Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Capital, Factory 960.

Since being rebuffed by Zhang Chao last time, Raphael had been too embarrassed to enter the factory again. However, he still waited outside every day, as he needed to clarify some things with President Qin. President Qin couldn't do anything improper that would damage the reputation of France.

This day, he stood under a tree by the factory road, watching the vehicles on the road. Then, a 212 jeep stopped in front of him. A man got out of the car with a smile and greeted him.

"Mr. Raphael, why are you standing here? Is there something you need? Let's go inside and talk!"

Looking at the enthusiastic Zhang Chao in front of him, Raphael's face showed embarrassment. Go inside and talk? What was there to talk about? Hadn't he been rebuffed by Zhang Chao last time?

"President Qin is too kind!" Raphael was extremely grateful. He had suspected President Qin, but President Qin was not only not angry but also helped his side obtain business. President Qin was a true friend!

"You guys prepare quickly. The only competitor you have is the Italian 76mm Oto Melara naval gun. As long as you demonstrate that the performance of your naval gun is better than Italy's, you will be selected."

"No problem!"

It was just a matter of a few shells. They could still afford it. Although the order for two naval guns was not large, it was better than returning empty-handed!

Looking at Raphael's excited expression, Zhang Chao was very touched: Yangzi is just that amazing, easily making the French dance with joy!

Achoo!

Prairie, Factory 617, Qin Yang sneezed.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Qin Yang with concern, wondering if he had caught a cold.

"It's nothing, probably someone is talking about me behind my back. If they're praising me, just praise me, why do it like they're scolding me?" Qin Yang said, continuing to walk forward. The first third-generation tank prototype was about to be fully assembled, and of course, he had to be there.

When he entered the workshop, he found that a large group of people had already gathered inside. Old Huang, who was in charge of the armored forces, stood aside with a blush on his face from excitement.

"Good, good, our tank looks very mighty and grand at first glance!" Old Huang said, "The performance of this tank is not inferior to any Western tank!"

"Yes." Old Zhu said beside him, "In terms of firepower, our 125mm tank gun has the strongest firepower and the largest muzzle kinetic energy. In terms of mobility, our 1200 horsepower diesel engine drives a fifty-ton tank, with a power-to-weight ratio of 24, which is not smaller than tanks like the Leopard 2. In terms of protection, we are currently only in the main armor state, and with additional armor in the future, the protection will also be top-notch."

Firepower, mobility, and protection all met the standards. The tank in front of them was already qualified to join the ranks of the world's first-class tanks!

"So fast? Did you guys work overtime all night?" Qin Yang looked at the slogan hanging on the rafters: Warmly celebrate the completion of the third-generation tank prototype!

The red banner was affixed with yellow paper, and the paper was covered with black writing. Some of the writing had ink stains sliding down, obviously hung up before it was dry.

This was really too rushed!

"Yes, President Qin." Wang Lin said, "After you left yesterday, we received news that the leaders of the troops were coming to inspect, so we worked overtime to complete the remaining work. Now, this tank can be rolled off the assembly line!"

"Then how about I drive it?" Qin Yang was eager to try.

The people present frowned.

"President Qin, this tank uses a replica of the T72 tank's side transmission device. The operation is different from previous tanks. You haven't been exposed to it before, so please let our professional test driver do it." Wang Lin said.

"I haven't been exposed to it, as if you guys have." Qin Yang said, "Are you afraid that I won't drive well and collapse your workshop?"

Of course, that's what everyone meant, but they couldn't say it! While several people hesitated, several fashionable female comrades walked in, long red ribbons connecting them together. They held trays with a red ribbon flower tied on top, delicate and charming.

Qin Yang's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and grabbed one end of the red ribbon: "This is going to be tied to the tank, right? Let me do it, I'm the youngest and most agile."

"No, President Qin, this is not tied to the tank, this is for the ribbon-cutting ceremony." Wang Lin quickly stopped him.

"Ribbon-cutting? This is learned from the West, right? What's so good about it? Cutting a good piece of cloth into several pieces, it's too wasteful, let's tie it on top, it's festive."

"President Qin, the ribbon-cutting is for good luck, and you have to cut it together."

"Alright."

In front of the tall and mighty third-generation tank, several etiquette ladies held trays, the red silk ribbon spread out long, and on each tray was a flower, with a person holding scissors standing between the two flowers.

On one side were leaders wearing green military uniforms, and on the other side were engineers wearing blue work clothes. Everyone had smiles on their faces, waiting for the command.

"Now, I announce that the third-generation tank prototype is officially off the assembly line, please leaders cut the ribbon!" Wang Lin shouted loudly.

Snip, snip!

The good red silk cloth was cut into many sections, drooping down on the edge of the plate, guarding the red flowers in the plate.

"Now, please Huang leader speak!"

"Comrades, this is a moment worth celebrating!" Old Huang had just started speaking when he saw everyone's eyes looking to the side. Turning his head, he saw Qin Yang had grabbed the flowers in the plate, climbed onto the tank, and tied them to the barrel.

With this tie, it really did look a bit festive! Old Huang didn't have too much dissatisfaction with Qin Yang's showy move, but after Qin Yang finished tying, he quickly and nimbly got into the driver's seat!

This kid, he must drive the tank!

Pull him out?

Before everyone could act, with a creaking sound, Qin Yang closed the hatch on top of the driver's seat!

Now there was no way, they could only let Qin Yang drive.

"Over the years, our armored forces have been looking forward to having an advanced and powerful main battle tank to change our situation of being twenty years behind the world. Now, our wish is finally about to come true!" Old Huang turned his head back and continued speaking.

The applause of the crowd continued to sound. Qin Yang sat on the stool-like seat, looking at the internal devices of the tank with great interest.

The posture of sitting inside…