"Anytime."
Lin Qi's reply was always so full of confidence, and of course, it was a genuine confidence.
It was just drawing a Self-Propelled Artillery; even if he could not draw it in minute detail, a concept drawing should not pose any problem.
Do not forget, he had learned to draw in a small room, where he had plenty of time to study anything he wanted to learn. Learning made people happy and could also make them forget their worries.
Mr. Truman looked at Lin Qi, his gaze seeming to say, I fucking knew you had something in mind. With Lin Qi agreeing so quickly, he definitely had a whole series of plans in place.
In reality, he did not. Manufacturing things like a Self-Propelled Artillery or even a tank required a vast amount of industrial coordination. Aside from shell companies, the businesses under Lin Qi's control had nothing to do with heavy industry.
Even if he had detailed manufacturing blueprints right now, he had no way to produce those things, nor would he have the time to do it step by step.
Originally, he had almost completely forgotten about this matter—
After all, with airplanes, those things could also be called the kings of death for ground units; who cared about that gadget anymore? But since Mr. Truman brought it up, doing it was not entirely out of the question. At the very least, selling it to someone else counted as a favor, and he could make a little money too—why not? War and finance were forever the fastest ways to make money, and that had never changed!
Mr. Truman had already taken up a lot of Lin Qi's time. After finishing his cigarette and setting a time with Lin Qi, he stepped aside of his own accord. Lin