Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"Stop right there! Don't move!"

"Put down the gun and raise your hands!"

Bang!

A sharp pain came from the back of my head, and my vision blurred for a moment before I slowly fell.

I could hear more chaotic footsteps all around.

These images kept repeating in my head, tormenting Qin Yang like a nightmare. In his daze, Qin Yang struggled to open his eyes, looking at the blurry world around him.

Where is this? The conditions are so basic? It's like when I went to Africa for support back in the day.

Qin Yang, a renowned military industry expert, was riding in a car to attend a military industry conference when he was unexpectedly involved in a car accident. He seemed to have hit his head hard on the windshield, and then he knew nothing more.

He should be in a hospital now, but there was no smell of baking soda in the air, and Qin Yang wasn't lying in a hospital bed. Instead, he was slumped over a wooden table, sitting on a long wooden bench that was quite uncomfortable.

His vision gradually cleared, and he saw bright red characters painted on the whitewashed walls.

Our comrades must see the achievements, see the light, and increase our courage in times of difficulty.

The Song typeface was very clear, as if it had just been painted recently. Above it was a line of mottled, old writing: Correct political direction, simple work style, flexible… the last few words were illegible.

Next to these large characters on the wall was a wooden window, with steel bars erected inside the frame, somewhat like a prison.

What is this place? Shouldn't I be in the hospital?

The pain in his head was still coming in waves. Qin Yang touched it with his hand and found that it was wrapped in several layers of bandages. Could it be that the car accident injured his head?

He staggered to his feet and walked towards the window, wanting to see the scene outside, but the dazzling sunlight shone in, and another sharp pain struck his brain, causing him to lose his balance and slump back onto the long wooden bench. Then, something rushed into his mind.

These were his memories!

Character: A second-generation factory worker who is about to turn eighteen.

The second-generation factory worker of this age had already completed ten years of schooling, but of course, he hadn't learned anything. To get into the factory, he had to wait to take over his family's job, which was something that wouldn't happen anytime soon. He spent his days idle, causing trouble and wreaking havoc.

A few days ago, Qin Yang was encouraged by his companions and actually sneaked into the factory warehouse to steal a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle!

Carrying this gun, Qin Yang finally had some face in front of his companions. He excitedly ran to the mountains to hunt, but he didn't shoot a single pheasant. Instead, he was stopped by the people from the factory's security department who had come after hearing the sound.

This was too much, too much! He had already put down the gun, yet they still hit him on the back of the head with an engineer's shovel!

His head had been cracked open!

The military industry expert of the previous life had become an uneducated second-generation factory worker? What a坑爹! No, what a 坑 military industry expert!

"Xiao Wang, please open the door. I'll go in and take a look."

Clang!

The sound of a key unlocking the door came from outside.

A person wearing a blue labor cloth work uniform walked in. A red badge on his left chest was particularly dazzling, with two crossed guns in the center, the words "960 Military Industry" written on it, and a yellow Great Wall pattern below.

At this time, his face was dark.

"Uncle Liu, are you here to pick me up?" Qin Yang, reluctantly accepting this identity, recognized the person who came in.

Liu Yong, a good friend of his father, Qin Baoguo!

The two of them had been transferred from the capital to this remote mountain valley together. More than ten years had passed, and Qin Baoguo had become the head of the technology section, while Liu Yong had become the deputy director of the production workshop.

Qin Baoguo was away on a business trip these past few days. If Qin Baoguo had come, he would definitely have hung up Qin Yang, this troublemaker, and beaten him!

"Pick you up? You're still thinking about going home?" Liu Yong's face was extremely ugly: "The factory is currently discussing how to deal with you. You've got the胆 of a bear and the heart of a leopard to actually dare to steal a gun from the factory warehouse. Do you know how big of a crime this is?"

If it were the original Qin Yang, he would definitely have knelt down with a thud at this time, crying and begging, saying it was the last time and that he would never dare to do it again.

After returning home, he might be honest for a few months, but after that, his hands would start to itch again, a typical case of forgetting the pain once the scar heals.

Liu Yong was very annoyed in his heart. The adults were all busy at the factory, and although the children attended the factory's affiliated school, they were still in a state of being unattended. Small mistakes became more and more frequent, and finally turned into big mistakes!

Crying won't help this time! You're going to be sentenced!

Who would have thought that Qin Yang's performance would greatly exceed his expectations.

"According to Article 14, Paragraph 2 of the Criminal Law, a person who has reached the age of fourteen but is under the age of eighteen who commits murder, serious injury, robbery, arson, habitual theft, or other crimes that seriously disrupt social order shall bear criminal responsibility."

"Good, you little brat, you even know the law!" Liu Yong glared: "Your behavior belongs to seriously disrupting social order, three years or more, ten years or less, do you know that?"

At this time, Qin Yang was cursing in his heart. This second-generation factory worker didn't know what was good for him. If his hands were itchy, he should have chopped them off. Why did he have to steal a gun? It was good enough that he wasn't shot dead on the spot by the security department.

However, that engineer's shovel was really ruthless, probably killing the brat, otherwise, how could he have possessed him?

Fortunately, he had enough experience and knew that a similar thing had happened in 1987. However, the brat was fine, so he could use the same method to clear his name.

"Although stealing a gun is a crime that endangers public safety, some of these crimes are serious, and some are not considered serious. I didn't have any other criminal intentions when I stole the gun. There was no premeditation beforehand, and I didn't hide the gun after stealing it. Instead, I went to the mountains to hunt, and there were no harmful consequences. Therefore, this behavior does not belong to a crime that seriously disrupts social order."

"Good, you little brat, you got hit with an engineer's shovel, and your brain got smarter. You're talking a lot of nonsense now. Humph, no matter what, it's still theft!"

"Uncle Liu, I'm wronged." Qin Yang continued: "I have my reasons."

You little brat spend your days idle, not seeking to improve, doing all kinds of bad things, what reasons could you possibly have? Liu Yong looked at Qin Yang, his face full of disbelief.

"For our factory's military-to-civilian project, my dad is busy day and night. I see it and I'm anxious, so I wanted to help my dad and think of a suitable military-to-civilian project."

"Military-to-civilian project? To save you?" Liu Yong certainly didn't believe it. He would rather believe that a sow could climb a tree than believe that Qin Yang had such ambition.

However, this was a good reason to convert it into internal handling. As long as it wasn't reported, it would be easy to solve.

The factory didn't even know that the gun was lost. It wasn't until Qin Yang took it to hunt that the factory heard the sound and went over. If this was reported, the factory would also have a great responsibility.

You little brat have become capable, you can even come up with this kind of excuse!

"That's right, if our third-line military factory doesn't transform, it can only wait to die. My dad's hair has turned white these past few months, so I was thinking about whether we could convert our production of the Type 56 semi-automatic into air guns, which would not only take advantage of our strengths but also achieve a breakthrough in the military-to-civilian project."

Air gun?

Liu Yong's eyes widened.