Bolton took a deep breath and continued asking, "If we start developing it now, how long will it take to make this kind of pressure gauge?" The technician Bell lowered his head and looked at the tips of his shoes. "Perhaps three months, perhaps half a year..."
He truly could not give an exact time, because the entire Bolton-Watt Company had never cared about this easily obtainable component from the very beginning. "Can we buy it from somewhere else?"
"France should have them," Bell said. "It's said the boiler pressure of their High-Pressure Steam Engines is already close to 0.6 MPa." Bolton nodded. "Go to France to procure them at once. Buy more."
The company's funds were extremely ample. There was 370,000 Pound Sterling in cash on the books alone; as long as money could solve it, it was nothing.
He looked at Watt again. "You'll have to find time to take the pressure gauge's development into account as well. I know a little matter like this certainly won't be difficult for you."
An inexplicable comfort welled up in Watt's heart. Ever since Sander had arrived, he had never again been valued like this.
He nodded proudly. "Leave it to me. In three months at most, we'll be able to use our own pressure gauges."
Finally, Bolton instructed them with great severity, "This matter must not be told to anyone, including your families. Whoever dares leak a single word can wait to be dismissed!"
However, that very afternoon, all the major newspaper offices in London learned that the Bolton-Watt Company was facing a shortage of pressure gauges because its supplier had gone bankrupt. The news had naturally been spread by people from the French Security Bureau.
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