Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"What did you say? The factory affairs committee actually didn't convict Qin Yang? Ah..." Yang Zhaoxiang angrily wanted to get out of bed, but the slightest movement pulled at his wound, and intense pain flooded his brain, causing him to cry out in agony.

Zhang Ping, who was watching over him by the bed, couldn't hold back any longer: "Hmph, after bullying us like this, he's acting like nothing happened, dusting himself off and going home for dinner! I'm going to go and curse him until he's spitting blood!"

Yang Zhaoxiang's position in the factory rose higher and higher, eventually becoming the deputy director. Zhang Ping also benefited from her husband's success and was usually respected. But before they became successful, Zhang Ping was a fierce woman who never lost a street fight. She could stand under someone's window and curse for two hours without repeating herself.

This was a special care room with only two beds, now completely occupied by the Yang family. Mu Guijin, sitting on a chair to the side, was filled with endless emotion. This Qin Yang was truly ruthless!

After comforting his wife, Yang Zhaoxiang turned to Mu Guijin, who had come to report: "Section Chief Mu, don't worry. When I recover from my injuries and return to work, I will definitely restore you to your original position. Hmph, now I and Qin Baoguo's family are mortal enemies!"

Having been the deputy director in charge of personnel for many years, Yang Zhaoxiang could see through people's thoughts at a glance. Mu Guijin's report was almost a sob story, mainly because he had lost his position as the chief of the security section and wanted Yang Zhaoxiang to stand up for him.

Although Yang Zhaoxiang had already harbored resentment towards Mu Guijin because of Zhang Zhigang's affair, now was the time when he needed people. He only had such a loyal follower and had to comfort him.

"Yes, Director Yang, Mu Guijin is yours in life and your ghost in death," Mu Guijin said, clearly excited and expressing his loyalty.

On the bed next to them, Yang Wangcai finally woke up. He looked around and, realizing something, quickly reached out with his hand.

"Ah... Where's my carrot head? Why is there only this little bit left?"

"Mom, immediately have my dad kill that Qin Yang and avenge me!"

Tears streamed down Zhang Ping's face.

Of course, your dad went, but he ended up with broken ribs and is lying right next to you. Can't you turn your head and look?

This night was destined to be restless, especially in the affiliated hospital of Factory 960, where there was heart-wrenching howling, cursing, and weeping.

Under the same night sky, members of the security section were searching in the nearby mountains, trying to find the escaped Zhao Zhigang.

Zhang Chao and Zhao Qianjin, aboard a delivery truck from the factory, quietly headed to the capital. At dawn, the two got out of the car, knocked on the door of a nearby photo studio, and asked them to develop two sets of photos. Then, they put some of them in envelopes and, following Qin Yang's instructions, found their destination and dropped them into the special mailbox.

March 15th, the third day since Qin Yang traveled here.

"Our security section has done its best to search, but due to the late arrival of the information and the lack of manpower, we have not yet found him," Song Jianling reported first: "However, please rest assured, leaders, even if someone is hiding Zhao Zhigang, we will definitely bring him to justice!"

Mu Guijin's face immediately turned ugly: "Section Chief Song, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing," Song Jianling replied briefly: "Section Chief Mu, Director Zhu asked you to rest for a few days. Why are you still here? This dedication is worth learning from."

"Hmph." Mu Guijin glared at him and then said: "Leaders, we still need to continue the discussion from yesterday. Even if the gun was in Zhao Zhigang's hands and went off accidentally, hitting Yang Wangcai, it was still during the loading process. Under those circumstances, the air gun should not have fired at all, so the design of this gun has serious flaws!"

After returning from the hospital last night, Mu Guijin finally had time to inquire about what happened and, after some deliberation, finally found such a loophole.

If there was a problem with the gun's design, Qin Yang, as the designer, could not escape responsibility!

After speaking, Mu Guijin looked at Qin Yang, who was still attending the meeting: "Genius air gun designer, what do you say? Does this gun lack a safety mechanism?"

"Section Chief Mu, do you understand guns?"

Hearing Qin Yang's sarcastic question, Mu Guijin was a little annoyed: "Of course, how could I not understand guns? We've worked in the factory for ten years. Even if we haven't eaten pork, we've seen pigs run, haven't we?"

"Then do you understand air guns?"

"Understand, of course, I understand."

"If you understand air guns, then you shouldn't say such layman's words. Air guns don't have safety mechanisms!" Qin Yang's gaze swept across his face, as if looking at an idiot: "Our country's earliest Gongzi brand B1 air gun was a replica of the old Maozi's Eastern-style air gun. The old Maozi's gun designers didn't bother to design a safety mechanism for air guns. As long as an air gun is loaded, it's ready to fire at any time."

Mu Guijin was speechless.

Of course, he didn't understand air guns. He was an administrative cadre, and the security section wasn't involved in technology. The reason he had pondered for a whole night was actually invalid in Qin Yang's eyes?

"However, Section Chief Mu's request still has some merit. Since you all call me a genius air gun designer, I'll use my brain and make a special safety device that prevents the trigger from being pulled when loading lead pellets, so that some self-righteous people don't accidentally injure others and then blame the gunmaker. This skill of shifting blame is truly first-class."

The original break-barrel air gun didn't need a safety mechanism because the barrel was directly broken open when loading. Even if the trigger was pulled, there was no need to worry about firing a bullet. But this special pneumatic lever-action air gun was different. After loading the lead pellet, if the pneumatic lever wasn't returned to its original position, there was still a possibility of accidental firing.

Therefore, this type of air gun has an accidental firing safety, that is, after pulling the pneumatic lever, through the action of the connecting rod, it automatically props a safety stop against the trigger, so that the trigger cannot be pulled before the pneumatic lever is reset, thereby playing a safety role.

Qin Yang didn't draw this mechanism initially, of course, with some consideration: Once this air gun starts selling well, a batch of factories will definitely follow suit. In this era, counterfeiting is a skill, and no one knows what infringement is.

Therefore, when someone starts to follow suit, we will sell off the existing products. At the same time, when other counterfeit factories produce a large number of air guns, we will announce that this gun has defects and then produce improved air guns with safeties, so that the air guns produced by those follower factories will be stockpiled and unable to be sold.

And this reserved trump card successfully helped Qin Yang vent his anger.