Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The Spring Festival of '82 came exceptionally early; January 24th was New Year's Eve. Seeing the day approaching, Qin Yang, who had been busy for a whole year, naturally wanted to celebrate the New Year properly.

January 17th, the Minor New Year in the North, was filled with the crackling sound of firecrackers, the first salvo of the New Year.

Qin Yang flipped through the calendar and looked at Nie Xiaoqian: "Xiaoqian, how about we spend this New Year traveling? We can drive our RV from the capital, stopping along the way to see the scenery of different places, and head south to Hainan for the New Year. What do you think?"

Before Nie Xiaoqian could answer, Director Dong interrupted, "President Qin, that's absolutely impossible. Society has been unstable these past few years. Traveling all that way, I'm afraid there will be all kinds of accidents. Be careful of a tiger falling into the plains."

In previous years, the public security in the country was still good. After all, everyone stayed on their own patch of land, and you even needed a letter of introduction from the village chief to go out on business.

After the reform, the mobility of people became greater and greater, and the number of unemployed youth also increased, so social security was constantly deteriorating. Qin Yang and the others were in the capital, under the Emperor's feet, so of course, nothing major would happen, but it was different outside.

Qin Yang frowned. Indeed, there were quite a few highwaymen and bandits this year. It seemed a bit naive to want to drive all the way to Hainan. What to do?

"How about I mount a machine gun on the RV?"

Director Dong shook his head even more vehemently: "President Qin, what are you trying to do? Encounter highwaymen and bandits and just shoot them all? Their crimes don't warrant death, and you don't have the right to do that. Don't cause us trouble."

"Yang-ge, I know what you mean. Anyway, we're going to Europe after the New Year, so let's just treat it as a vacation. For now, let's stay put in the capital. Oh, right, if you're free this year, come to my house to pay New Year's greetings on the second day of the Lunar New Year."

The second day of the Lunar New Year is the day when a son-in-law takes his wife back to her parents' home, so Nie Xiaoqian's choice of this day was of course purposeful.

Qin Yang nodded, and suddenly the image of the one-eyed dragon turtle appeared in his mind. It felt like only yesterday when he forced the issue wearing body armor. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

What should I bring this New Year? It must be something that, like last time, can demonstrate the technology of this military industry expert!

A tandem-charge single-soldier rocket launcher? A special operations rotorcraft? Or perhaps a smart landmine or something?

Just as Qin Yang was thinking, the phone rang.

Nie Xiaoqian picked up the phone, and her expression quickly became serious after hearing what was said: "Okay, I understand. I will report this matter to President Qin."

"What's wrong?"

"Something unexpected happened at Factory Three. They sent a telegram hoping to send someone over to deal with it. The telegram didn't say what the specific situation is."

After Factory 5713 was merged, it became the Third Factory of the Capital Agricultural Tool Factory. Qin Yang had already completely handed it over to Zhang He to lead, but Zhang He was, after all, focused on technology, and he was not suitable for solving other problems.

Something happened? What could happen that I couldn't solve? Qin Yang suddenly became excited. This was a good opportunity for a trip. If he couldn't go to Hainan, he could go to Hubei to take a look.

"Xiaoqian, how about we go take a look together?"

"President Qin, you mustn't…"

"Then let's call Lin-ge and Xiaofang and go together. Oh, right, buy a few plane tickets."

For a large, reputable company like Fangbei, buying plane tickets was of course a piece of cake, but there were no tickets for that day; the flights had already taken off. The next morning, the group went straight to Factory 5713 in Hubei.

"Today is the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the Minor New Year in the South. We Northerners like to set off firecrackers, while Southerners like to make New Year's cake. Later, let's go to the cafeteria to eat New Year's cake." Looking at the factory in front of them, Qin Yang said to the others.

Among the group, Wang Fang was taking a plane for the first time, and she was extremely happy. She looked left and right, full of curiosity.

"Huh, it looks like there's a crowd of people over there?" Wang Fang pointed to a small building inside.

"Damn it, they're not satisfied even after becoming employees of my Factory 960? I'll teach you a lesson!" Qin Yang strode in.

"We've long heard that Factory 960 is the strongest enterprise in the system, taking all the fat from the ground weapons system and becoming incredibly rich!"

"That's right, Zhang-gong, so the overall relocation of our factory is nothing to Factory 960. It won't cost much."

"That's right, we've been in this mountain valley long enough. Who doesn't want to go to a big city now?"

"I heard that Factory 960 is responsible for its own profits and losses. We suddenly took off our military uniforms and became subordinates of Factory 960 without any psychological preparation. We used to have iron rice bowls, but what about now? We're just after the identity of a worker in the capital. Zhang-gong, can we move or not? Give us a definite answer!"

"Everyone, our mission is to manufacture the WS-10 turbofan engine. This is the sacred mission entrusted to us by history!" Surrounded by this group of people, Zhang He had a headache: "Now, we are proud of this mission!"

"Zhang-gong, stop trying to fool people with that. Say something practical!"

"You're not satisfied even after your salaries have been doubled?" Just then, a voice came from behind: "Your income already exceeds 90% of the people in the country. Are you still nostalgic for the iron rice bowl of the past? Fine, if anyone wants to leave, then leave now. I'll give you an extra month's salary, and I'll also contact the Air Force to transfer you to other repair factories so you can continue to hold your iron rice bowls!"

Hearing this, everyone turned around. Zhang He looked over and saw Qin Yang, very surprised: "President Qin, why are you here?"

The telegram was sent by Sun Zhichao, the old factory director of Factory 5713. Recently, he had heard some rumors and vaguely sensed that there might be an accident in the factory, so he quickly sent a telegram back to the capital to report. However, since this factory had been given to Factory 960, it was inconvenient for the Air Force to come forward, so they called Qin Yang.

Zhang He felt complicated. President Qin entrusted such an important matter to him, but he didn't handle it well, and he even had to trouble President Qin to travel thousands of miles during the New Year. He felt very guilty.

"Zhang-gong, I asked you to come here to be responsible for technology. You don't need to come forward for this kind of thing. You should go back and focus on technology."

"President Qin…"

"That's right, we request that the factory be relocated to the capital!" Liu Xuehui, who was thin, echoed.

"Relocate? Relocate what? Wouldn't it be better for our Factory 960 to directly build an engine factory in the capital? Offer double the salary, and there will be plenty of people who come!" Qin Yang glanced at the crowd: "Let me tell you, Factory 5713 becoming a subordinate of our Factory 960 is not our Factory 960 begging the Air Force, it's the Air Force begging us! Now, there's no way we're relocating. Either do it, or get the hell out of here!"

Qin Yang's fierce gaze swept over each and every person.