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Lavaz Town, the tractor factory was soaked in continuous rain, with the sounds of tal clashing and banging echoing persistently.

Before Joseph set off, Shire took a trip to his office.

Joseph’s office was quite simple, featuring only a desk and a guest sofa, with a pot of French daisies in the corner, Joseph’s favorite.

Seeing Shire at the door, Joseph broke into a broad smile, eagerly setting aside his file and welcoming Shire with a hearty handshake.

"Long ti no see, Young Master Shire." Joseph habitually addressed Shire this way, though he felt slightly awkward upon seeing Shire’s military uniform.

"Should I call you General now?" he asked.

"It’s fine, Joseph," Shire replied. "We’re like family, no need to mind these formalities."

"It’s an honor, Young Master Shire," Joseph agreed readily.

He knew acting too reserved at this mont would be like denying the "family" sentint Shire spoke of.

Sitting on the sofa, a trace of guilt seeped into Shire’s heart.

During the tis Shire’s family was bullied by Francis, Joseph had been assisting in secret, showing exceptional care for Shire, almost treating him as his own child.

Yet, Shire hadn’t visited him for nearly a year, not even stopping by the tractor factory when returning ho.

Joseph did not hold Shire at fault.

Young Master Shire was busy saving France, rarely able to visit ho, even during holidays, imrsed in work.

Despite this, he still managed to rescue Matthew and help him grow into a capable and confident individual.

Joseph felt gratified and held nothing but heartfelt gratitude towards Shire!

"Have you considered how to develop once you move to the United States?" Shire took the coffee Joseph handed him.

Joseph hesitated: "I think we should start with grenades. They are not difficult to produce, have low costs, suitable for mass production, and easier to establish a foothold."

Beginnings are always difficult, and Joseph aid to choose a simple start.

But Shire disagreed with his idea: "No, Joseph, you should diversify the military production quickly. Not just grenades, but also mortars, submachine guns, rifles, even helts."

"Helts?" Joseph looked at Shire puzzled, "The Arican army doesn’t wear helts, Young Master."

He had briefly learnt about the Arican arms market the previous night and discovered this.

Besides, helts involved aesthetics, first considering whether Aricans were willing to use them, which usually required discussions before decisions.

But Shire insisted on his view: "Just focus on production, don’t worry about the rest."

The Aricans would surely use them, Shire was confident.

Because that period was when the Aricans were desperate; they’d put anything on their heads, even a cooking pot.

"Okay, Young Master." Joseph nodded in agreent.

Young Master Shire must have his considerations. If worst cos to worst, these helts shipped to France could still fetch a good price. During warti, such items always sold well.

Shire added: "You have roughly one billion US dollars in funding."

Just seated, Joseph looked at Shire in shock; Young Master Shire was certain of making money through Arican military production, placing all his chips down in one go!

"Isn’t this too risky?" Joseph hesitated.

"No, Joseph," Shire replied. "Do as I said. You need to think about how to utilize the funds at hand to expand production capacity, producing as many qualified products as possible in the shortest ti."

"As you wish, Young Master Shire." Joseph straightened up, seemingly feeling the weight beyond his tolerance: "I will proceed as you instructed."

Joseph guessed that Young Master Shire, being a general, must know the direction in which the war was evolving, thus choosing this seemingly risky yet opportunistic approach.

Then Shire instructed, "But keep the produced equipnt in the warehouse, don’t let the Aricans know, especially the Arican military."

This Joseph understood, it’s a common capitalist tactic, known as "hunger marketing": creating a false shortage to raise prices and then suddenly selling at high prices for huge profits.

What Joseph didn’t know was that the situation was far more complex than he imagined.

Shire’s logic was clear and precise.

At that ti, Aricans thought they wouldn’t engage in this war, hence the military only planning small-scale procurent.

Colonel Johnson might say they’ll give Shire a "minimum procurent volu" to ensure his military factory doesn’t collapse.

It seed like offering Shire many preferential policies, but in reality, it would keep his factory barely afloat until the Aricans learned all technological skills and cultivated a large workforce and technicians.

But they never expected Shire to exploit this mindset.

In negotiations over "minimum procurent volus," Shire could use it to raise prices:

"What? Only 1000 units?"

"That’s too little, these are rifles, in Europe, they demand hundreds of thousands!"

"10000 units won’t suffice; it’s not even a fraction of Europe. Profits won’t cover machinery and factory costs."

"15000 units... fine, but at double the price, otherwise there’s no profit margin!"

...

The Aricans calculated that it was reasonable; they couldn’t let Shire just go bankrupt, so the deal was pleasantly sealed.

Not only rifles, but all equipnt followed a similar pattern.

The Arican military thought they had a bargain, acquiring the sa advanced equipnt used on European battlefields at minimal costs, plus the technology, tactics, many things money couldn’t buy.

However, one day, they suddenly knew they had to join the war, the situation was dramatically different:

"We need 100,000 rifles, imdiately!"

"What? Limited production capacity?"

"We’ll pay more, the sooner the better!"

...

Thus, masses of equipnt reached Arican soldiers at several tis the normal prices, and it was definitely more than "100,000."

(Above is an image of Arican soldiers in 1917. The US Army had only 130,000 soldiers in 1917, rapidly expanding to 4 million within a year once they decided to join the war, with over 2 million deployed to the Western Front. The equipnt in the photo appears extrely rudintary, subsequently Arican troops were urgently supplied with hundreds of thousands of French or British helts.)

Shire’s developnt strategy targeted the period when the Arican army’s rapid expansion led to a shortage of various equipnt.

Not only rifles, grenades, bullets, but even fabric for uniforms, canteens, dications and so on would see prices rising sharply.

Aricans planned to sheer Shire as the "lamb", but little did they know they’d end up being heavily fleeced by Shire.

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