A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiang Xia felt a surge of excitement upon smelling the pungent disinfectant.

Hehe, it's been a long time since I've seen the little doctor, he smells awful.

I opened my eyes and a deeply lined old face appeared before me.

"Master Ding?"

"Eh!"

Hearing Jiangxia's strange accent, Li Changfu became a little anxious.

"Doctor, Lao Liu! Come quick! My apprentice has a brain problem!"

An elderly man in a long gown walked briskly over.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Without saying a word, he took a flashlight and shone it into Jiang Xia's eyes.

They then used a tongue depressor to pry open Jiang Xia's mouth and examined it carefully.

Then he placed his left hand on Jiangxia's pulse point and closed his eyes slightly.

“This child doesn’t recognize me! He calls me Master Ding!” Li Changfu said nervously.

"Man?"

The old man switched hands and continued the diagnosis.

"The pulse is a bit slippery, but that's because you're tired."

"Really!" Li Changfu breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing what Old Liu said.

"Yes, that's right. Low blood sugar usually kills someone before it even damages their brain."

"!"

"Haha, just kidding! Low blood sugar only damages the brain if it lasts for more than 3 hours. Your precious apprentice will be fine. At most, he'll become a little dumber."

"what?"

"What? Isn't it good to be a little dumber? At least he can take care of you in your old age, so you don't have to suffer the consequences before he does. Don't blame me if you're a white-haired old man crying over your black-haired son!"

After saying that, ignoring Li Changfu's remorseful expression, the old doctor winked at Jiang Xia: "Young friend, what are your thoughts on meeting again?"

Jiang Xia grinned: "I feel completely drained!"

"Tsk, this is troublesome; it's damaged the foundation!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Li Changfu held the old doctor's arm tightly: "Old Liu, you're a capable man. You have to help the child, he's not even married yet!"

"No problem, no problem. Let him rest for now! I'll go get him some medicine!"

As he spoke, the old man winked at Jiang Xia again, then turned and left.

"Tsk, Master. How did I get here?"

"It's okay, sweetie~~ get some rest."

Then Li Changfu glared at Yang Youning and Minister Yang, who were looking somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Let's go outside and talk about what happened."

It turned out that after Jiang Xia fainted, Li Tiejun, who had been paying close attention to him, was the first to shout.

At first, everyone thought Tie Jun was surprised that the machine tool only took three minutes to process the data. It wasn't until they heard Tie Jun shout that something had happened to Jiang Xia that they realized what was going on.

They hurriedly prepared to send Jiangxia to the clinic, but Li Huaide reminded them that the junior doctor at the clinic was not very useful.

Minister Yang simply brought Jiang Xia to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, where they became master and apprentice sharing a room.

Upon hearing that Jiangxia had repaired another machine tool, a rare self-propelled turning, boring, and milling lathe, Li Changfu clicked his tongue, unsure of what to say.

"Alright, now that the lathe is fixed, let that kid rest. And you guys, don't overuse him just because he's easy to work with!"

Li Changfu looked at the two men surnamed Yang in front of him, his tone rather unfriendly.

Minister Yang glanced at Yang Youning, who remained silent and hesitant to speak, and sighed. He then defended Yang Youning, saying, "Old Li, don't blame him. The problem doesn't lie with him!"

Looking at the people coming and going in the corridor, Minister Yang pushed open the door of the ward and led the two back into the room.

Jiang Xia looked at them with a puzzled expression.

Minister Yang sat on Jiang Xia's hospital bed, patted Jiang Xia's head, and asked, "Are you feeling better? Just listen to what I'm about to say as a story."

"Our big brother wants to buy 50 of our awesome Plus cameras!"

"They offered an extremely high purchase price, but demanded delivery next week!"

Li Changfu and Jiang Xia stared wide-eyed at Yang Youning, who shrank back and said, "I was only notified this morning when I went to ask for the blueprints for the C620 and that German lathe."

"I knew I couldn't go to the ministry!"

Li Changfu frowned: "This is a good thing! Our factory can earn foreign exchange now, right?"

Minister Yang shook his head.

"Speaking of which, this matter is still related to you and your apprentice."

"Remember when you and your apprentice teamed up to find flaws in the blueprints? Big Brother is using that as an excuse to launch another attack!"

Why do I say that?

The big brother was very dissatisfied with China's contact with the Western camp, believing that the former little brother had betrayed its principles.

Taking advantage of the West Germans' actions of diluting the issue, he launched into a long-winded tirade that all people from the West are bad. He also heavily mocked China's practice of exchanging precious rare earth elements for equipment.

He said he never took more than what his younger brother had.

However, China remained neither humble nor arrogant, and firmly rejected its elder brother's offer by stating that this was an internal affair.

The rapid arrival of the first phase of equipment for the small notebook made the other side even more restless.

Feeling that they had been "deeply penetrated by the enemy," they immediately demanded the restoration of aid, provided that the "joint fleet" was re-established.

Can you agree to that?

It's definitely not possible!

As a result, the two sides were once again at an impasse.

Perhaps to ease the tension, the negotiating representative from the Big Brother side brought up the "funny story" of the small piece of equipment arriving in port but China being unable to ship it out. (Was this really to ease the tension?)

They also want to use this to prove that people in the West harbor malicious intentions. (The truth is, they want to prove that things in China cannot escape their control.) (Fill in the blank yourself.)

They even said that without their help, the synthesis tower would just sit in the port and rust.

"Oh, wait a minute. I forgot that you Chinese have a large population. According to your own Chinese saying, there's strength in numbers. You could gather a bunch of laborers and carry that tower all the way to Bingzhou!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the representatives of the older brother group became much more excited.

He also started smoking a cigar.

The majority of the Chinese representatives had grim faces.

"Go check if it's true."

A sprightly elderly man with a Sichuan accent gestured to his secretary behind him.

Before long, a simple report was handed to the old man.

The old man looked on with a gloomy face, but unexpectedly, the more he looked, the more he smiled, and in the end, he slapped the table and laughed.

"Dozorov? What are you laughing at? Are you embarrassed by this funny incident?" The leader looked at him and asked, puzzled.

The old man ignored him and handed the materials to the person next to him.

"You guys always say I'm a little firecracker, but I think this little thing is the real 'little firecracker'!"

"Wow, five little cannons pulled nearly 20 tons of stuff. Hahaha~~"

As the old man laughed, the Chinese personnel began passing the report among themselves.

After reading it, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

The older brother finally realized something was wrong.

At the old man's instruction, a report was quickly translated into the other party's language and handed over.

"Hmph! Fake news!"

"Dozorov, I didn't expect your style of exaggeration to be so prevalent! How could such false information be submitted to your level?"

"It seems you have truly been corrupted by the Western world!"

The old man stood up; though not tall, he was remarkably upright.

"Hey, the truth will out. Your intelligence work is so good, why don't you investigate yourselves!"

The old man then pulled out a pack of white cigarettes: "You have cigars, I have Panda cigarettes, how about we see which one is better to smoke?"

"Hmph! Fine, let's have a tractor race!"