Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Guns are good!

This was the main point Qin Yang wanted to instill, and also his main purpose. After all, he came out to sell guns!

"Guns are good?" The parted-hair man looked at the gun in Qin Yang's hand and swallowed again: "Where is this gun made?"

"The Capital Agricultural Tool Factory!" Qin Yang said.

Capital Agricultural Tool Factory? Everyone opened their eyes wide: "An agricultural tool factory makes guns?"

"That's right, you wouldn't know, would you? Although it's called the Capital Agricultural Tool Factory, we haven't made a single hoe. We specialize in making guns! In previous years, the exported Type 56 semi-automatic rifles were all made by our Capital Agricultural Tool Factory."

"Yes, I know, it's in a mountain gully in a county under our Wucheng City." The Zhongshan suit man spoke: "But I haven't heard of them producing air guns. By the way, what brand is this air gun?"

Guns always need a catchy name to make them easier to sell. Although the factory hadn't named it yet, Qin Yang came up with one on the spot.

"Lion Brand Air Gun, just like a lion, the king of beasts, much better than others." Qin Yang said: "Our air gun is of absolute military quality. Does everyone know why it can still shoot accurately from fifty meters away?"

"Why?"

"Because we use the production line that produces the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, including the rifling inside the barrel, which is military grade!" Qin Yang said: "Other air guns are civilian products from small factories, and they can't compare with our air guns at all. Brother, would you like to try it? With my gun, you can also hit the street lamp."

The parted-hair man was tempted: "Okay, then I'll try."

"Here you go." Qin Yang generously handed the gun over. The parted-hair man imitated Qin Yang's actions, loaded the bullet, and then skillfully used his previous posture to shoot.

"Bang!" The recoil from the butt of the gun caught the parted-hair man off guard, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Ouch, why is the recoil so strong?"

"That's for sure, we have a special air compression lever, the pressure inside is high, so the recoil is naturally strong. Look, did you hit it?"

"I hit it, the light bulb is broken!" The parted-hair man was very excited: "This air gun is really good, are you selling it?"

"Good guns are of course expensive, we don't like cheap stuff. Tell me, how much?" The parted-hair man patted his chest: "We're not short of money!"

"Since we met today, then we have a connection. Since you like my gun, then I won't say anything else. The factory's original price was sixty, but today I'll sell it for fifty-one, the same price as delivering it to the department store."

Fifty yuan!

Due to the reform and opening up, the wage levels in the 1980s had undergone great changes. In the early 1980s, the monthly salary of ordinary workers was only thirty to forty yuan, and a deputy county magistrate or deputy regimental level cadre's salary was only a little over one hundred yuan a month. By the end of the 1980s, the average salary was already several hundred yuan, and if you were self-employed, your income might even be over a thousand.

Now, Qin Yang directly asked for fifty yuan for an air gun, which was definitely not cheap. In this era, air guns only cost thirty to forty yuan, and by the end of the 1980s, they only cost eighty to ninety yuan.

Zhang Chao, who had already run back, was also excited. Yangzi was really awesome! The wholesale price from the factory was twenty-five yuan, and he sold it here for fifty, earning twenty-five yuan for one gun. If they sold all forty guns they brought out, wouldn't they earn a thousand yuan?

One trip was equivalent to his father's salary for one or two years! After ten trips, the small goal of becoming a ten-thousand-yuan household would be achieved!

This time, the parted-hair man frowned. Even if it sold for forty yuan, he could grit his teeth and buy it, but fifty yuan! Was it a bit too expensive?

"You should have thrown away that broken gun in your hand a long time ago. It's not accurate even from twenty meters away, it's not as good as a fire poker. As an excellent shooter, how can you not have a good gun?" Qin Yang said: "Anyway, you're not short of money, if you want to buy, you have to buy a good gun. Whether you're competing with others in the future or hunting in the mountains, you can't do without a good gun! Brother, think about it, isn't it extremely satisfying to blow up a street lamp with one shot from fifty meters away?"

The parted-hair man finally nodded: "That's right, I should buy a good gun, but I don't have that much money in my pocket, can you wait for me to go home and get it?"

In this era, carrying a few cents in your pocket was already considered rich, and very few people could take out dozens of yuan.

"Okay." Qin Yang nodded: "There aren't many guns in my bike basket, go and come back quickly, if you're slow, someone else might buy them."

Just then, the caw of a crow rang out in the sky.

Qin Yang quickly pumped the air compression lever, loaded the bullet, and then raised his hand to aim at the sky.

Bang!

With the sound of the gun, the crow fell from the sky.

Looking at the poor bird that fell down, the parted-hair man swallowed: "You must wait for me!"

"I want to buy one." The Zhongshan suit man who had just dissuaded Qin Yang spoke.

Shooting an apple on someone's head, shooting light bulbs, these are all stationary targets. Shooting a crow flying in the sky, that's real skill. The shooter's technique must be superb, and the gun must also be a good one.

Since the Zhongshan suit man was here to watch, he was of course also a shooting enthusiast. He originally only planned to be an audience, but now he finally couldn't help it and decided to buy one to enjoy.

"Chaozi, what are you doing standing there, hurry up and get the gun!"

Hearing Qin Yang's call, Zhang Chao realized and quickly ran to the bicycle to pull out a gun from the straw.

"I want one too!" Another onlooker spoke.

As long as someone buys the first one, everyone will agree that a good gun should be sold at a high price! Isn't it just a dozen yuan more expensive than other ordinary air guns? Military quality, definitely worth it! You have to buy one, so you don't miss the opportunity later.

So, more people came up.

By the time the parted-hair man came back with the money, Qin Yang had already sold more than twenty air guns.

"Give me five!" The parted-hair man said: "My brothers also want them!"

"Okay, no problem, Chaozi, get five guns."

"This business is not bad." Just as Qin Yang was counting the money, a voice came from the side.

"That's for sure, our air guns are of the best quality. Once this opportunity is gone, it will never come again. Do you want to buy one?" Qin Yang said as he looked up, and when he saw the person who greeted him, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

White shirt, red collar badge, white peaked cap, the police uncle is here?

"We received a report from the public saying that someone was destroying street lamps here, so we came to take a look. We didn't expect to catch you engaging in speculation and profiteering. Let's go, go to the bureau and confess your crimes!"

When he said the last sentence, the other party's tone became serious.

The onlookers had already dispersed, and those who bought guns slipped away even faster.

The parted-hair man ran away the fastest.