A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Yes, we have finally completed what the Americans asked us to do. We have also successfully made the Chinese people think that they have found our weakness."

Old man Tanaka followed behind, nodding in agreement.

"However, Master, this old minister does not understand why we have to go through such a roundabout way. Why not just sell the equipment to the Americans at a discount, as they instructed?"

"Ah, Tanaka-san, do you know that what is hard-earned is what is truly precious? What is easily obtained is never valued."

Junichiro walked up to the military knife and pulled the blade out.

"The Americans are only thinking about bringing China into their camp to fight against that big northern country."

"shallow!"

"They don't know that I, Junichiro, have already discovered the laws governing how this world will operate from now on!"

"In the future world, standards will reign supreme!"

"Use it, the better you use it, the more indispensable it will be to them. You should know that our standards are different from their current standards, even for screws."

“And this!” Junichiro casually tossed the military knife to the ground. “It’s too obvious!”

"The master is wise!"

"Have the cabinet issue a statement saying that our Jiang family has spent a fortune to find a priceless treasure! Unfortunately, China is too greedy, and our Jiang family cannot support it alone. We call on the public to donate generously!"

Old man Tanaka's eyes lit up: "Brilliant! This way, our losses are completely transferred!"

"Not only that, but in that case, that broken stone must be a Qiong Gouyu!"

"Our Dajiang clan will become the number one family possessing such a treasure!"

Junichiro's neurotic laughter echoed in the room.

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At the same time, Jiang Xia's eyes crinkled with laughter.

To express his gratitude to Li Changfu and his apprentice for their support, Minister Hu specially arranged for a batch of "defective" Liberation rubber shoes to be sent to the steel rolling mill.

Of course, although it is called a "defective product", everyone knows the actual situation. It is just that the color is a little yellow.

The steel rolling mill had previously used "defective products" to exchange for goods with other factories, but in the rubber shoe factory under the Ministry of Chemical Industry, "defective products" were highly sought after, and it was impossible for them, who were just playing with steel plates, to get their hands on them.

You know, if you wear a pair of liberation shoes now, it's like showing off to your friends in front of them wearing "Air Force One" in the future.

That's right, it's that impressive.

Even more impressively, the Ministry of Chemical Industry, "in order to thank Li Changfu and his apprentice for their special contributions in the relevant negotiations, specially allocated them internally to the steel rolling mill." Along with the rubber shoes, a lengthy letter of thanks was also sent.

In no time, Li Changfu and his apprentice's reputation for "exchanging skills for rubber shoes" spread throughout the factory.

After all, it's your own business if you have the ability, but it feels completely different if you have the ability to make everyone in the factory enjoy the benefits together.

However, Jiangxia and his apprentice are not in the factory now, so they can't hear those praises.

Donglaishun.

Beneath the antique marble archway, the two wooden doors finally opened.

Sure enough, Jiang Xia kept urging Li Changfu to eat more mutton, saying that high-protein foods help wounds heal, and dragged his master and mistress, along with Wang Kui and Director Liu, straight over.

Minister Hu was invited by his superiors to report directly to the authorities, thus missing a golden opportunity to crack down on the local tyrants in Jiangxia.

Upon entering the hall, several palace lanterns hang from the ceiling, giving it an antique feel. More than ten square tables are arranged in a row inside the hall.

It was lunchtime, and the place was bustling with activity.

After all, there are many people with high salaries in Beijing, so it's not a problem for them to come here for a meal occasionally.

The group found an empty seat and sat down. The waiter immediately brought over a pot of tea, along with a row of teacups and a menu.

Jiang Xia curiously opened it and found that it contained pictures and words, looking even more exquisite than menus from later generations.

After all, people in later generations wouldn't be so extravagant as to hire a master of traditional Chinese painting to hand-paint the dishes.

"Hey, Master. Weren't waiters supposed to be pretty arrogant these days? This one seems quite nice."

Li Changfu slowly picked up the teapot and poured a cup for everyone.

"It's alright now, but didn't you see back when the public-private partnership was first established? In winter, when we ate mutton, nobody came to eat it!"

"This matter even made it into the newspapers and alarmed the teachers!"

"Wow! Whether or not a piece of mutton is delicious or not, it's enough to bother this old man?"

That's not good at all. Back in 56, it was the second year of the joint public-private ownership.

The People's Daily published a long report saying that not only was Donglaishun's mutton no longer tasty, but Quanjude's roast duck was also subpar, and even the pickled vegetables from Jiangyuan were not good anymore.

This public opinion quickly attracted the attention of those at higher levels.

After visiting several places, we found that the main issue raised by customers was that the mutton was difficult to chew and swallow.

Even chili oil has been replaced with dried chili flakes, and sesame paste has been replaced with peanut butter.

Some people directly stated that this change was caused by the public-private partnership, and used this to criticize the legitimacy of the partnership.

So the teacher wrote that famous calligraphy himself.

"Wang Mazi, Donglaishun, and Quanjude must be preserved forever!"

Since then, Donglaishun has resumed its original production and operation model. The price of mutton has also been changed back to the original price of 1.28 yuan per jin (500g), instead of 1.08 yuan per jin.

The amount of mutton per pound has been changed from being cut into 30 slices to being cut into 60 slices.

Moreover, the waiters' attitude changed from indifference to being treated like royalty.

Jiang Xia took the menu and looked at the words "upper brain", "cucumber strips", "grinding crotch", "big three-pronged", and "small three-pronged" written on it, and felt dizzy.

Who cares about all that? Let's start with three plates of each, and we'll talk about it later if we're still hungry. As for things like winter melon and frozen tofu, Jiangxia didn't even order them.

Carnivorous, and known for their domineering nature!

Before long, a brass hot pot was brought out, with the charcoal fire burning brightly on the ground.

The waiter, with acrobatic skill, stacked several plates high, bringing out all the dishes they had ordered in one go.

When the meat was served, the people at the table didn't care about "spicy, pungent, braised, fermented, or fresh" flavors; they just wanted to fill their stomachs first.

After a hearty meal, everyone went home.

Li Changfu continued to recuperate in the hospital, with his wife accompanying him. Director Liu, having eaten his fill, said he would bring Jiang Xia some nice things tomorrow.

Wang Kui accompanied Jiang Xia, the little brat, back to his master's house to continue lounging on the sofa.

Walking through the alley, I noticed that there were more young people strolling around, groups of three or five young men with one or two girls wandering aimlessly through the alley.

Wang Kui told Jiang Xia to walk closer to the corner of the wall, while he himself stood on the side facing the street.

"Huh? Are you kidding me? That little translator from the Ministry of Chemical Industry said this thing is some kind of jade called Qiong Gouyu, brought to China by some important person. It was the Japanese himself who said it!"

"Tsk, bro. Such an important thing as a notebook being carried around by one person? That's obviously a recipe for disaster!"

"And it just so happens to have fallen into our hands? Believe it or not, even if you give him a pebble, he'll claim it's some kind of family treasure!"

"Playing mind games with the little notebook?"

"Hmm, but this one is quite cunning..."

"Hey, compared to that nonsensical magatama, where did you get that katana?"

"Oh, that's true. The old man in my family killed a Japanese company commander."

"You just took it?"

"Hmm, the old man seems to be from the Baotou area. Maybe he really is someone they associate with."