Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"Xiao Qian, shouldn't you go back and rest?" Qin Yang looked at Nie Xiaoqian, who was following him. "Girls need enough sleep, or it will affect their skin."

"What girls? Brother Yang, don't look down on me. I'm already an adult," Nie Xiaoqian said. "Besides, I've already slept for a few hours on your bed, and now I'm full of energy."

In Qin Yang's world, women in their forties and fifties still constantly referred to themselves as 'girls,' seemingly forever in their youthful prime, ageless goddesses. But in the 1980s, real girls never acted coyly, only wanting to grow up.

"What? Teacher Nie, you were on Yangzi's bed..." Just then, a surprised voice came from the side. Qin Yang turned his head and saw Zhang Chao covering his mouth, not finishing his sentence.

"Chaozi, don't be so easily startled. Go mind your own business," Qin Yang glared at Zhang Chao.

"Okay," Zhang Chao left.

"Xiao Qian, let's go. I'll take you to make artillery shells."

Nie Xiaoqian's face was a little red, and she obediently followed Qin Yang to the ammunition workshop.

The ammunition workshop was originally the Capital's Second Agricultural Tool Factory. This factory had now been merged into Factory One, but no one complained. They were very poor in the mountains back then, but now production was busy, and everything was thriving!

"Yangzi... Director Qin, you're here?" Seeing Qin Yang arrive, Zhang Guangming, who was in charge of production, immediately greeted him. "You haven't been to our ammunition workshop for a long time. Do you have any tasks?"

"Yes, a small matter. I need to produce a special shell, but seeing how busy you are..."

"No matter how busy we are, your matter is more important. Master Wang..." Zhang Guangming immediately went to find the experienced master in the workshop.

"No need. The master has other things to do. Just find me a young one," Qin Yang said, pointing to a young man working in front of a machine tool. "Let's go with him!"

"Okay, Xiao Tang, stop what you're doing and help Director Qin!" Zhang Guangming called out.

Xiao Tang?

Looking at the young man turning his head, his appearance seemed familiar. Qin Yang was stunned. "Tang Yuchun?"

"Yes, it's me, Director Qin," Tang Yuchun said. "What do you need machined? Can you wait until I finish my work?"

This kid used to be a lazybones. After entering the military factory, he thought he had a secure job and idled around all day. He even often went to the staff hospital to try and pick up girls. Who would have thought he would become so diligent?

"You've made a lot of progress. When did you become so capable?"

"I want to get an apartment. The more I work, the higher my performance score, and the sooner I can get one," Tang Yuchun said. "By the way, Director Zhang, how will today's performance be calculated?"

Qin Yang was very satisfied. Except for lazy people, who would miss the days of the communal pot!

"If you work with Director Qin, of course, it's full attendance," Zhang Guangming nodded.

"Okay, Director Qin, what do you need machined?" Tang Yuchun asked.

"Finish the work at hand first. I'll draw the design, and then you can machine a shell warhead for me. Let me say first, the machining error cannot exceed 1 millimeter. If it does, you can continue with your work, and you can solve the wasted time yourself."

"Director Qin, you're underestimating me. I can do 0.1 millimeters, let alone 1 millimeter!"

Nie Xiaoqian had been watching from the side. She already knew that Qin Yang didn't have time to prepare in advance. Was he just starting work directly and then handing it over to Ha Yiji to muddle through? No, like his treatment of the Americans today, it seemed perfunctory, but it was actually the most appropriate solution!

Nie Xiaoqian was full of anticipation.

The shell warhead was made of special shell steel, D55 and D60 are available in China. Since the ammunition workshop occasionally processed shells, they also had some in stock.

After Tang Yuchun finished his work, he fixed the shell steel blank on the fixture and prepared. Qin Yang had already drawn the design.

The front was thin, and the back was also thin, just like a jujube pit. Moreover, the thickest part was 145 millimeters, which made Tang Yuchun a little curious: "Director Qin, what kind of gun is this for? It seems that we don't have this caliber in China. Did you write it wrong? If it's 150 millimeters caliber, plus a 2-millimeter copper driving band, it would be just right for our 152-millimeter gun!"

"No, it's 145 millimeters. The data is correct. Just machine it well!"

While Tang Yuchun was machining the parts, Qin Yang was not idle either. He started machining four small things. He did it very carefully, purely by hand, using a file little by little.

"Brother Yang, what is this?" Nie Xiaoqian asked curiously.

"Centering blocks, the key to making the shell fly far and accurately," Qin Yang said. "This thing requires precise machining with a CNC machine tool, but fortunately, my hands are more powerful than CNC machine tools."

Was he boasting?

Director Qin wanted money, so they had to give it. After all, this was a normal business, and their Ha Yiji could afford the money. The only problem was that they couldn't go back to the factory to get the money now.

There was no advanced information technology now, where you could just operate a few times on your mobile phone to transfer money.

However, people of this era naturally had the methods of people of this era, relying on friends when going out.

Wang Liqun opened his mouth: "You just said that Director Qin wants to develop a brand-new shell to increase the range of our 152-millimeter howitzer by another five kilometers?"

Wang Liqun was most concerned about technology. He had been working on ammunition for half his life, but he couldn't compare to a younger generation. How to increase the range of a 17-kilometer howitzer to 23 kilometers? This was equivalent to an increase of nearly one-third!

"Director Qin said so, but we have to get the shell and test fire it before we know,"

"Since Director Qin said it, then it should be possible. Director Qin is really capable!" Just as Wang Liqun finished speaking, a voice came from outside: "We can give you this money, but there has to be a condition."

"Who is this?" Xu Jianshe didn't recognize him.

"Old Wei? Why are you here? Director Xu, let me introduce you. Director Wei, a domestic ammunition expert," Wang Liqun introduced.

Xu Jianshe looked at Wei Man: "Director Wei, what are your conditions?"

"After you get the shell, don't rush back. Let us take a look and figure out the tricks on it," Wei Man said.

Xu Jianshe breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, there's no problem. We will pay back the money, and we can also let you see the shell. As soon as we get the money, we will immediately go to Factory 960 to get the shell. Will you come with us?"

Wang Liqun looked at Wei Man suspiciously. Did this old friend have other ideas?

"No need. There was a small misunderstanding in the past, so let's not join in the fun."