Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"Isn't Factory 960 supposed to make guns?" Zhao Mancang asked, stunned.

"That's right, it makes guns, but, Engineer Qin is still very capable, he…" Yang Zhenhua wanted to talk about Qin Yang's successful development of the light heavy machine gun to gain Zhao Mancang's trust, but this was also a secret and couldn't be revealed to Zhao Mancang.

"Is that the Qin Yang who successfully predicted the Middle East war?" At that moment, a technician asked.

News about Qin Yang spread really fast; in less than a day, it had actually spread throughout the entire base!

Yang Zhenhua nodded: "That's right, it's him. He's still very capable; perhaps he can help you."

"Now, we can only treat a dead horse as if it were still alive. As long as he signs a confidentiality agreement, we welcome him to come and take a look," Zhao Mancang nodded.

Zhao Mancang wasn't very familiar with Qin Yang, but now, they had already tried their best and still couldn't complete the task. Sending it to the British for debugging would cost an unknown amount of foreign exchange. So, let's give it a try; what if it works out?

"Gentlemen, are you going to invite an irrelevant person to help with the debugging?" Smith said, "I must remind you in advance that if he damages our equipment, we will no longer be responsible for after-sales service."

The fire control system was imported from Marconi Company. Their Royal Ordnance is the general contractor, providing sample guns and fire control system prototypes. Now, he had to offer a reminder.

Zhao Mancang hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. As long as it's not disassembled, it won't be damaged so easily."

Tank guns aren't that easy to break. The fire control system only adjusts the external knobs, so it won't break. Even if it's messed up, they can adjust it back; who doesn't know how to calibrate a gun?

A dozen minutes later, a young man arrived on a sidecar motorcycle.

"He's the technician you invited? When I was his age, I was still studying at Newcastle University!"

Smith had just finished speaking, and the translator next to him was still hesitating whether to translate his words, when Qin Yang had already opened his mouth, spouting fluent English with a genuine London accent.

"Newcastle University is good, ranking among the top five in the UK. Moreover, as a private university, even if you can't get in through exams, you can rely on donations to attend. What was the price last year? Two hundred thousand pounds?"

Smith was first stunned, then his face showed anger: "What are you talking about? Of course I got into university through exams! Those who get into university through donations are looked down upon! When I graduated, all my courses were full marks!"

"Is that so? Then I'm curious, how could a top student with full marks like you, a graduate who entered the Royal Ordnance as an engineer, be unable to debug a tank gun? Is this the level of a top student from the British Royal Ordnance?"

"Is there a problem with that? Whether a tank gun can shoot accurately depends not only on the gun and fire control system, but also on the chassis. For example, if the tank's suspension support is insufficient, the vehicle body will vibrate at the moment of firing, which will inevitably affect accuracy."

Smith spoke with confidence, and everyone present was stunned.

They usually relied on translators to communicate with British technical consultants. Now, this young man could actually speak fluent English directly! Moreover, the two were currently engaged in a fierce debate! Everyone had always been polite to the British consultants! This kid is fierce!

Listening to the translated words, a question flashed in Zhao Mancang's mind: This young man seemed to be accusing the British of not working diligently, and may even be intentionally misleading them?

However, that didn't seem right. This young man had just arrived and hadn't even touched the tank. How could he conclude that the British were causing trouble?

"Your previous tank guns could only guarantee accuracy within 500 meters at most, so you didn't care about these things. When the range increases, various small errors will be magnified. Therefore, we need to send the tank to the UK for specific testing before we can find the real cause," Smith said confidently.

"Is that so?" Qin Yang looked at Smith seriously: "Mr., are you now certain that the problem lies with the tank chassis, and not with the tank gun and fire control system?"

"Young man, you speak so boldly. Do you know what the specific problem is?" Smith looked at Qin Yang: "I heard that you only make guns, and you have never been exposed to our L7 tank gun and related fire control system. What qualifications do you have to accuse me as soon as you arrive?"

"Because you clearly know where the problem lies, but you refuse to point it out, and you are trying to trick us into sending the tank over to earn more money!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Since European tank guns and fire control systems were introduced, of course European experts should be invited to help with debugging. Now, this expert was not only not working hard, but was actually misleading them?

This was too much! Was he worthy of the fee paid to him?

"You, you are slandering me! Our Royal Ordnance is exporting tank gun technology to you at great risk, because we have a common enemy, we have become friends, and we are very sincere to our friends. How could we do such a thing as you said? Mr. Zhao, Leader Yang, I demand that he be kicked out immediately! If he doesn't leave, then I will!"

Zhao Mancang also frowned a little. Before he knew how to smooth things over, Qin Yang was adding fuel to the fire: "Of course you have to leave, and you have to leave your salary behind, because your performance is too bad!"

"You, you, it's too much to say that! This is an insult to my personality, and also an insult to our Royal Ordnance, and to our Britain!"

This guy was actually starting to raise the stakes! Qin Yang was very contemptuous in his heart.

When the L7 tank gun was introduced, many things happened. Qin Yang, this military industry expert, knew these inside stories, which had never been disclosed before, when chatting with the old military workers. Dealing with foreigners is full of pitfalls!

Qin Yang said this in Chinese. Smith, who had been aggressive just now, suddenly changed his face when he heard the translator's words.

"Thermal sleeve? This is an imported British thermal sleeve. How could it be unqualified?" Zhao Mancang was also surprised.

"We've been debugging the fire control system for a long time, and it should be fine. If it still doesn't shoot accurately, the problem might really be with the thermal sleeve!" another technician said.

"How much of a role can this thermal sleeve play? It shouldn't be, right? Our previous tank guns didn't have thermal sleeves, and they still worked, didn't they?" There were also voices of doubt.