Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"Are there any female comrades in this dormitory building?" Lu Feng asked curiously, looking at the colorful clothes hanging on the dormitory building.

"We're at the Second Factory, just built, and the dormitory building isn't big enough yet, so it's mixed-gender for now. But it's fine, the male comrades live on the first and second floors, and the female comrades live on the third and fourth floors. Everyone can mind their own business," Zhang Chao said. "Go to the dormitory and tidy up first, and I'll take you to the cafeteria later."

"Section Chief Zhang, can you take me to the workshop first? Now that I'm here, I can't be idle. Even if Chief Qin doesn't have time to arrange research and development tasks, I have to start working."

"Well, you rest first, and I'll coordinate with the factory to see if there's any work I can arrange for you."

Zhang Chao took Lu Feng to the dormitory to rest, while he went straight to the garment workshop.

The sound of sewing machines was endless. Zhang Chao walked around before finding Wang Fang, who was operating a sewing machine.

"Xiao Fang, stop what you're doing, I need to discuss something with you."

"What is it?" Wang Fang looked up, looking at Zhang Chao's mysterious appearance.

"Yangzi has poached a welder from Factory 617, said to have great skills, and will be our factory's trump card in the future. We need to find a suitable female worker to be this welder's wife."

"What?" Wang Fang's eyes widened. "Now we advocate for free love, matchmakers are disappearing, and you want me to…"

She was too embarrassed to say the word 'pimp'.

"This welder is only temporarily transferred here. If he doesn't marry and have children here, will he stay here with peace of mind? Besides, all of you in the factory are female workers, and they have to get married and have children too. As a leader, how can you not care about the lives of your subordinates? Think about it, if Yangzi hadn't created so many opportunities for you, would you have married Brother Lin?"

Hearing Zhang Chao bring up old scores, Wang Fang was not polite: "Section Chief Zhang, you're not married yet. Do you want to find a female worker from here to be your wife? Tell me, who have you taken a fancy to?"

Zhang Chao blushed instantly.

Looking at his shy appearance, Wang Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the matter did need to be handled: "What are you planning to do specifically?"

"Do you have any welding work needed in your workshop?"

"How is that possible? This is a garment workshop, not a tank workshop."

Zhang Chao looked around, then picked up a brick from the corner of the wall and aimed it at the foot pedal of a sewing machine that no one was using.

Bang, bang, bang, crack!

The foot pedal was smashed, and the noise resounded throughout the factory.

A few minutes later.

The female worker Zhao Hong, returning from the toilet, looked at her sewing machine: "What's going on? Who broke my sewing machine?"

The whole place was silent. Everyone saw it, but who dared to speak?

"It's broken? It doesn't matter, I'll find someone to fix it right away!" Zhang Chao said, striding out.

Half an hour later.

Lu Feng came over carrying a small welding machine: "Where is help needed?"

"Here, here!" Zhao Hong greeted him: "The foot pedal of my sewing machine is broken!"

"Cast iron, this requires cast iron welding rods. Adjust the current to 130, not too much, otherwise it will all be honeycomb-shaped." Lu Feng's eyes were only on the welding work, and he didn't even look at the female worker much. He squatted down and started operating.

"I'll connect the circuit." Lu Feng took the welding machine's power cord to find a socket. Large three-phase welding machines require a special circuit, but this small welding machine can be directly connected to a socket.

Chī chī chī…

For this kind of small job, even a mask is not needed. After starting the arc, Lu Feng turned his head to the side, and his hands continued to move based on experience.

Sparks from the electric arc burst out. Zhao Hong watched from the side, wanting to get it fixed quickly so she could continue working. This was piecework, and the more she did, the more she earned.

"Okay." Lu Feng stood up, still holding the welding handle in his right hand: "Does anyone else need welding?"

"Ouch!" Just then, someone behind Zhao Hong bumped into her. She didn't react in time and bumped directly into Lu Feng…

Lu Feng quickly threw down the welding gun and hugged the female worker.

"Quick, quick, send Xiao Hong to the hospital!" Wang Fang was also dumbfounded. This could become a big deal.

Lu Feng picked up Xiao Hong and rushed out.

At the power source, Zhang Chao had already deftly unplugged the plug. It was okay for the welding machine to poke once, as long as it wasn't continuously powered. Now the two of them had an experience they would never forget in their lives. Normally, when falling in love, the woman electrifies the man, but now, the man electrifies the woman.

With Yangzi not here, he had to arrange these things properly. He absolutely couldn't let the scene of a large group of technical talents leaving happen again! Excellent technical personnel, not a single one could leave. If they wanted money, they'd get money. If they wanted a house, they'd get a house. If they wanted a wife, they'd get a wife!

Qin Yang didn't know that Zhang Chao had arranged things so thoroughly. He only told Zhang Chao to take care of Lu Feng's life and not let him miss home. Who knew that Zhang Chao would arrange a home for Lu Feng? In the past few days, Qin Yang had been busy at the 201 Institute working on the development of the down-stabilized fire control system.

Continuing with the schematic diagram.

The optical lenses were all processed in two days, and the gyroscope and various brackets were also processed. On the third day, Qin Yang installed the entire optical system, but this was still a long way from the tank fire control system!

"Next, we need to connect the laser rangefinder, crosswind sensor, and fire control computer in series, and then debug them," Qin Yang muttered.

This was just the optical system, which could only provide the gunner with a stable background view. But if you want to shoot on the move, you need other devices to cooperate. Measuring the target's distance requires a laser rangefinder. The deviation caused by the crosswind during the flight of the shell requires a special crosswind sensor. If you want to shoot quickly, you can't do mental calculations. You need a special fire control computer and other accessories to complete the development of the fire control system.

Wang Qiao frowned: "Chief Qin, do we have these things?"

"Of course we do. Bring over the supporting equipment of the Type 37 fire control, and we can use it after some modification."

"Modification? We don't know how."

"I'll modify it, what's the big deal!" Qin Yang said, "It'll take about a day."

The most advanced fire control in China is of course the Type 37 fire control. The subsequent down-stabilized image stabilization will of course directly use these mature components. Others don't know how to adjust and modify, but Qin Yang is familiar with it.

First complete the initial debugging at the 201 Institute, and then take it to the 85 tank for precise adjustment.

After attending the meeting, Zhu Lao hurried back to the 617 Factory to supervise the manufacture and installation of the turret. Although he was on the prairie, his heart was still concerned about the development of the fire control system in the capital.

"If it really doesn't work, we can survey and copy the fire control system of the old Maozi T-72," Zhu Lao muttered while watching the turret installation.

"Chief Qin has never failed since his debut. Maybe he can create a miracle for us this time," Fang Lao said from the side.

Just then, a technician ran in: "Zhu Lao, Fang Lao, we just received news that the 201 Institute has completed the development of the fire control system. The equipment will be sent over on the train tonight!"

What?

It hasn't even been a week, has it?

Zhu Lao's mood was complicated: "If this kid had stayed in our 201 Institute and honestly engaged in research and development, the third-generation tank would probably have been built!"