The questions he asked were nothing more than a few key points, including the production time and cost of firearms.

He asked about one thing in particular: "After this trip to Moscow, after you return to Novosibirsk, your factory should also be put into production. I intend to let your factory specialize in the production of assault rifles. Tell me, if a

The factory is operating at full capacity, how much output can you produce in a month?"

How to answer?

Yang Mingzhi had already had this idea and hoped to find an opportunity to talk to Stalin about it in person. Unexpectedly, it was Stalin who proposed it first. Yang Mingzhi quickly said: "Two hundred tubes a day, this kind of production capacity can basically be guaranteed

But in the first month of production, the technical level of the workers is relatively unfamiliar. Perhaps in the second month, the monthly production capacity can equip an infantry division."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"Very good." Stalin nodded deeply, "Six thousand a month, I understand."

At this point, Stalin said nothing more. Yang Mingzhi hoped that Stalin would say something more talkative, but he never expected that the old guy next to him suddenly became silent. This seriousness made people panic.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the motorcade entered the Red Square. During this period, Stalin also simply ate some bread, which the Soviets never tired of eating, even if the bread was a bit hard.

Yang Mingzhi would eventually return to the hotel after dinner, after which he rested for a while in a room in the Grand Kremlin Palace and even took a shower.

The resident professional barber in the palace gave Yang Mingzhi a clean, round shave according to Yang Mingzhi's request. He also shaved off all the stubble on his face and chin, and even cleaned his nose hair.

Therefore, when Yang Mingzhi appeared again in Stalin's private dining room according to the agreed meal, Stalin felt that the young Berekov was even more energetic.

"Haha! Comrade Berekov, why did I almost shave your head when I ordered someone to give you a haircut? It seems that Sergey is not a good barber."

"No! Comrade Stalin, this is my request."

"It's strange that you are a little younger than our son, but you don't take care of your hair? You are not fifty yet? I can see your scalp now. You'd better sit down first, the dishes are still here

If you don't come up, please tell me carefully why you need to shave your hair like this."

"I……"

"Don't tell me, let me think about it. Ah... good generals always shave their heads. It seems that you are still relatively modest and have not shaved your head completely."

At this moment, Yang Mingzhi could not imagine why Stalin suddenly pointed at his hair style. Indeed, after a month, he really gritted his teeth and stamped his feet to get rid of his hair.

After all, he is a man, and a piece of soap is enough to clean his hair. Very short hair is the easiest to take care of. His original intention of doing this is really for the convenience of cleaning, and at the same time to cover up his hair loss caused by long-term hard work and even lack of supplies and malnutrition in the swamp.
Chapter completed!