Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Three days later.

"Director Qin, all the drawings have been filmed and made into film rolls, packed in four suitcases, and the samples are also inside," Brassi said to Qin Yang, "Next, it's up to you to figure out how to take these film rolls away."

"Four suitcases of film rolls?" Qin Yang was also taken aback.

"Yes, it would be too slow to copy the drawings directly, taking pictures is faster." Brassi picked up a film roll, "This is the catalog index of the data and the most critical technical information."

Qin Yang then realized that he had originally wanted to store the data on a USB drive or something similar to take away, but this was only the early 1980s, and all the data and drawings were hand-drawn, so the quantity would naturally be very large. Back when the Israelis stole the Mirage fighter jet data, there were more than 200,000 drawings, weighing several tons, which was completely a physical job for the Mossad agents.

Now it's just a small anti-aircraft missile data, the filmed film rolls are placed in four suitcases, which is already quite a lot.

Qin Yang took the film roll and put it in his pocket, "I just think four suitcases might be a little too few?"

"Please rest assured, we guarantee complete filming, we are very skilled in using the camera, there will be no blurry negatives!" Brassi said, "After all, this is just a small business, our anti-aircraft radar technology is the big business, we look forward to the next cooperation."

"Well, I think I need a yacht," Qin Yang said, "Coming to Italy for a honeymoon, how can I not go to the Mediterranean to enjoy the sea view?"

Yacht?

Schiavoni immediately understood, "Director Qin, if you want a yacht, I can help you contact one. I met a naval officer during my work in civil aviation, his name is Giuseppe Balestrieri, working in the Italian Navy Public Relations Office, with rich connections and channels…"

Hearing this name, Qin Yang immediately felt the sweat on his back rushing out. You guy, open your eyes and see what he does! You're still looking for him, isn't that like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth? Do you know how I know about your affairs? It's because you looked for this friend to sell the stolen goods, and then this friend sent you directly to prison.

It doesn't matter if you go in, but don't implicate me.

"My wife is going out to sea to see the scenery of the Mediterranean, we can go through formal channels, you didn't look for him because of our business, right?"

"Of course not, the fewer people who know about our business, the better."

I can't continue to rely on this guy, he's too unreliable! Qin Yang's mind was racing, and then he came up with an idea, "Before dark today, send these four suitcases to Naples, we'll trade there."

Naples?

Schiavoni and Brassi both changed their expressions, "Director Qin, it's more chaotic there, what if the suitcases are robbed by the Mafia?"

"What's there to be afraid of the Mafia?" Qin Yang said, "Naples isn't just the Mafia, there's also the Camorra, don't forget what our Fangbei Company does, if anyone dares to rob our things, then I'll sell heavy machine guns to their opponents."

The two trembled in their hearts, the person in front of them was not a harmless little sheep, he was an arms dealer! Which arms dealer's hands are not stained with blood? Even the gangsters have to be well-behaved in front of them.

"Okay."

After separating from the two, Qin Yang immediately made arrangements, "Xiao Qian, tell Old Lin, we need his help…"

As the sun set, a Fiat 850 drove to Naples. Looking at the city in the afterglow of the sunset, Schiavoni felt his calf cramping and was unwilling to drive forward.

That red sunset was like blood. Naples, a city full of sin!

The car slowly slid to the side of the road, and just as it was about to stop, several exaggerated motorcycles roared from behind, the noise from the exhaust pipes made people feel uncomfortable. Schiavoni glanced at the rearview mirror, the tall handlebars, the big men in leather vests revealing the tattoo patterns on their arms, and some people even had the grip of a pistol vaguely visible on their waists.

The Mafia? The Camorra? Or the Triads? Shouldn't they be wearing suits and leather shoes?

Brassi's face was also very ugly, he silently prayed, hoping that these plagues could pass by quickly, but who would have thought that when these motorcycles drove next to them, there was a sharp braking sound.

"Everyone, we are…" Schiavoni hesitated to speak, but before he could finish, the other party had already opened the trunk with a crash.

"No, those are our luggage…" Brassi hadn't finished speaking when he saw the other party's fierce face, his heart trembled, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Anyway, Director Qin promised that if the boxes were robbed, he would take care of it, but, this hasn't even entered Naples yet, does it count?

At this moment, the other party threw a newspaper package into the car.

"Here is 100 million lire, your reward."

The largest denomination, 100,000 lire! One hundred bills per bundle is ten million, ten bundles is one hundred million!

The denomination of Italian currency is very large. Before the 1960s, the largest denomination was 10,000 lire. Later, due to inflation, they began to issue 50,000 lire and 100,000 lire currencies. By 1997, 100,000 lire was not enough, and they continued to issue 500,000 lire. If it weren't for the later adoption of the Euro, it is estimated that the denomination of Italian currency would have caught up with the Zimbabwean dollar.

Looking at the little mustache on it, Brassi excitedly kissed it, Caravaggio, I love you!

Italy has a long history of art and has produced a large number of artists. As the representative painter of Baroque realism, Caravaggio is even more of a genius of light and shadow, opening up a new feeling for the use of light for later generations. His artistic achievements are worthy of the Italian people commemorating him with 100,000 lire banknotes. It is even more worthy of countless Italians kissing him.

What about Director Qin?

Presumably, he took advantage of the night to go out to sea?

Of course not!

In the darkness, an inconspicuous Volkswagen van left Naples and headed north to Prato. Here, the four suitcases were put down, mixed in with a pile of textiles, and loaded into containers for easy customs clearance.

At the same time, in the middle of the night, a passenger plane left Rome Airport and flew to the East.

Coming in with a swagger, but always feeling like running away with their heads in their hands when returning. After getting off the plane, everyone was carrying Maotai liquor issued on the plane, feeling like they were dreaming.

"We have people in Chinatown in Prato, absolutely reliable," Director Dong said, "This trick of shedding the cicada's skin is well played, I also got a little excited."

Naples is south of Rome, and Prato is north of Rome, going around in a big circle. Qin Yang didn't directly ask Schiavoni to send the things to Prato, because he was afraid of implicating the compatriots there. After years of hard work, they finally settled down in Italy and had their own industries, so of course they couldn't let them be affected. Even if the worst happens in the future, the Italians can only investigate the Mafia.

As for those Mafiosi, they are of course fake.

"Those things will arrive in a month or two after crossing the ocean, Director Qin, is this project still your 960 factory's own project?" Old Lin asked.

"Of course, the airborne radar is ours, and the missiles are also ours, making it convenient to match." Qin Yang said, "Next time we encounter a MiG-25, how can we fool the Mirage 2000 to be free labor again?"

"Director Qin, you're finally back, the French are blocking the door every day, wanting to settle accounts with you." Zhang Chao, who came to pick up the plane, looked worried.