A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Bang!

The conference room door slammed shut behind Jiang Xia and Director Liu.

The two exchanged a glance, then walked arm in arm, looking quite happy.

However, both of them had bright footprints on their buttocks.

Well, there's only one in Jiangxia; Director Liu has more, three in total.

"Dude, why did you block my way just now? I had it all planned out. He threw a teacup at me, and I dodged it like that, and just happened to swing it away. Perfect!"

Jiang Xia picked up the kettle and waved it in front of Director Liu.

Director Liu patted the tea leaves off his chest, a smirk playing on his lips, and muttered to himself, "We have to protect our own people. We have to protect our own people!"

As he spoke, he clenched his right hand over his chest, patted it twice, and said to Jiang Xia:

"You're still young, this kind of thing should be done by me. At worst, I'll go down and join my comrades!"

At this point, Director Liu exuded a menacing aura, even stronger than when he was facing the notebook earlier.

It turned out that right after Jiang Xia sang that song, the old Japanese man who had been pretending to be asleep also stopped sleeping.

With a shout of "Baka!", Junichiro threw his teacup at Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia took a step back to dodge, and just as he was about to swing the water bottle in his hand, Director Liu blocked Jiang Xia's way, his thin body like a solid wall.

I really don't know how he managed to cross that 5-meter distance in an instant.

With a left hand as strong as an iron clamp, Junichiro's wrist was gripped tightly, and his blood-red eyes were fixed on the small notebook in front of him.

His right hand reached into his robes, ready to swipe out.

It was only when Minister Hu saw that things were not going well and repeatedly stopped him that the old soldier regained a sliver of his senses.

Subsequently, one person was kicked several times in the buttocks and was kicked out of the meeting room by Minister Hu.

"Tsk, buddy, don't talk like that. Our good days are yet to come. It's not worth it for a little notebook!"

Jiang Xia pointed to the section of a sharp weapon protruding from Director Liu's chest.

Director Liu shook his head and sat down directly on the stairs. Jiang Xia sat down next to him and took out his master's cigarette.

Hey, this is the last one.

"A golden spear, to be handed over to the senior."

Director Liu took it and looked Jiang Xia up and down carefully: "You've done pretty well, kid."

Jiang Xia shook the Taihang Mountain he had initially received from Director Liu, "You're not bad either!"

"The army commander and division commander go up Taihang Mountain, the brigade commander and regimental commander sit in the front of the car, and the battalion commander likes to ring the golden bell..."

Director Liu chuckled: "Company and platoon cadres wield broadswords, revolutionary soldiers face the sunflower!"

"You little punk, you've been in the army before?"

"No, I was just listening to my master's idle chatter."

"Who is your master?"

"The one that chased the golden monkey and threw water bottles at it yesterday!"

Director Liu choked on his smoke and coughed several times. He patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder with his left hand: "Good! Like father, like son! He's a seed of our revolution!"

"However, from now on, let us old folks handle these kinds of things. You have a bright future ahead of you, don't waste it."

Jiang Xia chuckled, took a photo out of his bag, and waved it at Director Liu.

"amulet!"

"Even if we beat him up, at worst we'll have to write a self-criticism."

Director Liu peeked over and, after seeing the signature, gave Jiang Xia a thumbs-up.

Then, he patted his chest and took out the sharp blade.

"This is also my talisman!"

Director Liu pulled it out.

Upon closer inspection, Jiang Xia realized it was a homemade knife, slightly longer than a dagger, and it didn't look very appealing.

The blade was somewhat twisted, with two large nicks and some dark stains stuck to it, as if it were covered in rust.

"This little guy blocked two grenades for me! Look at this, it's from the ** battle, he got hit by a grenade~~"

"This, this big gash, was from when we were capturing prisoners and slashing at each other with the Japanese military knife."

Director Liu started off speaking with some excitement, but his tone gradually became lower.

"I originally made this by hand for one of my little comrades. He was carrying a Type 38 rifle, but he wasn't even as tall as the gun! Hehe, what a little devil..."

It was made for my comrades, so how did it end up back in Director Liu's hands?

The process was obvious. Jiang Xia didn't say much, but simply put his arm around Director Liu's shoulder, and the two remained silent for a long time.

"Do you know who the Minister of Water Resources is now?" Director Liu asked suddenly, his head bowed.

"Hmm, the one about announcing the 'Agreement on the Peaceful Liberation of Beiping'?"

Director Liu nodded: "Back then, we cooperated with him and fought a battle in Baotou."

"Yes, I know. The Battle of Baotou! We slaughtered over 3000 Japanese soldiers, a great victory!"

Director Liu slapped Jiang Xia on the forehead: "Don't interrupt, there aren't that many notebooks. The 3000-plus are puppet troops, the notebooks are less than a thousand!"

"There is a special team in there that calls itself a scientific expedition team."

"The leader has a big slicked-back hairstyle."

"Except for the age not quite matching, he looks exactly like that Ichiro in there!"

Jiang Xia nodded: "Oh, that's possible. I think 'Ichiro' is a term of endearment for the eldest son in Japanese?"

"They have strange names. If a child is born under a tree, it's called 'Under the Tree,' and if it's born in a field, it's called 'Field!'"

Director Liu chuckled, and looking at the few tufts of long hair sticking out on Jiang Xia's head, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch them.

"You mean, you arrested Ichiro's father inside?"

Director Liu remained silent.

He spat out through gritted teeth, "He deserves to die!"

Director Liu kept his head down and continued speaking.

It turned out that when they caught this group of people, they kept shouting that they were civilians and scholars and had no weapons.

They demanded appropriate treatment.

Director Liu observed that their numbers were small and they were indeed not armed.

They sent two soldiers to escort them back to camp and instructed the soldiers to treat them a little better.

Unexpectedly, this group started to cause trouble halfway through the journey.

At first, they were just whispering to each other, and the two young soldiers didn't pay much attention. One of them, a thin man wearing glasses, even tried to get close to the young soldier, saying that they had been wronged and were just ordinary travelers hoping to receive some special treatment.

The young soldiers remained steadfast in their duties and ignored their nonsense.

However, when the group reached a remote valley, the situation suddenly changed.

As if they had planned it beforehand, the group suddenly scattered and ran in different directions.

The two young soldiers were stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and shouted for them to stop. But the men didn't listen and ran even faster.

Left with no other option, the young soldier could only fire a warning shot as he gave chase.

The cunning little notebook launched a surprise attack.

This caused a young soldier to slip and fall off a cliff, and another was hit by stones...

At this point, Director Liu burst into tears.

"Why should I tell those kids to be nicer to them?! Why didn't they just shoot if they noticed anything amiss?!"

Jiang Xia gritted his teeth: "None of those notebooks are good! Good notebooks should be dead notebooks!"

Did those people manage to escape in the end?

Director Liu wiped away his tears: "The one with the slicked-back hair escaped. The rest were all killed by the reserve troops who came after hearing the gunfire."

"So that's why you're paying so much attention to Ichiro?"

Director Liu nodded, then tightened his grip on the short blade in his hand.