On November 2, 1913, in Berlin, Germany. The weather was gloomy and pedestrians on the road wrapped their coats tightly. By noon, light snow began to float and the temperature dropped a few degrees.

In an inconspicuous cafe, 18-year-old Richard Zorg looked nervously at the information in his hand: Richard Zorg was born on October 4, 1895 in the town of Akikand, near the Baku oil field in Caucasus, Russia. His father Adolf Zorg is an expert in oil drilling equipment in Germany. He works for the Swedish Nobel Brothers Company. His mother Nina Simeonova Kobereva is an ordinary Russian woman. When he was 3 years old, his father's contract with the Caucasus Oil Company expired, and his family moved to Germany. He settled in the suburbs of Berlin in 1912 and entered the Hitfeld Middle School in Berlin. He liked history, loves literature, and is good at speaking and speaking. He is good at speaking and speaking.

"Teacher, who are you?" Zorge looked at the middle-aged man opposite with a complicated expression.

"Russian, well, isn't your mother also Russian?" the middle-aged man said with a smile, "How about it, my investigation report is OK."

"Why are you investigating me? I'm just an ordinary student." Zorg lowered his voice and said, "I warn you, although I don't know what your purpose is, if my parents are hurt, I will definitely not let you go!"

"?" The middle-aged man touched his nose unnaturally, avoided the other party's sharp eyes, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I'm just ordered to persuade you to live in Russia. Of course, if you don't agree, we have to use tough measures."

""Zorge was even more puzzled. He wondered, "What did you want me to do in Russia? Who is your superior?"

"Keep confidential!" The middle-aged man took out a stack of documents from his shirt pocket and placed it on the table. "This is your identification in Russia, and there are several checks. If you think about it, give me an answer as soon as possible."

"Are you a spy?" Zorge, who was lying on the bed, couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The daylight was shocking: his history teacher turned out to be a Russian spy. At the age of 18, it was the most restless time in a person's life. The talented Zorge quickly guessed the teacher's purpose: he must be to cultivate himself and become a spy.

All night, Zorge was engaged in ideological struggles: whether to live as an ordinary person or become a spy, living in danger all day long. In the end, the man's passion defeated reason. The next morning, Zorge ran to the school with a dark circle.

With 1.13 billion rubles in hand, Anna finally gained confidence and started a long-planned production plan. In the outskirts of Moscow, Anna bought an arsenal. After signing the contract, a large amount of funds immediately injected into the old factory. With fresh blood, the factory quickly started running, the old production line was demolished, and new equipment and workers were moved in.

Money can make the devil push the mill. For this factory, Anna spent 200 million rubles at once, bought the best machine tools, and hired the best quality workers and technicians. High wages and high benefits motivated the workers. The transformation work was completed in less than half a month, and the production was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Unlike small workshops, the efficiency of large factories is amazing. After several days of study, workers gradually became familiar with the new production process and better run-in with the machines. The daily output grew rapidly, reaching 40 units, and the pass rate increased significantly, reaching 85%. As for the name of the factory, Anna chose Tokarev's name, Tokarev Gun Manufacturing Company.

On November 18, Anna came to the factory in a royal carriage for inspection. As the temporary manager of the factory, Tokarev naturally came to greet him enthusiastically.

Anna visited various production workshops accompanied by Tokarev. In order to keep a low profile, Anna did not wear formal clothes, but dressed up as a farm boy, which made many people in the factory mistake her for Tokarev's younger brother.

The smell in the workshop was not good, and although the noise produced by the machine tool was not very high, it was also very unpleasant. Anna just took a quick look and finally came to Tokarev's office.

Tokarev's secretary quickly brought black tea. After appreciating the secretary's perky buttocks, Anna suddenly thought of something, and she asked, "Mr. Tokarev, are you still single?"

Tokarev didn't expect the other party to ask this question, and he was stunned for a while before answering, "Yes. You also saw that the factory has just started, I'm very busy and have no time."

"You are 24 years old this year, okay, I think about it." Anna thought for a while, "My eldest sister Olga is exactly 18 years old this year. How about it, you think about it."

"!!!" Tokarev was stunned and after a long time of reaction, "Your Highness, are you talking about your sister Olga Nikolayevna's female grandfather?"

"Yes, the eldest princess of the Empire, why? Could it be that you don't like her?" Anna said unhappy.

"No! I mean I must not be worthy of her like this. Your Highness, please don't make fun of me."

"This is no joke!" Anna looked serious, "In a word, do you want to marry her? I want to listen to the truth!"

"I think I want to marry her." After a long silence, Tokarev spit out the answer. Hearing the other party's conscience, Anna nodded happily and praised, "I read you correctly. This is the case for a real man. You will enter the palace tomorrow. I will advise His Majesty the Emperor to make you a viscount, so that you can be considered a noble."

"Your Highness of the Princess" Tokarev's eyes became wet, became a nobleman, and married the eldest princess, which was a step to reach the sky. Tokarev never expected that a small technician would have such a counterattack. He quickly stood up and choked up and said, "Your Highness of the Princess, I will never forget your gifts forever."

"Enough enough!" Anna handed the other party a tissue, "The best way for you to repay me is to manage the factory well and create a qualified new gun. By the way, you haven't named the new gun yet!"

Upon hearing this, Tokarev asked respectfully, "Then please give your highness a name."

M1 rifle? Anna shook her head. Although it was shameless to copy American products, it would be too bad if she even copied the name. After thinking for a moment, Anna flashed with inspiration, "Since the gun was designed and manufactured by you, take the first letter of your surname, it is called the T1 rifle. 1 means that it is the first semi-automatic rifle that is equipped with troops in our country."

"T1 rifle?!" Tokarev quickly shook his head. "Your Highness, please allow me to explain: the designer of this kind of gun is not me. I just made the gun according to the information you gave me. In fact, I have always wanted to know who the author of those information is?"
Chapter completed!