Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Looking around, all I could see was a world of ice and snow. For ordinary people, the best option now would be to huddle at home, with their wives and children around a warm bed, comfortably passing the winter. They could wait until spring before going out to work again.

However, for the builders of our motherland, for those who hoped to promote the industrial development of our motherland and reach the world's leading level, there was no chance of rest.

Qin Yang set off in the middle of the night, continuing north on a rattling train. At noon the next day, he finally stepped onto the platform of Qishi Railway Station.

The cold wind howled, cutting at his face like a knife. Qin Yang glanced at Nie Xiaoqian beside him: "Xiaoqian, you really didn't need to come with me."

"Brother Yang, wherever you go, I will go."

"President Qin, President Qin!" Just as the two of them got off the train, chatting and hurrying towards the exit, someone shouted on the platform, "President Qin, I'm Xiao Wu, here to pick you up!"

When Qin Yang visited Yizhong before, he had already met a group of people, including Wu Hao, the director of the coordination office. At this time, Wu Hao was full of excitement: "President Qin, welcome to Yizhong! The factory director and others are waiting in the factory to welcome you. Let's go!"

"How can I be so presumptuous?" Qin Yang's face was slightly embarrassed, but he continued to ask, "It's freezing cold. It would be nice to have a sip of Maotai to warm up."

"Of course! The factory director was worried you'd be cold, so there's a bottle of Maotai in the car. Have a few sips to warm up, and then we can continue drinking at the factory."

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Qin Yang with a complicated expression. 'You really know how to treat people differently!' she thought. 'At Factory 112, you insisted on frugality, but here, you're already starting to drink good wine?'

Qin Yang looked perfectly normal. 'You don't understand Brother Yang's good intentions,' he thought.

Going to Factory 112 was to guide them. The factory didn't even have any income, so why put on so much of a show? Qin Yang's suggestion was out of kindness.

Qin Yang came to Yizhong as a customer, the 'A' side, so of course the 'B' side had to serve him good wine and good meat.

Getting into the car, Qin Yang expertly opened the Maotai bottle and drank directly from it, gulp after gulp!

Anyway, this wine was originally given to him by Yizhong, and they would have to open a new bottle in the cafeteria anyway.

"Brother Yang, drink less."

"Okay, I'm just wetting my throat." Qin Yang looked at his wife: "It's freezing cold, do you want a few sips?"

Nie Xiaoqian shook her head: "There are other ways to warm up besides drinking."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Yang directly stuffed his wife's cold little hand into his army coat. Seeing that it wasn't enough, he simply opened his coat and stuffed her face in as well.

Yizhong, cafeteria.

It was past meal time, and the workers who normally ate had already left. However, the large dining table in the cafeteria's private room was filled with food and dishes. Factory Director Chang Mingyuan stood up several times, wanting to look outside through the icy windows, but sat down again each time.

"Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"They're here! Reporting to the factory director, the gatehouse called and said the car has already driven in!"

"Let's go, to the outside!" Chang Mingyuan didn't even put on his army coat, and strode towards the door, lifting the thick curtain to go out. The 212 car had just stopped at the door.

"President Qin, welcome, welcome! We originally should have welcomed you at the factory gate, but the weather..."

"The weather is really cold, Factory Director Chang, don't stand outside, let's go inside quickly, let's chat inside!"

After a few words of greeting, everyone walked into the cafeteria and sat at the dining table.

"Come, President Qin, it's cold outside, have a few sips of wine first." Chang Mingyuan quickly opened the Maotai bottle and poured wine for Qin Yang.

"Yes, I thought Shenyang was cold enough, but I didn't expect your Qishi to be even colder. I really don't know how those old Maozi further north survive the winter."

"How do they survive the winter? They never let go of their vodka."

"Come, let's all raise our glasses together and welcome President Qin!"

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became harmonious. Chang Mingyuan opened his mouth: "President Qin, what brings you to our Yizhong? If there's anything Yizhong can help with, just say it!"

President Qin was a god of wealth! Whichever factory he went to, that factory would get orders!

"I'm here to order a die forging press."

Chang Mingyuan's eyes lit up: "President Qin, you can leave this to us! Our factory is an old factory that manufactures die forging presses, with the most experience! In 1973, we built the first 30,000-ton die forging press in China. In 1973, we also built a 30,000-ton non-ferrous metal die forging hydraulic press. How many tons do you want?"

Last year, he occasionally went to Factory 447 and exchanged ideas with the technicians there. Those people had once said that President Qin suggested using a 30,000-ton forging press to directly make the gun barrel blanks. At the time, they all thought it was a genius idea, but it was too expensive!

Now that President Qin had come to order one, could it be that he wanted to use this 30,000-ton forging press to increase the speed of making gun barrels?

"Thirty thousand tons is a bit small, we want a 60,000-ton forging press."

This is an 80,000-ton one, the world's first.

As Qin Yang spoke, he continued to pick up food. In this era, the transportation and storage of vegetables were not convenient, so the entire Northeast mainly ate sauerkraut and dried vegetables. The flavor of the sauerkraut stewed vermicelli here was somewhat different from that of Factory 112, more sour and more appetizing.

"Yes, what's the matter? Is there a difficulty?"

"President Qin, in the world today, the two top-ranked 75,000-ton forging presses are both from the old Maozi, including the Kubyshev Samara Aluminum Plant and the Upper Salda Titanium Plant. The third-ranked is the French Aubert \u0026 Duval plant's 65,000-ton forging press, but this machine was not made by the French, they ordered it from the old Maozi. Even the West cannot produce a 60,000-ton forging press."

"If the West can't produce it, does that mean we can't produce it?" Qin Yang looked at Chang Mingyuan: "Factory Director Chang, if you can't do it, then I'll go find Erzhong. It's just a 60,000-ton forging press, what's so great about it? If it really doesn't work, our Factory 960 will do it ourselves!"

Yizhong was in the Northeast, the old industrial base, while Erzhong was in Sichuan, the safest place in the third-tier base. If Qin Yang hadn't been passing by, he would have run to Erzhong long ago.

"President Qin, we can do it! As long as the funds are in place, we are willing to give it a try!" An elderly man with gray hair spoke at the dinner table: "You're right, if the West can't produce something, we can still produce it. We are not worse than the West. In many fields, we can even be stronger than the West!"

"Old Zhao, do you want to take the lead again?" Chang Mingyuan looked at the speaker.

In the 1960s, in order to speed up the research and development of aviation, missiles, and atomic bombs, the higher authorities decided to equip the Chongqing Southwest Aluminum Processing Plant, which was under construction, with a 30,000-ton die forging hydraulic press. This task was given to Yizhong, and it was Zhao Shengde in front of him who was responsible for it.

He had actually retired, but today, after hearing that Qin Yang was coming, he wanted to meet this young man, so he came along to drink. He didn't expect Qin Yang to bring up this project, and he didn't expect Chang Mingyuan to make things difficult.

As an old engineer, he possessed the daring and fighting spirit of that generation.

"That's right, back then we ate chaff and swallowed vegetables, but we were still able to produce a 30,000-ton one. Now that our living standards are better, are we still afraid of not being able to produce a 60,000-ton one? As long as our country needs it, our factory needs it, we can't say no!" Zhao Shengde said.

"That's right, Old Zhao is right!" Qin Yang said: "Let's align with the world standards and make a 65,000-ton one. It doesn't matter how much money it costs, but we must make it! Our country needs it, our army needs it, and our people need it!"