A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Tense! The old man Tanaka that Junichiro was supporting had been so frightened that he fell to the ground.

But Junichiro didn't dare to move. He just raised his head slightly and stared straight at the young man in front of him who also had a smile on his face.

The blade of the katana was aimed directly at Junichiro's neck. The young man loosened his grip on the katana. As if casually, he pressed it down slightly.

The blade began to move up and down, its sharp edge slicing back and forth along Junichiro's neck like a razor.

"Tsk tsk, don't move, or the blood will splatter and be hard to clean up."

Then the young man looked at the old man Tanaka who was lying on the ground, "However, in your little Japan, is being killed by your own family heirloom sword considered an honor?"

"A family heirloom sword?"

Upon hearing the young man's words, old man Tanaka sprang to his feet. His dim, yellowed eyes widened as he stared intently at the hilt of his katana.

"A nail pattern on a roundel!" the old man exclaimed in surprise.

He then looked at the young man and said, "Where did you find this job?!"

This old man understands Chinese too!

The young man put on a gentle smile again: "My father got this from the battlefield, here you go~"

The young man pointed to a large nick in the katana: "A demon sword, cut in two. Tsk tsk... pretty tragic."

Old man Tanaka gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, completely ignoring Junichiro beneath it, and swayed from side to side, trying to pull the sword out.

However, Junichiro wasn't stupid. Just as the old man drew his sword, he silently slipped out from the blade.

The old man was old and frail, and the young man had plunged the knife in so deeply that it was not easy to pull out. In the end, he could only lean against the door frame, panting heavily.

Junichiro let out a long breath and steadied himself: "Conditions?"

"I bought the slag for $800 and then signed the contracts I had already negotiated with those guys inside."

"Eight possibilities!"

"Oh, and this too?"

The young man was tossing a comma-shaped stone up and down in his hand. The stone was slightly blood-red, with a round hole in the very center, as if a rope had once passed through it.

Junichiro scoffed, "You think it's the Imperial Seal of the State? It's just a piece of junk!"

Junichiro suddenly felt a tightness in his arm, turned his head and saw that it was old man Tanaka.

At that moment, he was gripping Junichiro's arm tightly, his fingernails trembling.

"Nyūgyōtama! (Japanese)"

"What is a 'Nyōmagatama'?" (in Japanese)

"Ichiro, bring it back! That person once brought the magatama to this land! Only by retrieving it can our family advance further!"

Junichiro was silent for a moment: "400 US dollars per ton of slag, the cost of the high-frequency furnace and chemical equipment will be deducted from that!"

"700!"

"450!"

"700!"

"460! That's all! The quotes you found are inflated. For large transactions, 400 is the absolute maximum." Junichiro tugged at his collar in frustration.

The young man casually stuffed the stone into his bag: "Wait!"

Next, I walked towards the stairwell.

There, a soldier carrying a walkie-talkie was standing there at some point.

After the report, the young man suppressed a laugh, stood at attention, and answered, "Yes, sir."

"Alright, let's do it this way! Let's go sign the contract!"

The Chinese representatives in the conference room stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

"what's the situation?"

Despite their doubts, they signed the contract at lightning speed.

The majority of the contracts went to the Ministry of Metallurgy, while the fertilizer equipment and preparation processes from the Ministry of Chemical Industry seemed like mere add-ons.

One set of ultra-high frequency electric furnace and two sets of medium frequency electric furnaces together cost more than 30 million US dollars, which is more than ten times the value of the entire chemical equipment.

However, the benefits brought by this internationally advanced electric furnace are self-evident.

The most basic point is that electric furnaces can melt metal quickly, greatly shortening the melting time and increasing the production capacity of steelmaking enterprises.

Especially in this era of extreme pursuit of production capacity, it is no exaggeration to call it a powerful tool.

With the dust settled, the two notebooks finally drew their samurai swords.

After failing to obtain the jade pendant, he staggered out of the chemical engineering department and disappeared into the crowd.

Vice Minister Wang of the Ministry of Metallurgy finally shut his mouth, which had been agape, and looked at the young man:

"Comrade, what's going on?"

Unexpectedly, the young man's smile vanished. "First, write a self-criticism. Submit it to the relevant department yourself. Be proactive!"

He said and turned to leave.

The young man's behavior didn't intimidate Minister Hu. "Hey, Wang Kui, how can you guarantee that the little notebook will fulfill the contract? Don't waste your breath, or you'll end up like a monkey trying to catch the moon's reflection!"

Wang Kui turned around, still smiling, though with a hint of coldness in his expression.

"That's perfect! I've been wanting to visit Japan for a long time. You keep your word, Mr. Hu!"

"If a gentleman can tolerate this, what cannot?"

"Don't say you didn't predict what you said!"

Minister Hu laughed and cursed, "He's a bastard too, so bloodthirsty!"

Then, glancing at the group of representatives who had gathered to join in the fun, he said, "Alright, take your time with your self-criticisms. The meeting room is yours to use today, no venue fee!"

Vice Minister Wang, referring to Hu Jintao, pointed at Minister Hu and said, "That's not fair!"

"That's not fair. We should have waited until you signed it before we talked!" Minister Hu gave him a deep look.

………………

At Li Changfu's bedside, Minister Hu, who had rushed over, was giving instructions to Director Liu.

Jiang Xia curiously played with the pale red stone.

"Brother Wang, do you mean that the thing that Uncle Wei forced on me is that magatama?"

Wang Kui was also stunned: "What is this Eight-Foot Magatama? Didn't you tell me about it? You said it was some kind of national treasure from a little book?"

"I was just saying that~~"

"So you used it to fool those little notebooks?"

Jiang Xia was both amused and exasperated, and gave Wang Kui a thumbs up.

It turned out that while Jiang Xia was digging wells all over the Red Star Commune, Old Man Wei really sent someone to bring three items over, asking Jiang Xia to choose one, saying that he had promised Young Master Jiang a long time ago.

People in Beijing are adamant about their word; if they don't choose him, it means Young Master Jiang is looking down on him.

Compared to the other two obviously bronze artifacts, Jiang Xia, feeling helpless, simply picked up the stone.

During a break from drilling the well, Jiang Xia got bored and somehow started telling the mythological stories from the little notebook.

Pointing to a stone that looked like a comma, he told Wang Kui that this was the magic tool for making notebooks.

"Yasakama"

Unexpectedly, the straightforward Wang Kui actually took it seriously and used the stone that Old Man Wei had dug out from who-knows-where to fool the Japanese.

But is the usually shrewd Little Notebook so easily fooled?

Beijing Hotel.

Inside a luxury guest room.

Junichiro sat upright in a grand chair, while the old man Tanaka knelt beside him, taking gauze and wrapping a thick bandage around Junichiro's neck.

"Tanaka, your performance today was excellent. You perfectly captured that pain and hope!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Patriarch!"

"Hahaha~~ I was just wondering how to continue this charade, but this young man who suddenly appeared has done us a favor!" Junichiro stood up and spun around excitedly.