"Typical semi-automatic pistol. The design is similar to our Great Zhou pistols, but the craftsmanship is crude, and the durability of the materials is questionable..."
Dwarves were obsessive about the quality and durability of the things they made. They liked things that lasted, sturdy and reliable.
That also made them especially perceptive in related fields. At a glance, they could tell that these goblin pistols showed signs of cutting corners.
At first, Sorin thought this might merely be a quality-control problem on the production line.
But after he finished dismantling all the remaining goblin pistols and discovered that every single one had the same problems, Sorin's two eyebrows had already twisted into a knot. The words "disgusted" were practically written all over his face.
"Are they not afraid this thing will malfunction on the battlefield?!"
Sorin felt that those goblins had to be insane. Taking such unreliable weapons onto the battlefield—how was that any different from suicide?
Compared with Sorin, who was already somewhat furious, Qin Fen, listening to his words from the side, was far calmer.
Clearly, Qin Fen was not the kind of person who pursued quality blindly.
In Qin Fen's view, everything came down to cost-effectiveness.
To give a simple and crude example...
Suppose it was the same gun. If you made its performance and quality a perfect hundred in every respect, turning it into a flawless weapon, the manufacturing cost would be one thousand.
Under those circumstances, if you appropriately sacrificed some performance and quality, lowering the requirements to ninety, the manufacturing cost would be five hundred.
Lower the requirements a little more, to eighty, and the manufacturing cost would be only one hundred.
An item might not have been that expensive to begin with, but if you pursued the utmost perfection, every point you raised