Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"President Qin, our Factory 626 is requesting an order for 20,000 Type 56 assault rifles, the quoted price is…"

"President Qin, we…"

"There are too many of you talking at once. Here's what we'll do: each factory will write down the quantity of orders they want to produce and their quoted price on a piece of paper. After leaving the note, you can leave."

Qin Yang said, "The timeframe is three months. If you can't produce them, not only will you not make any money, but you'll also have to compensate our Fangbei Company for the losses."

"President Qin, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" someone stammered.

"What, are you afraid of our black-box operations?"

Qin Yang said, "After we've made our selections, we'll publicly announce the list of successful bidding factories and their prices, so you'll all be convinced. Alright, those who agree with this plan should get started quickly. After writing, hand it over to Secretary Nie. If you don't agree, then please leave and don't disturb the normal operations of our Fangbei Company."

Leader Dong was called away by his superiors, and Qin Yang was sleeping soundly. Nie Xiaoqian felt like she was fighting a losing battle all alone. Now, Qin Yang easily solved the problem, and this plan is even better than holding a bidding meeting!

Holding a bidding meeting is a formal process, but it also has room for manipulation. The brother factories would quote a price, and then you'd lower your price, step by step, until a balance was reached. But now, everyone writes down their prices on paper. This way, if you want to get the order, you have to write down your bottom line!

Only then is it possible to win the bid; otherwise, someone else will snatch it away with a lower price.

Yang-ge is first-class when it comes to military industry, and he's even more adept at these kinds of commercial tactics, easily leading others by the nose.

"Come on, one piece of paper for each person. If you're afraid others will see, you can go outside to write. Just write it down within fifteen minutes."

Qin Yang said as he tore off Fangbei Company's special letterhead.

Everyone clamored and went outside, emptying the office.

"Yang-ge, I'm sorry, I…"

"You've already done very well. Now, take a rest. Do you want me to massage your forehead? Next, it's time to classify and summarize."

"No need, Yang-ge. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a cup of tea."

"No need, I'll just drink yours."

Qin Yang picked up Nie Xiaoqian's teacup and gulped it down.

The people in the office were leisurely, while the people outside the office were suffering. They took out the Hero brand pens stuck in their pockets and frowned at the letterhead, wondering how to write and how much to write.

However, some people quoted prices very quickly.

A few minutes later.

"President Qin, this is our Factory 5206's quotation."

A middle-aged man walked in with a folded piece of paper.

At this time, Qin Yang hadn't even started massaging Nie Xiaoqian's forehead yet, and this middle-aged man came in. He was a little curious: So fast, didn't you think about it?

"Of course, no problem. As long as this price can make a name for us. We'll take all of your order. You can go back and prepare to send those guns to our port."

"Yes, President Qin, thank you. I'll leave as soon as I get the contract."

"Contract? Are you afraid that Qin Yang won't keep his word? Fine, I'll write you a contract right now."

When Luo Jianshe came in, he happened to see the middle-aged man walking out with a contract and a bank check, and he frowned instantly.

Factory 5206 had already received the order! Why?

However, the words reached his lips, but Luo Jianshe swallowed them back. With President Qin's current prestige, it would be very unwise to rashly question him. Anyway, the list of winning bids will be announced in the end.

At that time, just see if Factory 5206 is on it. If President Qin really operates in the dark, then everyone will unite to oppose him. Since he said fair bidding, he can't cover the sky with one hand.

An hour later.

"Alright, the list has been sorted according to the bid prices from high to low. Everyone, please step back a little and wait until it's posted before you look. Also, this is confidential. If anyone dares to spread it, then don't even think about taking Fangbei Company's foreign trade orders in the future!"

"Our Factory 626 must have a share!"

"This is the last battle for our Third Front factory, we can't fail."

"Speaking of which, what's going on with Factory 5206? Could they have already won the bid?"

"Look, Factory 5206 is at the front!"

"That's right… thirty yuan? How is that possible! Two hundred and thirty yuan would be a loss!"

The first to be posted was the winning unit for the Type 56 assault rifle, after all, this required the largest quantity, and the time was only three months. Therefore, no factory could possibly take on an order of 100,000 units, even Factory 296, which had previously won an order for 50,000 units, only quoted 30,000 units this time, and the price was still 260 yuan.

The other factories quoted between one and two thousand units, or three to five thousand units. Looking at it this way, almost all the bidding units were on it! Moreover, the prices were all lower than 260 yuan. After all, they had already inquired about the price of Factory 296's first winning bid, and they couldn't be higher than that price, but they weren't much lower either, some were two or three yuan lower, and some were ten or eight yuan lower.

Everyone was on it, so naturally everyone was happy, but everyone collectively erupted with dissatisfaction towards Factory 5206, which ranked first.

Is there anyone so competitive? Thirty yuan, how are other factories supposed to survive?

"No, they absolutely cannot produce Type 56 assault rifles at such a cheap price!"

"That's right, I've heard that the qualification rate of Type 56 assault rifles in their factory is not high. Over the years, they must have accumulated tens of thousands of unqualified Type 56 assault rifles, right?"

When this sentence was said, everyone looked at the 10,000-unit order for Factory 5206 above and realized it.

Factory 5206 is a Third Front military factory that was established in the 1970s, located in Tianshui, Gansu, also known as Minshan Machinery Factory. After its completion, it first produced Type 63 submachine guns. In 1977, it received a complete set of data from Factory 626 and began producing Type 56-1 submachine guns. However, due to various reasons, the qualification rate of their submachine guns was not high. The troops would not want some of the unqualified guns, and it would be a waste to directly destroy them, so they were left in their factory.

Now, these Type 56 assault rifles at thirty yuan each must be this batch of unqualified products!

"President Qin, we export military industrial products, we have to sell the best products, mixing in waste products will ruin the reputation of our Eastern military industry!" Luo Jianshe couldn't help but say.

"How is that possible? In the hands of the users, as long as they can fire, they are good guns!" Qin Yang said, "What's wrong with a gun at thirty yuan a piece? Will it explode?"

Everyone shook their heads, of course not, those unqualified ones mainly had substandard accuracy, interchangeability, etc.

"But…"

"But what? Which of your factories has this kind of thirty-yuan-a-piece, our Fangbei Company will take them all!" Qin Yang said about the fake goods in a straightforward manner: "We are doing this to hand over more profits to the country and for the development of the country!"

Fangbei Company keeps 10%, this is a fixed ratio, and the domestic military factories' quotations are lower, the difference is directly handed over to the country, now that Qin Yang has said so, who dares to complain?