Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"Old Qin, your son's head is full of whimsical ideas!" At the factory affairs meeting, Chen Lishui, the head of the sales department, exclaimed, "Product sales are originally the task of our sales department. Now that Qin Yang wants to help, our sales department will, of course, fully support him."

In the past, the sales department was just a department for keeping idlers, with no specific work to do. After all, the factory produced according to the plans of the higher authorities, and the various raw materials needed were allocated by the higher authorities. The produced products were directly transported away by the higher authorities, so there was no need to go out and sell them at all.

Now that the factory is converting from military to civilian production and needs to sell its products itself, Chen Lishui is worried. What if they can't sell them?

Unexpectedly, Qin Yang actually stood up and wanted to help sell guns. Of course, he couldn't ask for anything more.

"Okay, since the sales department has no objections, then we can try it." Zhu Zizhong said, "Qin Yang, this kid, might really be able to blaze a trail. By the way, let me say something ugly first. If Qin Yang makes money, you are not allowed to be jealous!"

"Of course not, what do we have to be jealous of." Chen Lishui said, "If this method works, our sales department will have to issue Qin Yang a certificate of merit!"

"A certificate of merit is not necessary. This kid doesn't care about these honors, but if he can blaze a trail, then our factory's transition and diversion will be in sight." Qin Baoguo said, "In the future, we will be able to go into battle with lighter loads, and the factory will be able to develop better."

The decision was made like this. Back in the office, Gao Chen, Chen Lishui's confidant, couldn't help but ask, "Section Chief Chen, sales are originally the business of our sales department. Now that someone else is interfering, isn't this overstepping our authority?"

Chen Lishui glanced at Gao Chen: "What are you thinking? Do you think our air guns are popular, and outsiders will flock to buy them? Can we just sit here and wait?"

So Gao Chen stopped talking.

"This thing is not so easy to sell. Qin Yang also said something about selling a thousand guns, which is purely bragging. He can do whatever he wants in the factory, but when he goes out, society will teach him to be honest. Just wait and see."

Chen Lishui was not optimistic about Qin Yang going out to sell guns, so he directly agreed. This way, when the guns can't be sold in the future, their sales department can also shirk responsibility.

What's more, he couldn't refute Director Qin's face.

Qin Yang was the type to act immediately. After the factory approved and the procedures were completely legal, Qin Yang took Zhang Chao out.

The two of them each rode a 28-inch bicycle, with two baskets hanging on the back, each containing ten air guns. There were no special gun boxes, just some straw tied outside. From the outside, the baskets looked like two bundles of straw.

"Yangzi, my dad said, we should fight for honor, not steamed buns. This time, we must sell all the guns and let others see our ability. If we really can't sell them, we'll find a place to hide the guns. After we go back, my dad will give us the money, as if we sold the guns."

"Thank you, Master Zhang, but it's not that complicated. With just these few guns, we can sell them in the county town."

Although the 960 Factory is called the Capital Agricultural Tool Factory, it is actually built in a mountain gully. This place belongs to the territory of Chixian County, and the next higher-level management unit is Wucheng City.

Wucheng City is the west gate of the capital. After Wucheng City, there is a vast grassland, also known as Kouwai. In the past, many people went to Kouwai to do business. In later generations, Wucheng City became world-famous for successfully hosting the Winter Olympics.

"Then shall we go to the county town?" Zhang Chao asked.

"The county town doesn't have such a big market. If we only want to sell these forty guns, of course, we can go to the county town, but if we want to sell thousands of guns, then we must go to Wucheng City."

Qin Yang had boasted before he left, setting a small goal first: to earn ten thousand yuan, which would require selling a thousand air guns! Small county towns don't have such a large demand, nor do they have so much financial resources.

Therefore, they must go to the prefecture-level city.

"Yangzi, then why don't we just go to the capital?" Zhang Chao continued to suggest.

"The capital? It's a mixed bag, and things can easily happen," Qin Yang said.

"Okay, Yangzi, I'll listen to you." Zhang Chao admired Qin Yang very much. He continued to say while riding his bicycle, "Then after we go to Wucheng City, how do we start promoting?"

"Of course, we'll start by smashing the place." Qin Yang had a smile on his face.

Smashing the place?

Zhang Chao immediately became interested: "Where are we going to smash the place?"

"Wucheng Department Store," Qin Yang said.

In this era, department stores are the most lively shopping places. There are department stores in county towns and cities. The location of department stores is almost the center of a city. People come and go here in a constant stream.

Wucheng Department Store is a four-story building, and the exterior wall is luxuriously covered with a layer of wall tiles, which looks even more high-end. The families of workers with affluent lives like to shop here.

Near the department store, there is a small park, and a corner of the park has been developed into a special air gun shooting range.

In this era, air gun sports are still relatively popular. A retired old man can push a small cart, put up a sign, and hang balloons to do a shooting game to earn money to supplement his family, and there are also some larger shooting ranges.

The scale of the shooting range in this small park is already relatively large. In front of a wall, there are ten targets. Twenty meters away from the targets, there are several long benches. Behind the benches, there stand shooters.

Some are wearing the sports uniforms of nearby schools, some are wearing green military uniforms, there are men and women, young and old. At this time, they are almost all in one posture: the gunstock against the shoulder, the right eye staring at the aiming line, the right hand holding the trigger, and the left hand holding the gun.

Bang, bang!

The shooters aimed for a full minute or two before firing.

The onlookers had already started to make noise.

Number three gun position, ten rings, that's amazing!

Number five gun position is another dud!

Number eight hit an eight ring, always an eight ring!

At the number three gun position was a young man with a parted hairstyle that was uncommon in this era, wearing a suit. He was a regular here, and he was also highly skilled. Coming here to show off his skills and receive some praise made him feel very accomplished.

At this time, he proudly broke open the barrel, intending to reload and shoot again.

"Shooting like this at a distance of only twenty meters is really too bad." Just at this time, a voice came from outside the crowd. Although the volume was not high, because it happened to be in the gap between everyone's speech, everyone heard it clearly.

"Yeah, they are all amateurs, so they certainly can't compare with us, especially those air guns, they are all old 'I-beams', too outdated."

Old 'I-beams' are outdated? This is currently the best air gun in China, the 'I-beam' brand from Shanghai!

The parted-hair man looked angrily at the back of the crowd: "Who's talking trash there? Come out!"