Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

But Nie Xiaoqian turned her head away, not letting Qin Yang touch her forehead.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yang was even more puzzled. The atmosphere was clearly building up nicely. After touching her forehead, he could touch her face, and maybe even steal a kiss. Anyway, she wasn't even nineteen yet, so there was no rush to get married. Qin Yang had plenty of time to court Nie Xiaoqian, and besides, this feeling was much better. Once you got married and became familiar, there would be no more romantic moments under the moon.

"What's wrong? What did you just say?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Qin Yang with displeasure. "You actually want to hang a… on the turret? How could you say such a thing? Vulgar, vulgar!"

"A turret bra, what's wrong with that?" Qin Yang repeated the sentence, and then realized, "I say, Xiaoqian, what kind of picture is in your head right now? Is it a sexy bra with sponge padding, hanging on the turret?"

"You, you really are vulgar, saying things like that. I'm never talking to you again. I'm not going to be a secretary at Fangbei Company anymore. I'm quitting tomorrow!"

"Haha…" Qin Yang burst into hearty laughter, which made Nie Xiaoqian even more annoyed. "Hey, what are you laughing at? Is it that funny?"

"I, let me laugh for a while longer…" A picture flashed in Qin Yang's mind: a Type 69 tank raising its gun high, speeding forward, with a pink bra fluttering in the wind on the turret… No, a black bra, black is sexier. Thinking of these things, he couldn't help but bend over, clutching his stomach. No, laughing any more would give him a stitch!

In this era, rural women, like men, wore undershirts directly inside their clothes. Only city girls wore bras, and although the styles were old-fashioned, at least they knew what a bra was.

A more civilized term was "wenxiong" (soft bra), and the term "xiong zhao" (breast cover) was only used among women. The term "nai zhao" (milk cover/bra) was very suggestive, easily making people think of full breasts. Qin Yang kept saying "nai zhao," so how could Nie Xiaoqian not be annoyed?

Qin Yang's current appearance made Nie Xiaoqian feel both angry, ashamed, and puzzled. 'You, you dirty rogue, using ham and eggs to make that kind of figure when Wang Fang got married before the New Year, and now you're talking about bras, what good could possibly come of it? How could I have been so blind to fall for you?'

"You'll know when I've finished modifying the tank," Qin Yang said, standing up after laughing enough. "Next, let's talk about what you gained from this trip. Did you complete all the tasks?"

"I've handed everything over to Engineer Zhang and Engineer Xu. You can go find them to arrange the next steps." Nie Xiaoqian turned her head and strode towards her room. After a few steps, she turned her head and glanced at Qin Yang again: "Don't you dare follow me!"

Watching her leaving figure, Qin Yang couldn't help but sigh: 'Hmph, it's just a bra. If you want one, I'll buy you the most popular bullet bra. It's a pity it's only a 34C, maybe it'll become a 36D if you take care of it.'

Qin Yang turned to the other side and went to the office. Director Dong was already inside, turning on the lights.

"Director Qin, you just promised to equip the Iranians with 105mm guns. Is that appropriate?" Director Dong said when he saw Qin Yang enter.

"Why isn't it appropriate?" Qin Yang asked. "What are you afraid of?"

"You've been in contact with the tank industry for quite some time now. You should know that when we imported the L7 tank gun technology from Britain, the agreement stipulated that it could only be used domestically and not exported."

"Uncle Dong, is a white horse a horse?"

Director Dong was a little surprised. Why was Qin Yang suddenly asking him this question? Was it to change the subject?

"I don't think a white horse is a horse, and the lengthened L7 produced by our Factory 960 isn't an L7," Qin Yang said. "Besides, it was Factory 447 that imported the L7 technology, so there's no need to trouble them to wade into this muddy water. Factory 960 will take the blame."

Director Dong seemed to understand, and was a little speechless.

This Qin Yang was openly seeking benefits for Factory 960, but there was nothing to criticize.

The technical data for the L7 tank gun imported from Britain, and the equipment imported from Steyr-Daimler-Puch in Austria, were all given to Factory 447. Given the current relationship between the two factories, there was no way to expect Factory 447 to give these things to Factory 960, and with Qin Yang's pride, it was impossible for him to ask Factory 447 for them.

Now, the basic technology for the batch of tanks to be produced for Iran had been negotiated. Factory 617 only needed to provide the chassis and turret, and the tank gun and other modifications would be carried out at Factory 960. In this way, Factory 960's workload wasn't large, but it would get the lion's share of the money!

"Uncle Dong, please help coordinate a Type 69 tank from Factory 617. It needs to be quick. We promised the Iranians that the modifications would be completed in three days. Don't let them mess things up for us," Qin Yang said. "Their products don't need gun barrels, but we'll still give them 500,000 yuan per tank. Factory 960 will just take a small loss."

Take a small loss? Factory 617 produced more than ninety percent of the tank and got 500,000 yuan, while Factory 960 produced less than ten percent of the remainder and got 600,000 yuan! How were you taking a loss?

"Director Qin, aren't you afraid that others in the system will gossip about you doing this?" Director Dong sighed.

"What gossip? If anyone can produce a lengthened L7 and not be afraid of the British causing trouble, then they can come to Fangbei Company and apply for production! Do you think the people at Factory 447 have the guts?" Qin Yang said. "I don't believe it. Factory 617 got the advantage and still acts innocent. If they feel they're taking a loss, I'll go to First Tractor Works. If others are jealous, then they should produce the tanks!"

Factory 617 wasn't the only one that could produce tanks. There was also First Tractor Works. What was the difference between a Type 59 tank and a Type 69 tank? Who could tell the difference? When he said this, Qin Yang felt that cooperating with First Tractor Works would be less trouble.

"When these tanks are on the battlefield, what will the Iraqis say? Will your Saudi friends be angry?" Director Dong asked.

"Why would they be? The tanks they encounter aren't the original Type 69 tanks," Qin Yang said.

"Since you're so confident, then I won't say anything more," Director Dong said. "I'll go help coordinate a Type 69 tank."

"Yes, if they don't have any ready-made ones over there, it's okay to coordinate one from the military. Anyway, the military doesn't think much of that batch of Type 69 tanks and wants to replace them. We'll sell them and buy new ones from Factory 617 to give back to them."

Director Dong was speechless. You thought it was simple, but did you know what crime it was to operate in secret? You could end up eating peanuts in jail! (implying a severe punishment)

However, if the higher-level leaders agreed, it would be a good plan. As long as the Iranians couldn't tell that the tanks were second-hand, it would be even better to sell everything to the Iranians!