Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Technical meetings, once started, have no concept of time. Unknowingly, Qin Yang felt a bit hungry. Looking up at the window, sure enough, it was dark again!

Should I freeload a meal here tonight? Forget it, their budget is too tight, and the food isn't great. I should just go back and eat at home!

But how should I bring it up? Should I tell everyone, 'I'm hungry and need to eat, you guys continue?'

As Qin Yang was considering how to speak, he heard hurried footsteps from outside.

"Report, Elder Zhu, leaders, Fangbei Company called, requesting Director Qin to return for important matters to discuss."

Qin Yang nodded: "Okay, then you all continue the discussion. I have to attend to Fangbei Company's affairs."

With a valid reason to leave the meeting room, Qin Yang rode his sidecar back to Fangbei Industrial Company. He didn't think there was any major issue, probably Nie Xiaoqian had returned, completed the matter, and the fighter jet radar exchange was done. Then our Factory 960 could copy the most advanced airborne radar!

However, the factory's space is still limited. Should I acquire a radio factory in the capital?

These aren't major issues, completely within his plan, so he wasn't worried. The sidecar flowed smoothly, through the streets and alleys, finally stopping at the company entrance.

Wait, something's not right! Why is a high-end black car parked at the entrance? Is some important figure visiting?

Qin Yang frowned, hesitating whether to eavesdrop, when he saw Lin Heping's figure flash from the entrance.

"Brother Lin? Are you waiting for me here on purpose?" Qin Yang immediately realized: "What kind of guest have we received?"

"Iranians, led by Hashem Alaga, the Iranian pilot we visited last time," Lin Heping said. "Director Dong and Teacher Nie are inside accompanying them, to give you some preparation, so they asked me to wait for you here."

The ace Iranian pilot? What does he want from me? It's definitely not a friendly visit. Could they want to buy planes? Shouldn't be, the radar-for-aircraft deal should have just been completed, they shouldn't need to purchase a second batch yet!

However, knowing the identity of the visitors, Qin Yang was mentally prepared. His footsteps quickened, deliberately making a loud noise. When he pushed open the door, sure enough, everyone inside turned to look towards the doorway.

"Sorry, everyone, I'm late... Oh, Hashem, my old friend, what brings you here?" Qin Yang spoke the first part in Chinese, then switched to English for the latter part. As he said this, he showed a surprised expression, then quickly walked over and gave the other a warm hug.

Behind Qin Yang, Lin Heping nodded to Nie Xiaoqian. Director Dong also breathed a sigh of relief. He realized that he still couldn't communicate freely with foreigners, unlike Qin Yang who was so relaxed. Indeed, it's better for him to handle these matters.

After the hug, Hashem introduced the person next to him: "Qin, let me introduce you, this is Booldastan, a commander from our domestic armored forces."

Armored forces?

Qin Yang enthusiastically reached out and shook hands with the other party, while his mind was quickly piecing together the intentions of these people.

The deal is complete, Nie Xiaoqian returned, and the other party took this opportunity to come over, definitely wanting to use the friendship brought about by this transaction. Hashem is just a guide, after all, he is most familiar with Qin Yang, and the purpose of their visit this time is definitely for the equipment of the armored forces!

Considering the recent events, it becomes even more certain.

Last September, the war broke out, with Iraq initially holding the advantage, pushing all the way into the opponent's territory. However, after the Iranians reacted, they began to counterattack.

Just this January, the Iranians launched a large-scale counterattack south of Susangerd in the southern section, but it failed. In this battle, Iraq lost more than fifty tanks, while the number of tanks lost by Iran was twice that.

Iran's tank numbers were already inferior to Iraq, and after this loss, the Iranians urgently wanted to replenish their tanks, so they came to the East for help?

"Welcome to the East, I'm very happy to meet you," Qin Yang said enthusiastically to Booldastan, who unexpectedly took out a photo: "May I ask, is this a tank exported by your company?"

Qin Yang took it over and saw the desert yellow painted Type 69 tank, he immediately understood, his speculation had some deviations!

Director Dong's face changed slightly.

What does the other party mean? Could they be here to protest? Protesting that we exported Type 69 tanks to Iraq?

During the war between these two countries, many countries refused to provide weapons to the warring parties, which is equivalent to handing knives to those who are fighting! However, the East is undergoing economic reforms, and a large number of military factories are facing difficulties in transitioning. If they don't seize this opportunity, they may starve to death! Selling weapons is a must, and it must be a big sale.

How will Director Qin respond?

Nie Xiaoqian was also a little anxious, but now she is in the role of a secretary and can't interrupt.

"That's right, it is a tank exported by our Fangbei Company. At the end of last year, we exported one hundred vehicles to Jordan, what's wrong?" Qin Yang generously admitted!

Nie Xiaoqian immediately reacted: That's right, why are we anxious? Anyway, those tanks were not directly exported to Iraq, but through a third party. Even if we knew the destination when exporting, there is no problem on paper!

Protesting is useless at all.

"Since they don't play fair, then don't blame us for being impolite," Qin Yang said, "We can't possibly take back the tanks we have already exported, but we can export a batch of the same tanks to you! Please rest assured, our friendly relationship with your country will definitely not be affected by this matter!"

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes lit up, good, this has been coaxed into selling tanks?