Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The next day, early morning, Capital Railway Station.

"Section Chief Liu, you've finally arrived! Where's Factory Director Wang?" Nie Yufeng had been eagerly waiting on the platform, and when he finally saw the train arrive and Section Chief Liu Qing from the sales department of Factory 617 step out, he immediately asked anxiously.

"Don't even mention it. At Zhangjiakou Station, Factory Director Wang went down to have a cigarette and missed the train! He'll have to take the next one. I'm here to prepare the way," Liu Qing replied. "Why are you so anxious?"

Could there be a problem with this contract?

The Iranians were about to place an order for an initial batch of two hundred vehicles, which would be a huge deal for Factory 617. After the Iranians gave the go-ahead, Wang Lin brought Liu Qing from the grasslands to the capital to sign the contract and bring the deposit back to start production as soon as possible.

"Section Chief Liu, something's fishy about this deal," Nie Yufeng said. "We're only getting 500,000 this time, which is a bit of a loss."

"A loss? What loss?" Liu Qing rolled her eyes at him. "Old Nie, you need to learn to be content! We export tanks to Iraq for 500,000 US dollars. Exporting to Iran doesn't even require installing a gun barrel, saving us the cost of purchasing gun barrels from Factory 447, yet the price remains the same. It's already a bonus for us. Would we even have this opportunity without General Manager Qin?"

"Of course, I know that without General Manager Qin, we wouldn't be able to export our factory's products. But, Section Chief Liu, the selling price of a single tank is 1.1 million US dollars, and that's the FOB price. Our Factory 617 only gets 500,000, with 600,000 going to Factory 960 for the modification costs, and Fangbei Company's commission is also based on that ratio. The money we earn from manufacturing the entire tank isn't even as much as Factory 960's modification fees. Isn't that a bit unreasonable? Our factory, from top to bottom, relies on military sales!"

Nie Yufeng frowned slightly. What they were doing was like stabbing General Manager Qin in the back. Would General Manager Qin retaliate?

He felt uneasy.

Capital, an office in a certain government agency.

"Leader Fang, the main body of the 69 tank is produced by us. Factory 960 only modified it a bit, and they want the lion's share. We're not convinced. They're bullying us too much!" Liu Qing began to complain.

Hearing Liu Qing's complaints, Leader Fang frowned. "Compared to last year's project, you don't have to install gun barrels, and you still get 500,000. Isn't that already very good?"

"Leader Fang, you can't say that. There's a saying, 'People are not concerned about scarcity but about inequality.' In the past, our factory directly produced tanks for customers. Now, our factory produces tanks without gun barrels for Factory 960, and they just modify them, but their profits are higher than ours. Is that fair?"

Leader Fang smiled. "Section Chief Liu, your way of thinking hasn't changed yet. The era of 'People are not concerned about scarcity but about inequality' is long gone. Now, our country encourages some people to get rich first and encourages competition. If Factory 960 has the ability, then they can earn big money. Others shouldn't be envious."

"Leader Fang, if Factory 960 really had the ability, we wouldn't say anything. But now, Qin Yang is both the manager of Fangbei Company and the director of Factory 960. So, he's using his position as manager of Fangbei Company to get benefits for Factory 960! They get the tank modification and the shells. This one deal is enough for them to be rolling in money. We're not convinced!"

"Where's your Factory Director Wang? Where is he? What's his attitude?" Leader Fang's expression gradually became serious.

"Factory Director Wang hasn't arrived yet, but if he heard this, he would definitely be angry too."

"Then we'll talk about it when your factory director arrives. Until he arrives, keep your complaints to yourselves for now," Leader Fang said. "I have a meeting in a while. You can go back first."

Coming out of Leader Fang's office, Liu Qing's face was full of anger. "Humph, I really don't know how Qin Yang did it, giving Leader Fang some kind of magic potion that made him speak up for them!"

"Maybe we should just forget about it?" Nie Yufeng said. He was originally just a technician, and he didn't expect a few extra words to stir up such a storm. Now he was indeed a little scared.

"Humph, we can't just let it go like this. We'll go find Old Huang, go find the leaders of the Armored Forces General Bureau. I don't believe Qin Yang can cover the sky with one hand."

"Section Chief Liu, don't get excited. Let's wait for the factory director to arrive before we talk," Nie Yufeng said.

"There's no time to wait. This is for the benefit of our factory. Even if the factory director blames me afterwards, I won't regret it!" Liu Qing said righteously.

This was his chance! To seek benefits for the employees of Factory 617 and gain the gratitude of all the factory's employees. Maybe he would have a chance to become the factory director in the future.

"If you're afraid, then forget it. I'll go alone," Liu Qing said.

Fangbei Company Headquarters.

Qin Yang sat leisurely in his chair, watching Nie Xiaoqian working at her desk. Sure enough, a woman at work is the most adorable.

"Really, it's already time, and the leaders from Factory 617 still haven't arrived. We were planning to complete the handover procedures as soon as possible," Nie Xiaoqian raised her head, glanced at the clock on the wall, and couldn't help but complain.

"Don't worry, we'll deduct their money if they don't complete the task on time! Xiaoqian, what do you want to eat for lunch today? How about I take you to eat fried liver with Pian Kuai Zi?"

As he spoke, the phone rang. Qin Yang casually picked it up. "Hello? What? Who said that? Okay, if that's the case, then I quit!"

Nie Xiaoqian's face changed immediately.