Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Hearing this, Qin Yang turned his head and saw three pairs of leather shoes. The shoes were covered in dust and concealed by wide trouser legs that flared upwards in a bell-bottom shape.

Just looking at the pants, you could tell they weren't worn by good people.

In the eighties, wearing bell-bottoms was considered a sign of delinquency. And in the early eighties, only bad youths in big cities would chase such fashion. Now, this place was thirty kilometers from the city center of the capital, a complete wilderness. To actually encounter such people here?

Qin Yang looked up. The person speaking was wearing a checkered shirt and iconic sunglasses. The two beside him were just wearing white shirts, the collars already greasy with dirt.

The checkered shirt seemed to be the leader of the three. He stood with his hands on his hips, looking very pleased with himself.

Qin Yang's peripheral vision extended further. Under a large tree, three 28 bicycles were parked. It seemed these three youths had discovered him roasting chicken here and had left their bikes to approach slowly.

Because he was chatting and eating meat, Qin Yang hadn't noticed these people approaching. As for Lin Heping, he probably already knew but didn't care. To a reconnaissance soldier who had been on the battlefield and killed enemies, these few hooligans were nothing.

"This is wild pheasant," Lin Heping said simply, still turning the roasted chicken. "We shot it ourselves with an air rifle."

"Shot with an air rifle? Oh, you really have an air rifle, even two! Ahem, how do you prove this is wild pheasant? I think it's just the chicken that was stolen from my house! Let's not talk about compensation. Just give us that air rifle."

"Okay," Lin Heping said, lifting the rifle with his left hand. Without even aiming, he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Want the gun? Fine, here's a shot!

The checkered shirt, who had been so aggressive, was instantly dumbfounded. The other party raised the gun, fired, and lowered the gun, all in one smooth motion, too fast! He couldn't react at all. A moment later, he felt a cold draft in his crotch and secretly cried out in alarm!

"Ah, ah, ah..." The checkered shirt clutched his crotch and shouted in pain, "You shot me with a gun! This is a serious crime! You..."

"Look at your pathetic self. Are you bleeding? Are any parts missing?"

The checkered shirt calmed down. That's right, his crotch didn't seem to hurt! Looking down again, there was no red liquid. Only his crotch had been pierced by the lead bullet. A very cool pair of bell-bottoms had become open-crotch pants!

There was a snickering sound from behind. One of the white shirts ran over and shouted angrily, "That lead bullet just hit the bicycle and blew out our tire!"

Lin Heping's bullet passed through the checkered shirt's crotch and hit the bicycle tire behind him, but it didn't hurt the checkered shirt!

The checkered shirt and white shirts widened their eyes. What was that?

About thirty or forty centimeters long, a white, chicken-oil-covered stick in a triangular shape, with grooves in the middle and a very sharp tip.

A triangular bayonet!

"Two big brothers, this little brother's eyes failed to recognize Mount Tai," the checkered shirt trembled all over and immediately knelt down.

Rush up? Who dared? Seeing the other party using a triangular bayonet as a stick to roast chicken, even if it wasn't poisoned, they wouldn't dare! That thing, one stab and it would be a big hole. You'd bleed to death before you could get to the hospital!

Triangular bayonet poisoning and the like were just legends. In fact, it was just oil applied for rust prevention. This thing wasn't sharpened and wasn't as useful as a multi-tool knife, so it was later phased out. However, in the hands of a soldier, the triangular bayonet could still play many roles, such as roasting chicken!

Qin Yang also found it amusing. These three delinquent youths had really suffered a loss today.

"Didn't recognize Mount Tai? Someone just said we stole this chicken and wanted us to pay compensation. I'm so scared," Qin Yang tore off a chicken leg. The taste of this wild-roasted chicken was really unique!

"Two big brothers, it's all our fault. We are willing to compensate..." The checkered shirt said, taking money from his pocket. After searching for a long time, he didn't even have three yuan! The two white shirts joined in, and they barely scraped together five yuan.

"Two big brothers, this five yuan is our compensation to you."

Lin Heping didn't speak. He left this little matter to Qin Yang to handle, also to see what new tricks Qin Yang could come up with.

"You guys are really failures!" Qin Yang said, eating chicken and lecturing these people, "All show on the outside, and all your belongings are just this outfit. Only a few yuan in your pocket, what a disgrace!"

"Two big brothers, can you point us to a way out? Can our brothers follow you in the future?"

Qin Yang shook his head, "No, we are Three-Good Youths who emphasize five stresses and four beauties. We don't do these illegal and undisciplined things. However, since you want to get rich, I can point you to a way."

After speaking, Qin Yang pointed his finger into the distance, "Do you see the transformer over there?"

Everyone followed the direction of Qin Yang's finger and saw a transformer erected between several utility poles.

"Yeah."

"There's at least a hundred pounds of copper in there. A pound of red copper can sell for two yuan, so a hundred pounds can sell for two hundred yuan! You came here to try to scam us for five yuan, so pathetic! If you're going to do something, do it big!"

The three small hooligans looked at the transformer, somewhat tempted, but still afraid, "That thing is electrified. You could die if you mess with it!"

"Of course, you can't touch it during the day. After the power goes out at night, there's no threat. Remove the top row of screws, take off the cover, and you can directly pull out the coil inside. Smash it with a hammer until it's solid, tie it behind your bicycle, and you can take it away."

In the eighties, the power supply was tight, and the suburbs of the capital also had power outages at night. As for whether this ironworks would be cut off from power? Qin Yang didn't know.

"And those transmission lines are all aluminum, and a meter can sell for one yuan."

The few hooligans were finally tempted, "Two big brothers, if we get it, where do we sell it?"

"Of course, sell it to me. I've been in this business for three years. Sell the red copper to the musical instrument factory, melt the aluminum wire and make aluminum pots, no one will know," Qin Yang said, and then glanced at the money on the ground, "Take your money back. I don't care about these small amounts."

After speaking, Qin Yang tore off the chicken butt, "Come on, eat chicken now, good luck and great profit. After it's done, go to the Huilongguan scrap recycling station to find me, my name is Wang Gang."

The checkered shirt took the chicken butt, still somewhat hesitant.

"These days, the bold are stuffed to death, and the timid starve to death," Qin Yang said, "There are opportunities to make money everywhere, it just depends on whether you can seize them! To be honest, I am the first ten-thousand-yuan household in our area. I only do business once or twice a month, and spend the rest of the time hunting and traveling. That's what life is!"