Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Before liberation, the army used a wide variety of weapons. During the First Five-Year Plan, related industries were established domestically, and firearms entered an era of standardization.

However, these standardized firearms were mainly equipped for the army. The police force still lacked firearms. For example, the famous Mauser pistol from the Anti-Japanese War was still used in grassroots police forces until the 1970s, and was not completely phased out until the 1980s.

The police station in Wucheng was relatively well-equipped, but in grassroots areas, a police station might only have one handgun. As a result, they sometimes had to borrow guns from the militia when carrying out missions.

Over the years, the police station had accumulated a batch of problematic firearms. They had no way to deal with them before, but now that they had encountered people from the military factory, they certainly couldn't miss the opportunity.

Qin Yang looked at the remaining air guns in his bicycle basket and said with a smile, "Team Leader Zhao, can you let us finish selling these guns? Your arrival has scared away the customers who wanted to buy guns."

"Why the rush to sell guns?" Zhao Fang flatly refused. "You go to the police station to repair guns first. I'll contact the purchasing staff at the department store, and you can put the rest of your guns there."

"Okay, thank you, Team Leader Zhao."

Zhao Fang kept his word. While Qin Yang was helping to repair guns at the police station, Luo Minghai, the purchasing agent from the department store, arrived.

"Luo, the Capital Farm Tool Factory has manufactured a brand new air gun. It's accurate and has a long range. It's a good gun. Your department store must order a batch," Zhao Fang said to Luo Minghai as they walked.

"Yes, I've heard about it. It can hit a light bulb from 50 meters away, every time," Luo Minghai said. "But the price is a bit high, 50 yuan per gun!"

As they spoke, the two arrived at the place where Qin Yang was repairing guns. The air guns waiting to be sold were placed next to them, and several police officers were also playing with the air guns.

"Uncle Luo, 50 yuan is the retail price. If we supply the department store, 40 yuan per gun is fine," Qin Yang said. "This way, you can earn ten yuan per gun."

"Can we sell them for 50 yuan a piece?" Luo Minghai frowned slightly.

"Why not? We brought 40 guns when we came, and now these are all that's left. Uncle Luo, if you're worried about not being able to sell them, you can take the guns away first and settle the bill after you sell them."

Luo Minghai's eyes lit up: "You're willing to let the department store buy on credit?"

"Of course," Qin Yang said. "We can establish a long-term supply relationship in the future. Are we afraid that your department store will default on payment?"

"Okay, then I'll take all the remaining air guns," Luo Minghai said. "If they sell well, the department store will order another batch. Next time, we'll pay cash on delivery!"

"Okay, Uncle Luo, this is my brother Zhang Chao. He will come over often in the future. Just tell him if you need more goods. Our factory's location is remote, so it's difficult for you to find."

Of course, he couldn't let them come to the factory to purchase, otherwise, how would Qin Yang make money? How would he achieve his small goal of 10,000 yuan?

But Qin Yang would have many things to do in the future and couldn't always come out, so he introduced Zhang Chao. The future business would be handled by Zhang Chao.

"Of course not, it's a matter of a few minutes."

"Then why is it taking so long?"

"We haven't eaten yet."

Zhang Chao hesitated for a few seconds and still didn't understand, but then he heard Zhao Fang's voice.

"Engineer Qin, thank you for helping repair guns here. It's getting dark. I'll take you to get something to eat."

They had made a lot of money selling air guns, so eating out was no problem, but being treated by others felt different. As Qin Yang helped repair guns, the other party even changed his address. Being called "Engineer Qin" was really satisfying.

In a small restaurant near the police station, Zhao Fang ordered a few dishes and also opened a bottle of Erguotou liquor. Looking at the dishes, Zhang Chao felt his saliva involuntarily flowing out.

"Engineer Qin, if you want to sell guns in the future, you can sell them anywhere within our jurisdiction," Zhao Fang said generously as a reward for repairing the guns.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao," Qin Yang said. "But since we've already handed it over to the department store to sell, it's not convenient to sell privately. If someone wants to buy air guns, it's better to buy them at the department store."

He originally called him Team Leader Zhao, but since they were sitting together eating, he might as well build a relationship and call him more affectionately, which would definitely be beneficial.

Zhao Fang nodded, and was just about to say something when he saw Luo Minghai rushing over: "Team Leader Zhao, Little Qin, you're here!"

"Uncle Luo, sit down and have a drink together?" Qin Yang offered generously.

"No, Little Qin, I'm here to give you a message. Bring 100 air guns over tomorrow, no, make it 200. Anyway, these things won't go bad," Luo Minghai said.

Two hundred guns?

Qin Yang was also a little surprised: "Did you sell all the ones you took away?"

"Yes, they're all sold out, and many customers came after hearing the news but didn't get to buy any," Luo Minghai said, and started taking out money: "This is the capital for selling guns today. For tomorrow's guns, we'll settle the payment in person when you deliver them."

Qin Yang's legendary experience today had already spread in Wucheng. Hearing that there was an advanced air gun, many people were tempted and went to the department store to inquire.

Unfortunately, there were only a few, and they were quickly sold out.

"Okay, of course, no problem. After we brothers finish eating, we'll rush back overnight and definitely deliver the guns tomorrow."

Young people have good stamina. After the two of them were full, they rode their 28-inch bicycles back to the 960 Factory, more than 100 kilometers away, overnight.

"Dad, it's so late, haven't you slept yet?" From afar, Qin Yang saw Qin Baoguo's figure under the swaying street lamp at the gate, and felt warmth in his heart.

Qin Yang had grown up in the factory. This was an independent world. Speaking of which, this was Qin Yang's first time venturing out. His dad was worried about him! What about his mom? She was probably at home making something delicious!

"Did you sell all the air guns you took out today?" Qin Baoguo looked at the empty bicycle baskets behind Qin Yang and Zhang Chao's bicycles and immediately asked the most important question.

Zhang Chao's dad, Zhang Guoqiang, was also standing there, with a nervous expression on his face. Were they sold, or were they hidden?

"They're sold. We've established a supply relationship with the customer. The customer wants us to bring 200 over tomorrow," Qin Yang announced proudly.

"That's right, we even sold them for 50 yuan each. We made 1,000 yuan on this trip!" Zhang Chao couldn't keep things to himself. After seeing his dad, he couldn't help but say it all.

One thousand yuan! Zhang Guoqiang widened his eyes: "Really?"

"How could it be fake?" Zhang Chao said, "Yangzi is capable. Tomorrow we have to send 200 to..."

"Chaozi, don't say it, this is our trade secret," Qin Yang said.

If this were to reach the ears of those in the sales department, they would definitely intercept the business!

"It seems the sales situation is not bad," Qin Baoguo nodded with satisfaction. "Tomorrow, drive the factory's old Liberation truck. There are so many, you can't carry them on bicycles."

"Okay, but I have to drive. Chaozi can just follow along. No one else can go."

"If you can drive the truck away, then I'll let you drive. Now go back and eat. Your mom has made something delicious. Chaozi, you come to our house too!"