A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"There's no need to worry too much at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Dr. Li only had a fever due to an infection, and he's much better now!"

"Let's go take a look!"

Wang Kui shook his head slightly: "I'll have someone take you there. I have other things to do!"

As he spoke, he waved to Director Liu, who had caught up with him, and said, "Comrade Liu Qiming, could you help me look after this kid?"

Director Liu stared at Wang Kui for a long time before suddenly asking, "Have we met in Bingzhou? Were you with so-and-so?"

Wang Kui smiled without saying a word, while Director Liu seemed to be deep in thought.

Peking Union Medical College Hospital, single room.

The master's wife watched with a smile as Jiang Xia showed off to Li Changfu.

"Old man, you're not good enough anymore! Just looking at the blueprints isn't enough! This time you've surpassed your teacher, haven't you?"

The old man's complexion had become much rosier, and although he was smiling, he still said:

Do you know the eighteen maintenance methods for furnace front-end machines?

Do you know how to handle steel piles?

"Hmph! You still have a lot to learn, kid. This isn't enough for you!"

"However~~~, the 'Big Sword March' was sung quite well, let me sing it for you!"

"Hey hey hey~~~"

..............................

Conference room on the fifth floor of the Ministry of Chemical Industry.

The Chinese representatives filled the originally spacious area to the brim.

The person sitting in the main seat was not Minister Hu, but a representative from the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry.

His rank is quite high; his surname is Wang, he is a vice minister, and a strong candidate for the ministerial position.

"Hahaha~~, let's settle on that then!"

"One ultra-high frequency circuit and two medium frequency electric furnaces. All payments will be made in the form of slag! We'll handle the transportation of the slag to Dalian Port, no matter where it comes from!"

"Oh, right, and the fertilizer equipment from the Ministry of Chemical Industry!"

Vice Minister Wang slightly turned his head towards Minister Hu to show that he had not forgotten his revolutionary comrades on this side.

Junichiro's upturned lips showed that he was in a very good mood.

"In that case, let's start with the closer ones. How about we transport the slag from Baotou first?"

Just as the representative from the Ministry of Metallurgy was about to confidently agree...

There was a knock on the conference room door.

When Vice Minister Wang heard the knocking, he subconsciously frowned.

He had instructed them before the meeting not to interrupt unless there was something particularly urgent. After all, such a silly little notebook was a rare sight; what if they suddenly realized what was going on and the deal fell through!

As for the notebook, whether it's used to reclaim land from the sea or build docks, it's none of his business.

Minister Hu glanced at him, then called out towards the door, "Come in!"

A man in military uniform, with a smile on his face and a brown paper bag in his hand, walked in leisurely.

Vice Minister Wang looked at the man with some displeasure.

"Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't disturb me unless it's an emergency?"

The newcomer shrugged, smiled at him, and handed the paper bag to Minister Hu instead.

"After verification, the situation is true!"

After saying that, he ignored everyone's reactions and walked straight out.

Minister Hu opened the kraft paper bag marked "For the Use of the Chinese Academy of Sciences" and took out the documents to look at them.

Perhaps sensing something, the little notebook said somewhat urgently:

"Now that both sides have reached an agreement, let's sign it!"

As he spoke, Junichiro pushed out a document that had been prepared beforehand.

Vice Minister Wang was overjoyed and grabbed his pen, ready to sign.

Just then, Minister Hu suddenly spoke up: "In principle, the slag can be exported, but shouldn't the price be discussed again?"

Vice Minister Wang stopped writing and looked at his notebook.

Junichiro's lips twitched nervously again: "It's just slag, what value could it have? The price we offered is already very reasonable."

Seeing that Minister Hu was still looking at him firmly, he said, "Alright, alright. I know it's not easy for you. Transporting slag from Baotou still requires a lot of labor. How about adding $0.5 per ton?"

Vice Minister Wang's eyes lit up as he looked at Minister Hu.

"You've got guts, Lao Hu, it's gone up a bit again!"

Minister Hu still shook his head: "I think it should be at least $600 per ton!"

Shipping costs are separate!

The words caused a stir not only among the Chinese side but also among the Chinese side.

Has Minister Hu lost his mind? This sudden 60-fold increase—is he really treating the little devil like a fat sheep to be slaughtered?

This is clearly a sign he doesn't want to talk! What's his motive?

Is it because the power has changed that they are resentful?

Before Xiaoben could react, Vice Minister Wang slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Old Hu! What are you doing causing trouble!"

"If you have any grievances, you can talk about them after you come down. The organization will definitely give you an explanation. I advise you not to make a mistake for yourself!"

Minister Hu smiled calmly, pushed the brown paper package in front of Vice Minister Wang, and gestured for him to look at it before making a decision.

Junichiro keenly sensed something was wrong and stared at the paper package for a few moments.

"Hmph, everyone says your country is a land of etiquette, but I never expected you to be such a greedy and unprincipled person! Minister Hu, if you insist on this price, we will consider this an insult to our country!"

"We will cease all negotiations!"

Minister Hu sneered: "Little Japanese, are you representing Japan or your company, you son of a bitch?"

"Our nation of China never insults anyone arbitrarily, unless~~"

"Unless he brought this upon himself!" Vice Minister Wang said through gritted teeth after reading the documents.

"Oh!"

Vice Minister Wang slammed his hand on the table again, propped himself up with both hands, and leaned towards the notebook.

"Don't tell me you didn't know that slag contains tantalum and niobium!"

"Today's latest international market price is $830 per ton for tantalum-niobium ore with a 30% purity!"

"I thought we were friends, Ichiro, you've disappointed me so much!" Vice Minister Wang said with some heartache.

The Chinese representatives began to stir, each eager to see the contents of the document.

Some of the people who had been surrounding the notebook fled as if they had seen a raging flood.

"Oh dear~~ We've been discovered? That's impressive. Was it that little kid?"

Junichiro showed no shame whatsoever, and his neurotic smile returned.

"So what? Vice Minister, can someone who can't even pronounce a friend's name correctly be called a friend?"

"Call me Junichiro! Baka yarou!"

After shouting those words, Junichiro laughed again:

"You will always need our products..."

"320 USD!"

Junichiro shook his finger. "$320, that's today's offer."

"Tomorrow, it will be $300. For every day of delay, the price will drop by $20."

"Choose for yourself, you loser!"

After saying that, Junichiro, with a twisted smile on his face, helped Tanaka-san out of the conference room.

"Heh, you piece of trash, so what if you find out? You still have to obediently sell it to us! (in Japanese)"

"Singing~~~~~~"

With a whooshing sound, Junichiro felt a chill run down his neck before he could even look up.

A samurai sword was pressed against his neck and plunged into the conference room door.