Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Speculation and profiteering was a charge filled with the characteristics of the times.

In the era of a planned economy, small vendors were not allowed to exist. Anyone who went from street to street doing business was considered to be engaging in speculation and profiteering. After entering the 1980s, the country implemented a dual-track system, with the planned economy and the market economy running in parallel, which created even more opportunities for speculation.

It wasn't until 1997 that this charge of speculation and profiteering was officially removed from the criminal law. Although the country is now pursuing reform and opening up, many strings are still tight.

These policemen received a report that someone was damaging streetlights. When they came over to take a look, they discovered it was actually speculation and profiteering. Of course, they wouldn't let such a crime go unpunished. It was also because Qin Yang and his group's business was too good, attracting a large crowd, that they didn't even notice the police officers arriving.

"Police officers, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Qin Yang quickly explained, "We are not those small vendors without work units. We are salesmen from the Capital Agricultural Tool Factory. These are our credentials."

Although Qin Yang was caught red-handed by the police officers this time, catching him off guard, he had made preparations in advance. Before coming out, he had specifically obtained credentials and letters of introduction from the factory!

Unlike those small vendors without formal employment, we are factory workers, we have secure jobs. How could we be engaging in speculation and profiteering?

"The Capital Agricultural Tool Factory makes agricultural tools. When did they start making air rifles?" Zhao Fang, the leading officer wearing a peaked cap, frowned as he looked at the credentials Qin Yang had taken out.

"The public name is the Capital Agricultural Tool Factory, but in reality, it's a third-line military factory. Our factory originally made Type 56 rifles. Now, isn't there a 'military-to-civilian' conversion project? Our factory started making air rifles. To open up sales channels, the factory sent us out to promote them," Qin Yang quickly explained.

Zhao Fang still frowned: "Your credentials are not a problem, but the target units on your letters of introduction are the People's Market and the Department Store, yet you are selling them privately here!"

The letters of introduction were to introduce Qin Yang and Zhang Chao's identities, and they had to have the intended recipient. The factory habitually used various levels of shopping malls as potential sales targets, and they didn't write them to individuals, after all, individuals wouldn't need letters of introduction.

Now, Zhao Fang was still somewhat suspicious.

"That's because when we passed by here, we happened to see someone playing with an air rifle, and we couldn't help but say a few words, which led to this," Qin Yang explained. "Everyone saw that our air rifles were of good quality, so they asked to buy them, and we couldn't refuse everyone's enthusiasm."

Needless to say, how much money could they make selling to shopping malls? Selling them separately like this was much more profitable. If Qin Yang went directly to the person in charge of the shopping mall to promote them, not to mention fifty yuan, he probably wouldn't even get twenty-five.

"Then how will you prove that these credentials are not forged, and that you are from a military factory?" Zhao Fang continued to ask.

"That's simple. Do you have any faulty guns in your police station that need repair? You can hand them over to us to repair. We'll use our skills to prove it," Qin Yang patted his chest and guaranteed.

Although they were both going to the police station, being invited to repair guns and being invited for tea were completely different.

Hearing Qin Yang's words, a young policeman behind Zhao Fang spoke up: "Team Leader Zhao, can you let them fix my Type 54? It's clearly aimed at the target, but every time I shoot, it's too low."

The Type 54 was very famous domestically. As the first standard pistol in the country, it was produced from the 1950s to the 1990s. Not only was it used as a standard pistol in the army, but it was also applied to other departments. The police system was equipped with a large number of Type 54s. Although there were also Type 64s and Type 77s later, they were not as widely used as the Type 54.

This pistol was originally a pistol with relatively high shooting accuracy, but in the hands of ordinary people, it was difficult to hit accurately. This was mainly due to the poor ergonomics. After all, the Type 54 pistol was designed for the body type of the Russians. The grip, which was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, was a bit too big for Chinese hands.

Experienced veterans can use the Type 54 pistol to achieve high accuracy, but it is difficult for ordinary people to do so. Shooting low is a common problem.

Hearing the young policeman's words, Qin Yang reached out his hand: "Bring it here and let me take a look!"

Zhang Chao wasn't afraid at all. He believed in Qin Yang's abilities. This kind of small matter was easy to deal with.

Zhao Fang nodded, so the young policeman took out the gun, removed the magazine, and handed it over.

Zhao Fang was still very vigilant, watching Qin Yang, afraid that Qin Yang would do something unexpected.

Qin Yang took it very skillfully, and then there was a rustling sound. In a few moments, he had disassembled the pistol.

An expert, definitely an expert! Looking at Qin Yang's movements, Zhao Fang knew that he was not ordinary. The veterans in the police station could also do it so skillfully, but the person in front of him was just a young man. Could it be that he started playing with guns when he was in his mother's womb?

After Qin Yang disassembled it, he picked up one of the springs, bent it forcefully, and then reassembled the gun with a rustling sound, taking only about a minute.

"Okay."

Okay?

"Okay," the young policeman nodded.

In this era, the management of firearms was not as strict as in later generations. Using one or two bullets to test the gun was nothing, and only by passing the test could it be proved that Qin Yang was indeed from a military factory. Although the disassembly and assembly were very skilled, it was not known whether it was repaired or not.

The young policeman installed the magazine, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the target, took a few deep breaths, and then pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and he strode over to look at the target of the air rifle. A hole had already appeared there, made by the 7.62mm pistol bullet, and it had even hit an eight!

The problem of shooting low was solved just like that?

"It's amazing. How did you do it? I just saw you bend the trigger spring. What's the principle?" The young policeman asked Qin Yang excitedly.

"The principle is very simple. The firing structure of the Type 54 pistol has defects, which means that the force to pull the trigger must be around 2.5 kilograms, which is 60% more than the American M1911 pistol." Qin Yang didn't mince words and simply explained the principle: "So, if you haven't been playing with guns for very long, you can't pull the trigger when pre-cocking, and when it comes to firing, you'll end up pulling the trigger violently, so the muzzle will naturally deviate downwards."

Zhao Fang nodded: "That's right, you're right. It seems that you are indeed from a military factory. Brother, come back to the police station with us."

Zhang Chao widened his eyes in surprise over there: "Hey, police officer, we have already proven our identity, why do you still want us to go to the police station?"

"To help us fix guns."