"Your Highness, whose work were these two motorcycles?" Wilhelm Maybach asked. At Daimler Company, he had always been responsible for developing new products, and his eye was far sharper than most.
"I designed both of these motorcycles," Oscar said shamelessly. It was not the first or second time he had plagiarized designs from later generations; his skin had long since been tempered thick enough.
Naturally, this drew a round of praise from Wilhelm Maybach and Paul Daimler.
"Gentlemen, these two are civilian motorcycles, primarily intended for the civilian market. Here are two military motorcycles as well. Once the civilian motorcycles have entered the market, the military models must also be developed as quickly as possible. I believe our army is in urgent need of vehicles with this kind of mobility." Oscar once more took a set of design drawings from his briefcase. The drawings showed two different motorcycles. Compared with the earlier civilian versions, the military motorcycles were undoubtedly much bulkier. Though less attractive in appearance and far more solid-looking, military equipment had never pursued outward beauty. Performance and reliability were what truly mattered.
One was a two-wheeled motorcycle capable of carrying two people, while the other was a three-wheeled motorcycle with a sidecar.
"Military motorcycles... will the military buy them?" Paul Daimler hesitated somewhat. After all, the military currently did not purchase many motor vehicles.
"So long as they perform exceptionally well, I believe the military will be willing to purchase them. Of course, we may not make much profit from military motorcycles. You should be mentally prepared for that." Oscar gave them advance warning.
Paul Daimler and Wilhelm Maybach both nodded. Oscar's identity meant that he could not possibly make much money from the military, or people would gossip. He might even have to provide these things to