A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Hey, you're to my liking. Which department are you from? You don't look familiar."

Just as Jiang Xia was about to answer, he saw the old man in the middle cast a chilling gaze at him.

Both of them shivered and stood up straight obediently.

"Mr. Ichiro, is it really appropriate to increase the amount by so much just for a few pumps and a few reaction tanks?"

"Furthermore, we are already capable of producing synthetic ammonia and ammonium nitrate. Didn't you know that?"

"Junichiro! Minister!" The notebook stood up and bowed again.

The little notebook stood up, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It's one thing if your side can produce it, but it's another thing if you can actually use it!"

"Based on the sample provided by you, our company believes that the product does not meet the standards for use in the production of our nitrogen and phosphorus compound fertilizer."

"It doesn't even meet the minimum standards!" The notebook emphasized the word "minimum."

"We've packaged a comprehensive solution so that you can better enjoy our services!"

"Although the amount seems to have increased, the value of all this equipment, including the transfer of the manufacturing process, far exceeds the increase in amount!"

The Chinese representatives exchanged glances.

Engineer Luo spoke up: "You've changed the project details, but the list of changed projects hasn't been submitted to us for review yet!"

"Oh, then let's invite Mr. Tanaka to explain it to everyone."

Junichiro bowed to the old man beside him and said, "Please, Tanaka-san, ask the adults here for their answers!" (in Japanese)

The old man named Tanaka seemed to be startled awake, his body trembling a few times. With drooping eyelids, he mumbled indistinctly, "Improved Hubble-Bosch..." (in Japanese)

The young translator blinked and moved a little closer to the old man.

Everyone was waiting for him to say something next.

Unexpectedly, the old man closed his eyes again, and then a soft snoring sound came out.

"you!……"

Engineer Luo was both shocked and furious, and looked at the young translator: "What did he just say?"

The young translator, her voice trembling with tears, cried out, "It's too unclear, I can't hear you!"

Everyone glared angrily at Junichiro.

Junichiro shrugged from the side: "Please understand, gentlemen, Mr. Tanaka is getting old and it's inevitable that his energy is waning."

"But didn't he already tell you how to improve it?"

Engineer Luo gritted his teeth in anger: "What exactly did he say?!"

Junichiro picked up his teacup with feigned nonchalance: "The tea leaves are too bland... Matcha is much better."

Minister Hu's furrowed brow could trap a mosquito.

"Little Ichiro, if this is your attitude, I don't think we need to continue talking!"

"It's Junichiro! Captain!"

The notebook was put down: "Tanaka-san is right, the improved Haber-Bosch method!"

"Gone?"

The little notebook shrugged again: "Isn't this enough?"

"Tell me? You just said 'improved Haber-Bosch,' and that's it? Do you think I don't know what the Haber-Bosch preparation method is?" Engineer Luo was trembling with anger.

Junichiro crossed his arms: "Yeah, you can't expect us to tell you how we improved it, can you?"

"Of course, if you can come up with 60, I can tell you now... um, the currency is... dollars."

"Intellectual property, sir! Doesn't your country also have the saying 'the law must not be passed on to six ears'?"

Clack clack~~ The sound of clenched fists came from beside Jiang Xia.

"I'll kill you right now, believe it or not!" Director Liu's voice was shrill, his red eyes fixed on the two notebooks.

Unexpectedly, Junichiro turned around and looked at Director Liu with great interest.

But he sighed deeply at Minister Hu.

"Your Excellency, I wouldn't mind enjoying the same treatment as my West German counterparts, but if this happens again, I'm afraid the doors of the developed Western world will be closed to you once more!"

Minister Hu raised an eyebrow: "A threat?"

"No, it's true!"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The Chinese representatives all wore angry expressions, while one of the two Japanese men continued to snore with his eyes downcast, while the other wore a frivolous smile and kept looking at everyone.

Even Jiang Xia was glanced at by him several times.

"この Yan, He Du Jian て も full き ま せ ん よ." A sentence came out of the little book's mouth.

Before the junior translator could speak, Junichiro stood up:

"It seems the situation has reached a stalemate~~ Well then, I have some good news for you all!"

Junichiro then pulled out a few more sheets of paper from his bag and placed them boldly in the middle of the conference table, gesturing to everyone to take them.

"Considering your difficulties with foreign exchange, and since we were the first to change the terms this time, therefore..."

"To show our sincerity, we will allow you to use some supplies instead of US dollars. Please take a look!"

Junichiro walked and talked, and at the end, he even spread his arms wide:

"歓声を上げよう、これは大日本Empireの栄光です."

Everyone was busy looking at the list and ignored the somewhat neurotic little notebook's frantic shouting.

The young translator stammered a couple of words, but seeing that no one asked him what he meant, he swallowed his words back. However, his flushed face made him look a little strange.

Junichiro walked around the large table in the conference room.

He picked up the teacup, flashed it at Jiang Xia and Director Liu, and grinned:

"A cup of tea, a cup of tea."

He then turned to the young translator and gestured:

"This sentence can be translated!"

The translator looked at Jiang Xia and said, "He also wants a cup of tea."

Jiang Xia shook the kettle in his hand; there was still some water left.

Too lazy to care about anything else, I just poured the rest of the water into the teacup in the notebook.

"Hmm? Tea seven, wine ten? It seems the little one does know about the way of tea!"

Xiao Benzi looked at the teacup, which was seven-tenths full, and smiled with interest.

Tea ceremony? Jiang Xia knows nothing about it; he usually just fills his big tea mug to the brim.

Moreover, the tea leaves belonged to the master.

Jiang Xia stepped forward without making a sound, glanced at the list, and seeing his interest, the notebook handed him a copy.

"A technical secondary school student who speaks Japanese?"

Jiang Xia shook his head.

Seeing Jiang Xia shake his head, Xiao Benzi nervously twitched the corner of his mouth again: "You can learn it, and in the future you can go to our country to broaden your horizons. Do you need me to be your introducer?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the sound of turning over documents instantly disappeared.

Jiang Xia clearly felt several intense gazes sweeping over him. Looking up, he saw that the stern gazes were directed at Director Liu and Minister Hu.

Strangely, on the other side, an old man with a long beard wasn't stern, but rather exuded... envy?

Jiang Xia gave a clean smile to the several gazes, flashing her white teeth—exactly eight in total.

"You little bastard, you're trying to poison my mind."

Jiang Xia cleared her throat. "Mr. Ichiro, you seem to be very familiar with our language?"

“Obviously!” Junichiro shrugged again.

"Have you ever heard a folk song?"

"You want to perform? Sure, sure!"

Jiangxia took a step back and focused his energy in his dantian:

"Big sword, forward!"

"Cut off the heads of those Japanese devils!"