Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Old Lin was suppressing a bellyful of anger, not wanting to unleash it. He just wanted to see Qin Yang's attitude. Now that Qin Yang had started the attack, what else was there to say? He joined in the fray!

Director Wang's face turned ugly. If it weren't for Qin Yang getting that Tomcat fighter, would they value Qin Yang's opinion so much? But now, Qin Yang was actually not giving him any face!

"Old Lin, if I remember correctly, your air force is just a user of our aviation industry. We produce according to the air force's requirements, but the air force can't interfere with the specific factory where it's produced, right?" Director Wang's gaze turned to Old Lin, his tone becoming icy.

"Yes, Old Lin, you also have to see the actual situation." Another leader spoke up: "After all, Factory 320 is a small factory with limited production capacity. If the production of the J-11 fighter is placed there, I'm afraid they won't be able to complete the air force's orders. Who can bear the responsibility for delaying the air force's modernization process?"

"We're not saying we want to steal the credit from Factory 320. They surveyed the entire project, so of course they can produce it. But their production capacity is limited, and I'm afraid they can't meet the military's needs. Giving a portion of the orders to Factory 112 will allow the idle factory buildings of Factory 112 to be used. Isn't that better?"

"Yes, for example, the models produced for the navy can be placed in Factory 320, and the models produced for the air force can be placed in Factory 112. Isn't that great?"

Everyone chimed in with their persuasion.

These words sounded somewhat reasonable, and even some air force leaders were nodding frequently. However, Old Lin still shook his head: "Hmph, their task is to develop the J-8. If they can't develop the J-8 well, don't expect other projects! Trying to eat what's in the bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, there's no such good thing!"

Old Lin's insistence stemmed from his disapproval of the old industrial base's style – wanting to grab anything good, wanting to eat any meat themselves, but lacking the ability. They've been working on a double-engine enlarged version of the J-7 for so long and still haven't succeeded. Can you expect anything else from them?

"Ahem." Qin Yang spoke up, "Don't ignore me!"

"Respected leaders, just now, according to Director Wang, who produces the fighter is a matter for your system and has nothing to do with me. Since that's the case, then I'll take my leave."

"Wait, President Qin!"

The people on the stage were anxious, but Qin Yang didn't turn his head: "Everyone, I've been traveling all this way and I'm already tired. I'm going back to rest. I, Qin Yang, can't interfere in matters within your aviation industry system."

"President Qin, President Qin!"

Qin Yang ignored them and strode out.

Watching Qin Yang's figure disappear, Old Lin's tone was icy: "Did you see President Qin's opinion? You're all very capable. Our air force can't interfere. I'll see if you can decide on the production factory for this fighter yourselves."

After speaking, Old Lin also stood up: "Hmph, the radar, titanium alloy wing boxes, engines, etc., are all being developed by Factory 960. President Qin ordered a 60,000-ton forging press from Yizhong Heavy Machinery this time. With this machine, we can forge qualified landing gear. If you have the ability, let Factory 112 produce it, and let Institute 601 carry out these technological innovations."

The faces of the people on the rostrum turned red and white, but they couldn't say a word.

That night, in the family compound of Factory 960.

Knock knock! There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Nie Xiaoqian walked to the door and opened it. In the cold wind, Old Lin stood there with a smile: "Is President Qin in?"

"Old Lin, you don't visit a temple without a reason. Tell me what you want to do first, otherwise I won't dare to drink this wine." Qin Yang walked out of the room.

"It's nothing, just having a drink together. We, old and young, are very compatible. We have the same views on many things, so I'm making a friend. President Qin, you won't dislike me, will you?"

"How could I?" Qin Yang said: "Then let's drink to our hearts' content. Xiaoqian, go cook a few more hot dishes."

Factory 960 was developing very quickly and had built a large family compound. Qin Yang and Nie Xiaoqian moved in after they got married. It was over 100 square meters, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, very spacious. No one dared to compare. Houses were allocated according to contribution. Who could have contributed more than Qin Yang?

The room was filled with modern home appliances. The calendar on the wall, with a female celebrity riding a motorcycle, was the most eye-catching. Old Lin couldn't help but sigh, it's good to be young. If he hung such a calendar at home, he would be scolded for being an old lecher.

In this era, most people ate at folding tables, which could be stood aside when not in use. However, the table in Qin Yang's house was a fixed large table, with a chandelier above, very impressive.

Canned meat, canned fish, peanuts, a few plates were placed on the table. While Nie Xiaoqian went into the house to cook, Qin Yang and Old Lin had already started drinking.

"Come, cheers, it was really satisfying to hear you argue with that Director Wang today!" Old Lin raised his glass.

"Old Lin, what's the background of that Director Wang? What's his story?"

"Ah, before being transferred to the capital, he had been working in Shenyang, first in Factory 112, then in Institute 601. He has feelings for that place. In fact, many people in the aviation industry system came from there, and their ideas and concepts haven't shifted to market competition. Seeing that Factory 112 has no orders and Institute 601 has no new research and development tasks, they get anxious. They don't have any other intentions, they just simply want to eat from the big pot like before."

"Such people should be transferred from their positions." Qin Yang said: "I got them the J-6 unmanned aerial vehicle project, which is a big project, but they're still picky!"

"President Qin, tell me about this J-6 unmanned aerial vehicle." Old Lin stared at Qin Yang with bright eyes. This was his main purpose for coming to find Qin Yang.

"Old Lin, how did the Bekaa Valley air battle last year break out?"

"Israel used unmanned aerial vehicles to induce Syria to expose its radar positions, and then used Shrike missiles to take out the SAM-6 radar." Old Lin reacted after speaking: "Our J-6 unmanned aerial vehicle is for doing this?"

"Of course, it's more than that." Qin Yang said triumphantly: "We have a larger number of unmanned aerial vehicles. Even if the other side uses up all its missiles, it won't be able to shoot down all of our J-6 unmanned aerial vehicles. And they have to intercept them, because our J-6 can also carry bombs and dive down to bomb them directly. Imagine, what would it be like with thousands of unmanned aerial vehicles?"

Old Lin was also excited, and the two of them chatted while drinking, imagining the future battle, which was very enjoyable.

"President Qin, although it was very satisfying today, I don't think they look like they're going to give up." Old Lin said: "But I can't figure out what else they can do."

"What can they do?" Qin Yang, emboldened by the alcohol, didn't have any scruples and casually said: "There are many things they can do, such as using their power to transfer Lu Lao out and replace him with someone from Shenyang to take over..."

Old Lin's face changed: "If we encounter such a thing, what should we do?"

"Let it go..."