Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"Son, son, don't be afraid, you'll be alright." In the hospital, Yang Wangcai's mother, Zhang Ping, watched her son writhing in pain on the operating table trolley, her heart aching. She ran alongside the trolley, holding her son's hand, her eyes already wet with tears.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Pingzi, we've reached the operating room, you can't go in," a doctor said to Zhang Ping.

"Meizi, I'm leaving everything to you. You can't let anything happen to Wangcai!"

A sharp braking sound came from outside, and Yang Zhaoxiang jumped off the sidecar of the security department's motorcycle and strode in: "Pingzi, how is Wangcai?"

His son had been shot! Yang Zhaoxiang was extremely anxious and immediately called for a motorcycle with a sidecar.

At this moment, his face was incredibly gloomy and terrifying, his gaze seeming capable of killing.

"He's still being rescued. Meizi is in there..."

As she spoke, Zhao Mei, wearing a white coat, hurried out. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw them both and said in a low voice: "The situation isn't good. The lead bullet hit the 'radish head' directly and tumbled around a few times inside, tearing the spongy tissue to shreds. The safest option right now is to remove two-thirds of the entire 'radish head'."

"What?" Yang Zhaoxiang's face changed: "No! If you remove two-thirds, how will he carry on the Yang family line in the future?"

The Yang family had been single-line descendants for generations, and Yang Zhaoxiang was no exception. Zhang Ping had a difficult childbirth, and although her son was born, she would never be able to have a second child.

"This won't affect it. After all, the 'balls' on both sides are still there, so the task of carrying on the family line can still be accomplished. It's just that..."

Zhao Mei didn't finish her sentence: it's just that with only that little bit left, he probably wouldn't feel anything.

"Just what?" Zhang Ping asked anxiously.

"It's just that we need to operate as soon as possible, otherwise, if the infection spreads to both sides, then even carrying on the family line might become impossible."

"Okay, then operate." Yang Zhaoxiang knew what was important. He gritted his teeth as he said this, stomped his foot, and then strode out.

"Lao Yang, where are you going? Your son is still inside!"

"I'm going to avenge my son!"

Production workshop.

"You guys really don't make things easy." Liu Yong reprimanded the two hotheads in a low voice: "Now you've caused even bigger trouble. If something happens to Director Yang's son, he might do something crazy..."

"Yangzi, the camera is here!" At this moment, Zhao Qianjin jogged in from outside, holding a Seagull camera: "There should be three shots left on the film inside."

As Liu Yong's apprentice, Zhao Qianjin was still a young man, unmarried and with no family to worry about. He had bought a Seagull camera with the wages he had saved in his first year of work. This kind of showy behavior had once been criticized by Liu Yong.

However, later, during festivals, Zhao Qianjin would take photos of his master, and the master would grin and praise his camera.

After Qin Yang came back, he first looked for Zhao Qianjin. When he heard that he wanted to take photos with his camera, Zhao Qianjin ran back to the dormitory to get it without saying a word.

"Well, Brother Zhao, I'll have to trouble you to take pictures later. Stand on that pillar over there and be sure to capture the most exciting scenes, like when Yang Zhaoxiang points the gun at my head. Also, don't use the flash. I'll stand near the window to give you the best angle."

Liu Yong's eyes widened: "Yangzi, what are you planning to do?"

"Send certain people in." Qin Yang said bluntly.

A dozen minutes later.

"Is Qin Yang here? Qin Yang, get out here! No one can save you today! I'm going to kill you!"

"Director Yang, don't be impulsive, you must not be impulsive!" Mu Guijin's voice came.

"Give me your gun!"

In the past, the leaders of the military factory were also armed, but later they were all taken back, leaving only the head of the security department, Mu Guijin, with a gun.

"Director Yang, don't!"

"Give it to me!"

Qin Yang chuckled to himself. The other party was bluffing! Trying to snatch it at the door, who are they trying to scare?

"Qin Yang, get out here!"

"Deputy Director Yang, I'm very busy. If you have anything to say, come in and say it." At this time, Qin Yang was standing next to a machine tool, the sunlight shining directly on him, the light was exceptionally good.

"Qin Yang, kneel down for me!"

"A real man kneels to heaven, kneels to the earth, kneels to his parents. If it's a dead person, I might reluctantly kneel."

"I didn't see it before, but you're full of bad ideas. Everything you did in my office this morning can be overlooked, but you actually injured my son with an air gun this afternoon. You're just asking for death!"

"Director Yang, don't be angry. Yangzi, stop being stubborn and quickly apologize to Director Yang. This matter will be over. Why do you have to make it like this?" Mu Guijin was trying to persuade Yang Zhaoxiang and then Qin Yang, acting like a good person.

Of course, Qin Yang wouldn't be fooled. Were these two putting on a double act?

"Lao Liu, it's really your fault for always indulging them. Look at what it's become now. Quickly persuade Yangzi to apologize to Director Yang." Mu Guijin went to coax Liu Yong again.

"I'm not wrong, what am I apologizing for?" Qin Yang said righteously: "When the people from their security department came over, I reminded them to stay away. This shooting range is not a place for them to come. Moreover, from the time they came to the time of the accident, I didn't touch the gun. Zhao Zhigang was holding the air gun, and Zhao Zhigang was the one who shot Yang Wangcai. Director Mu, it's not good for you to be so biased towards your nephew, right?"

Mu Guijin's face changed instantly.

"Of course, Zhao Zhigang can't escape responsibility, but you designed that gun, you made it with your own hands, so you are also a suspect! The weapon is yours!" Yang Zhaoxiang said through gritted teeth.

He wouldn't believe Qin Yang had nothing to do with it, even if he was beaten to death.

"Director Mu, the thing is mine, so I'm a suspect, and you want to use this reason to deal with me, right?" Qin Yang asked Mu Guijin.

"That's right!" Mu Guijin said, gritting his teeth. Although it was a bit shameless, Yang Zhaoxiang was really angry this time. His son's crotch had been ruined, and no father would let it go.

"Then I'll report to the higher-ups that you two forcibly hugged the scavenging old woman!"

There was an old woman in her sixties nearby who wandered around in the mountains scavenging. She was hunched over and always wore a tattered military coat, which was pitch black and probably full of lice. The hair on her head was even dirtier than the dirty braids of later generations.

"You're talking nonsense, what evidence do you have?" Mu Guijin was furious. This was an insult. Even if they were desperate, they wouldn't lay a hand on that kind of woman.

"But you have the murder weapon!" Qin Yang said.

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

Yang Zhaoxiang couldn't bear it anymore. He picked up the gun and pointed it at Qin Yang's forehead: "You're asking for death!"