Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The second floor wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy. The first floor consisted of a dining room, kitchen, and guest room, while the second floor housed the master's bedroom.

Everyone sat at the dining table, and Samat went into the kitchen. Qin Yang couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Fahata, I'm very curious. You have such a large yard, yet you don't have a single servant. Who usually cleans up?"

"Of course, it's my wife. My wife was originally a university student, but after marrying me, she became a housewife and no longer shows her face in public," Fahata said. "Of course, we occasionally hire people to help with deep cleaning, but usually, she takes care of my daily needs alone."

Just then, Samat came out carrying a plate of food, covered with a thick layer of chili peppers.

"Hearing that you were coming, she specially learned some Eastern cuisine. This dish is called..." Fahata looked at his wife, "Samat, what's it called?"

"Mapo Tofu."

"Right, Mapo Tofu. I've had it in the East before," Fahata said.

"It looks exactly like the Mapo Tofu we have back home. Mr. Fahata, you're so lucky to have such a smart and capable wife," Qin Yang continued to praise.

Nie Xiaoqian glared at Qin Yang with dissatisfaction. What do you mean by saying that? Are you嫌弃ing me for not cooking when I'm at home? Fine, I'll cook for you when we get back, and I'll make you eat my tofu every day.

"By the way, can your wife understand us?"

"She was born in the Kashmir region and can speak Kashmiri. After going to school, she learned to speak our old Ba language, but she's not familiar with other languages. She doesn't speak English and can't understand what we're saying."

Qin Yang nodded, "Then I'm relieved. That way, we can communicate in English when discussing work. Even though she's your wife, we still have to worry about leaks."

At that moment, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly felt a jolt, as if she understood something. She looked at Samat again, who was heading towards the kitchen to bring out the next dish.

"Mrs. Samat, I'll go with you," Nie Xiaoqian called out in English.

As expected, there was no response.

But even if she doesn't understand English, she should recognize her name, right? Is there really a problem?

"Your Excellency Fahata, although the 85-type tanks we're exporting to you this time also have 125mm caliber guns, they're very different from the T-72 tank guns used by the Indians across the border. Our tank guns have more firepower than theirs," Qin Yang began to steer the conversation to the main topic.

Fahata also became serious, "Yes, we need to defeat those damn Indians. We need advanced tank guns! Can your gun penetrate the frontal armor of the T-72?"

"Of course, it can. Not only can it penetrate the frontal armor, but it can also go right through," Qin Yang said. "That's because our shells use a brand-new process."

"Shells?"

Tungsten mines are mainly distributed in the East and Great Russia. Other countries have very few. Otherwise, the Americans wouldn't have been messing around with depleted uranium bombs. As for Old Ba, they really don't have a single tungsten ore, so there's no need to acquire the production technology of tungsten alloy armor-piercing projectiles. Just import them directly from the East.

"Wow, it smells so good." As he said this, Qin Yang looked up and saw Samat coming over with a large plate. This is definitely a main course.

"Lamb stew with potatoes, our local delicacy. Qin, we can eat now," Fahata continued.

"Okay, let's start eating then."

Nie Xiaoqian also sat over. She wanted to help Samat serve the dishes, but Samat pushed her out of the kitchen. After this short contact, this Mrs. Samat dispelled her concerns. She has a good personality, can cook, and takes care of her man. There doesn't seem to be anything suspicious about her, right?

"Qin, can you talk more about the armor-piercing projectiles?" Fahata couldn't help but ask about the topic from just now.

"Of course," Qin Yang nodded. "The core of this armor-piercing projectile is the key. We know that the ones the old毛子 export are all monkey versions, with greatly reduced quality. Their exported 3BM17 is claimed to be an improved version of the 3BM15, but they only changed the penetrator material. The ones for their own use are made of tungsten carbide, while the exported ones are made of alloy steel, with a penetration depth of less than 300mm, which is even less than the penetration depth of our 105mm tank gun. The 85 tanks we export to you can completely block the attack of this kind of armor-piercing projectile from the front."

Separate loading ammunition, warhead on the left, propellant on the right.

"President Qin, how do you know so much?" Fahata was very surprised.

"This is a secret, but we're friends, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. You should know that we exported a large amount of military supplies to Iraq, and Iraq ordered a batch of old毛子's T-72 tanks. After testing them, they were very dissatisfied with the firepower of this tank. The penetration depth was not even as good as our 105mm gun."

"I see," Fahata nodded.

"Seeing them so embarrassed, we took action and slightly improved it for them. As a result, we increased their penetration depth from 300mm to 400mm, greatly improving the performance."

"How was it improved?" Fahata became excited again.

"This is a bit complicated to explain. Do you have paper and pen? I'll draw it for you, and you'll understand."

"Okay, Samat, bring paper and pen!"

Listening to Qin Yang and Fahata's conversation, Nie Xiaoqian became suspicious again. Was this really being said for certain people to hear? The story about improving things for Iraq is completely made up.

Qin Yang picked up the paper and pen and, while speaking, drew. Structural diagrams, processing technology, and material data were all written on it.

This meal lasted for more than two hours, and then everyone went to bed.

The night grew darker and darker, and snores came from the rooms on the second floor.

A figure quietly got up, left the room, and came to the window in the second-floor living room. In the darkness, something flapped its wings and came in, then obediently landed on the figure's wrist. After the figure fiddled with it a few times, the thing flapped its wings and flew away again.

The figure glanced around, carefully listened to the movements on the first floor, and then slowly went back.

This was a peaceful night.