make money.
He even packed up all the engineers he found and sent them away.
This unusual behavior naturally caught Hiram's attention.
He secretly approached the CEO of Lufthansa and stared at him for a full ten minutes while wearing glasses.
The Lufthansa CEO told Himm, with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"His Excellency Göring is acting as an intermediary."
"A middleman?" Himmler's calm face showed surprise. What reason would a German Air Force Marshal be to do such a job as a middleman?
"Yes, the agent, he's poaching people for other companies."
Himm immediately put his hand on the holster. What was Göring doing, doing such a crazy thing? He was poaching talent from the Empire.
Doesn't he know how important talent is?
They actually acted as intermediaries, and for other companies, not even German ones.
"Which company is it?"
"An American company."
Upon hearing this answer, Himm wanted to curse, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed.
Did the Air Force Marshal get his head caught in a door? He definitely did.
"What company?"
Lockheed Corporation.
Oh dear, look at this guy.
"I see," Himlem suddenly realized, "no wonder the Air Force is developing so well."
That explains why Goering has been acting like a busy little bee lately, running around to aircraft companies every day.
The air force was already very powerful. Under the leadership of the Prophet, the German air force had surpassed Britain and France. It was at its peak from the start, and even crippled the French air force in the Battle of France, fighting against two opponents at once.
Now that Göring has accomplished more and more great feats, Himm feels a sense of urgency.
How powerful does he want to become?
Himm felt resentful.
Seeing that the cleaning foreman, Himm, looked unhappy, Lufthansa's president said awkwardly.
"There's nothing we can do about it."
"It's okay, well done."
what?
The president of Lufthansa froze. What did you say?
Well done? It was indeed a grand scheme. Not only was the Air Force Marshal acting as an intermediary, but even the Supreme Commander of the SS was doing the same.
Himm recalled an earlier American newspaper article about Sean Wayne supposedly planning to build an airplane that could hover in mid-air.
Helicopter.
Germany has this too, and we're researching it as well.
Apart from the United States, only German engineers at the time had such an extravagant imagination; they were the only ones in the world who wanted to develop rotorcraft.
Vichy is one of the best examples.
They are developing an aircraft called P1003.
The development of this aircraft began in 1938. Hillam remembered it because he heard it was a vertical takeoff and landing aircraft. He was surprised at the time, thinking, "How is that possible?"
Isn't this exactly what the prophet wanted?
Himm noticed that even the president of Weishi had a friendly expression, and even took out his own cigarette and offered one to the other party.
"Don't be nervous. I heard you're developing a vertical takeoff and landing aircraft?"
The president paused for a moment, then explained, "Not only is it a vertical takeoff and landing aircraft, but the P1003 also features a variable tilt rotor design, allowing it to switch flight modes like a fixed-wing aircraft after takeoff."
Hiram didn't understand. If Sean were there, he would have shouted, "Isn't that an osprey?"
Good heavens, this is 1940, decades before the American Osprey.
This design is a groundbreaking and forward-thinking idea.
"Really? How's the research and development progressing?" Himm asked, intrigued.
"The difficulty is too great; many materials cannot withstand it."
The SS chief was somewhat disappointed. "It's alright, failure brings hope for success."
Thank you for your understanding.
"Since it's too difficult, just give me the engineer."
Are you kidding me? What are we supposed to do if I give you the engineer?
"Sir, we also need engineers."
"That's why I'm here to steal them."
"Huh?" The president was dumbfounded. It turned out that snatching him away was not a joke.
Yes, I'm here to snatch him away, to beat that bastard Göring to it. If he remembers that Germany also has helicopter research companies, then he'll get all the benefits.
Himm was determined not to leave empty-handed today.
"But Your Excellency, we haven't done anything wrong, so why are you arresting us?"
The president thought to himself, "Are you mistaken? We are wholeheartedly devoted to the country."
"I'm not arresting people, I'm kidnapping them."
"What's the difference?"
"I'm going to send these engineers to another company."
"Did I hear that right? I must have misheard. It's not arresting people, it's poaching them?" Or is it forcibly poaching them?
"That's right, they will be sent to a foreign company."
"Sir, is there some important secret project?" The president suddenly realized, "I will prepare a group of outstanding talents."
"Thanks."
"Where is this company located? If it's a secret, you don't need to tell me. I'm just curious, what kind of important and special project is it?"
California, USA.
The president stared in disbelief, mouth agape. "The Empire's secret project is being researched in a foreign land?" This must be something extraordinary.
"It's not a secret project of the Empire."
God, they're really poaching people! The CEO finally understands, and Himm has gone mad too.
"Sir, that's an American company."
"Mr. Sean is also an American."
"It seems Mr. Sean is also in California." The president's reaction was unusually quick.
"It seems so."
President Wei Xi was very disdainful of what Hillam said. What do you mean, "as if"? How could you, the head of intelligence, not know where Sean Wayne lives?
"We'll provide a few."
"Don't you think this is reckless?"
"This is not rash; these are my heartfelt words. Your Excellency is wholeheartedly devoted to the Empire, and we must support you." Hiram nodded in satisfaction. "If anything happens in the future, please inform the regional commanders in your respective areas to contact me."
"Thank you, sir."
As Himm walked happily out of the company building and returned to headquarters, even the Army and Navy were puzzled. This guy, who had always been calm and like a wooden doll, was actually smiling as he walked.
It's bizarre, extremely bizarre.
William Carraris even suspected that the gloomy fellow might be ill.
"Hilham is acting a bit strange."
Ronstadt nodded and lowered his voice, "You're in charge of intelligence, investigate him."
They both nodded at the same time and went their separate ways.
"Are you still drawing? What are you drawing this time?"
Looking at the tomboy Marilyn Monroe, Sean looked up and put down his pen.
"ALICE outfit."
"It's similar to the tactical vest you drew last time; it seems to be the same type of thing."
"There are some similarities. Tactical vests are more suitable for urban areas. Their biggest advantage is that they provide integrated defense. This is a military-grade vest, which carries more items, such as a water bottle, a lunchbox, a medical kit, and various ammunition pouches."
"Stop, I really don't want to hear this from you, and I don't understand it either."
"This design can be sold for money." Sean couldn't remember exactly what the ultimate portable version of Alice looked like, but he remembered the style of the straps more clearly.
The tomboy covered his ears and sat down next to Sean. "I'm not listening. You haven't made much progress in sketching after a month of studying."
"Haha, are you trying to say I don't have a talent for drawing? How was it living in the orphanage for a while?"
Sean put down the pen and paper in his hand.
"I saw old friends and met new ones, but most of them wanted to ask, 'How's it feeling to be a dad, Sean? Do you have magic powers?'"
Marilyn Monroe looked very upset. "Everyone thinks that you must have some kind of secret behind all your achievements."
"Haha, welcome home."
Marilyn opened her arms and the two embraced. "Where's that annoying woman?"
"She went to pick up the engineers and then arranged for them to go to the Skunk Works to get a few aircraft engines, which needed to be handed over to the engineering team for research."
"Are you really planning to build an airplane?"
Monroe kicked her legs, feeling puzzled by Sean's decision.
"Yes."
"Are you free to take me out to play now?"
"No, I have to give a speech at the University of California, Southern California."
"Are you going to give a speech at a university?"
"I'm a celebrity now."
Marilyn Monroe couldn't refute that statement, "May I see the campus?"
"Let's go."
He brought his adopted daughter, Sean, to the UCLA campus. University was a completely foreign concept to him in this era.
It's a bit different from the American universities I've seen in movies.
The difference is that there are fewer people taking drugs now, and fewer people smoking.
Standing on the lawn, looking at the two castle-like buildings in front of her, Monroe pulled Sean to stand in front of her and asked Hedget to take a picture.
"Hello Mr. Sean, I am Anderson from the School of Business Administration."
"Hello, Professor."
Sean reached out his hand to the middle-aged man who was smiling as he took his picture.
"I thought you were a student."
"Thank you, but I don't know why the University of California, Southern California invited me to speak. You only have four colleges: Business Administration, Performing Arts, Applied Arts, and Education. I'm an expert in military affairs!"
"Mr. Sean, you are the founder of the Sean Systematic Assembly Line Production Model. If the first industrial revolution was the steam engine and the second industrial revolution was electricity, then what you are doing now is a comprehensive upgrade of industrial production."
That was an unparalleled achievement.
Did you know that President Roosevelt has signed an executive order, which Congress has passed, to adopt stricter patent protection policies to ensure the standardization of production lines and processes?
Did you know? As a scholar of economics and management...
I've seen the rapid growth in corporate production. The time it takes to build an airplane is now only half or even a third of what it used to be. My God, you've started a revolution! Now everyone's income is increasing.
Emphasizing the protection of intellectual property rights and the unification of industry standards, and adopting subcontracting and joint production models, is an unprecedented step forward.
Our university will award you an honorary professorship certificate.
"Honorary Professor?"
"Yes, you are fully qualified. Please, Professor Sean, many students are waiting for you, American legend, in the auditorium."
Marilyn was playing at school when Sean and Anderson arrived at the auditorium, which was already full of people.
A huge round of applause erupted as Sean stepped onto the stage.
"Hey Sean!"
"The Prophet".
A group of students in the audience shouted.
With a smile on his face, Sean walked onto the stage, approached the microphone, and rested one hand on the table.
"You also forgot to mention the scourge of war and the American heroes in Germany."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Many people in the audience laughed, including a group of university professors.
"I don't know why I was invited here, and I don't know what to say."
Could Germany defeat Britain?
"Haha." Sean pointed to the students who stood up and shouted in the distance, "You know what? This is the question I've heard the most lately. Even the sanitation workers ask me this question when they see me carrying garbage."
Hahaha, everyone was laughing, but they gradually quieted down. This was a question that many people were pondering.
What would the world be like if Germany defeated Britain?
Sean had thought about this in his past life, and he often saw these kinds of inexplicable posts online, with many people expressing their own opinions.
"Germany would have a hard time defeating Britain."
"That's impossible, Germany is very powerful now."
Are you of German descent?
The students in the audience nodded.
"There are quite a few German Americans, more than 20 million. My driver and my builder friend Frederick are also of German descent. I know you are all interested in this topic. Okay, let's start from the perspective of war."
Germany's weapons had a major problem.
They prioritized precision over versatility and practicality.
for example.
Germany's armored forces typically consist of hundreds of tanks, as well as various towed and self-propelled artillery pieces, a wide variety of types. This was, of course, to deal with attacks for different purposes, but the biggest problem was the lack of standardization. Once a malfunction occurred, there were few compatible parts available.
In my view, we should standardize weapons, equipment, and ammunition.
For example, most bullets used in firearms are interchangeable.
Most of the gun barrels and tracks of armored units can be replaced, which will improve maintenance and logistical support.
Remember, it's not about having the most advanced weapons; they also need to be practical and convenient.
The audience fell silent.
A professor of German descent raised his hand.
Sean nodded and gestured for him to proceed.
"These things don't matter. Advanced weapons will naturally give you an advantage."
"That's right, but it also depends on the quantity, which is another problem with the German military industry."
Unlike the US military industry, they are subject to stricter management by the Supreme Command and have less freedom in research and development.
Their project follows a mandate model, not the selection and demand model used in the United States.
Military industrial enterprises are unable to exert strong initiative.
Furthermore, the German High Command has a chaotic management system for its military-industrial enterprises.
Aside from Göring's Four-Year Plan Office, Funke's Economics Department, Toth's Imperial Armaments and Ammunition Department, and Thomas's Defense Economics and Equipment Office.
Overlapping departments and cumbersome application and funding processes are, in my view, stumbling blocks that hinder equipment manufacturing and weapons development.
How did Argentina's Miler do it?
Cut off the unnecessary parts.
"They should remove these cancerous growths and implement unified planning and flexible management."
The German consul sat below, dumbfounded. "No wonder you're a hero; you dare to say anything!"
"So this is how we defeat Britain?"
Sean looked at the middle-aged man with curiosity; he wasn't sitting with the school's professors and principal.
"No, it's not possible."
My God, Sean Wayne says we can't defeat Britain. I must inform the country immediately; this is very important news.
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