A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Question: If the ahoge (cowlick) is the real body, how can one escape if captured?

Waiting online, very anxious!

ten minutes later.

No need to answer anymore, it's in the hands of this person whose "merit is equivalent to that of an army soldier".

But the little tuft of hair on its head is too small to move around much.

The two factory managers went to the logistics department to answer questions about production matters.

Jiang Xia was then pulled to a sheltered corner.

"Hey kid, we meet again! Here's the design you promised me!"

"Hey, didn't you say I won the bet?"

"What are you thinking? That's what Lao Zhou said! I never said that!"

You two are both in logistics! You just like to bully me!

Well, thinking about it, it makes sense. If you insist on saying they are two different departments, that wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Ha, you think you can stump me with that?

Design draft?

I even made the samples, okay? I punched several at once, it was no trouble at all.

Seeing that Jiang Xia remained silent, Old Li took out a pack of long, white cigarettes and said, "Oh dear, what a nuisance! How did this thing come out again? Should I risk my life and smoke it?"

Jiang Xia's left hand somehow climbed up, while his right hand pulled out a small badge as if presenting a treasure.

That's right, this little rascal managed to find the Party member badge from later generations.

Although UV coating is no longer available, it is still very delicate and cute.

When Old Li saw the small copper piece, his eyes lit up, and he held it in his hand, slowly stroking it.

"Kid, do you still remember Junichiro?"

Jiang Xia felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the real show was about to begin.

Oh dear, I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot about this little notebook. Remembering that Junichiro had promised to sell him transistors, Jiang Xia couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Old Li waved to "Little Wang," and a small suitcase was brought out by him.

"The transaction was made yesterday, and this item only arrived this morning."

Jiang Xia took a look and saw that it was full of black heads with two antenna-like things, and in the very center there was a small black machine.

It has the Sony logo on it, and TR-55 is written in the upper right corner.

Wow, the Japanese are really generous! They even sent over their first transistor-based pocket radio, the TR-55? (Generous my foot! Jiang Xia has no idea that the Japanese and their American overlord are currently engaged in a price war on transistor radios, with both sides slashing prices like crazy.)

These transistors must be the famous "tunnel diodes".

Judging by the timeline, the little black man should have already started implementing the "market-for-technology" approach to transfer technology from his bald-headed eagle father.

Old Li fiddled with Jiang Xia's ahoge (cowlick) and slowly explained the details of the transaction to him.

Do you remember when Li Huaide got so worked up and said that the logistics staff had taken the pressure cooker but hadn't returned the tractor?

That was all done by people from the old nest.

Because of concerns about public sentiment, this transaction with the Japanese was not made public. Even the asbestos-made air fryer was mixed in with the pots being shipped to Russia; it was switched out halfway through the journey.

As for whether there were asbestos versions of the pot that caused confusion, the people in the old nest didn't care at all.

At the port of Dalian, the handover took place. Junichiro finally obtained the "precious jade" he had longed for, and generously handed over the transistor that Jiang Xia wanted to his people in the old nest.

At the same time, he subtly revealed that this was an extra deal between him and the kids from the steel rolling mill, an attempt to plant a spy for Jiang Xia. Imagining the scene of Jiang Xia pleading for his help under such brutal scrutiny, Junichiro laughed heartily.

Of course, since it was someone from his own backyard who went there, his little scheme was destined to fail. If it had been someone from another department, there might have been a much bigger commotion.

The people in his old nest naturally didn't believe his nonsense.

However, in accordance with regulations, it was still written into a work record and submitted.

That's why the big man from Jinan made an assessment of Xiao Jiang and why the King of Intelligence is here today.

He picked up a transistor, looked at it in the sunlight, and then threw it back into the box.

He picked up the small radio, no bigger than the palm of his hand, and started fiddling with it.

"Wow, this little notebook has made great progress! You really used all these transistors to make a radio? Is it even possible to make one this small?"

Jiang Xia composed himself. Hey, what's the point of hiding anything from this old man? He can see right through you with just a glance.

"No, I want to use it to make transistor computers!"

The old man's eyes flickered: "This pile of stuff can be used to build a computer? 103 is as big as a house!"

"Well, that's why I'm not sure. I thought I'd take this opportunity to try it out myself. If it works, great; if it doesn't, it won't be a burden on the country, right?"

Jiang Xia buried his head in the box and rummaged through it. Damn, the notebook was dishonest; it even had transistors mixed in with the diodes, and the models weren't all the same.

They were all mixed together: those from Bald Eagle, those from the Little Book, those from 50, and those from 53.

Damn, I knew the notebook wouldn't be that authentic, but...

This is truly a wonderful surprise!

Jiang Xia selected two transistors based on their place of origin and then arranged them chronologically.

"Is it okay to exchange all this stuff for a group photo?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Xia pointed to the row above: "Made in the US, from 1950 to 56."

"The bottom row contains notebooks, from 55 to the present!"

Old Li laughed heartily: "Imitation?"

"No, this is called crossing the river by feeling the bald eagle!"

Old Li's eyes flickered: "Is this thing of great use?"

"Have!"

"it is good!"

After the two finished their conversation, Liu Mingzhong, who had also signed the contract, kept glancing over here.

Judging from his bouncy movements, he was clearly extremely excited.

Sitting in his chair, Mr. Li waved to a reporter who was taking pictures non-stop at the signing ceremony. Jiang Xia squatted down next to him, showing eight teeth.

Perfect! Finally, a front-facing photo.

However, since Jiang Xia was still squatting, his granddaughter in later generations felt that the photo was more accurately described as "The General and His Golden Retriever".

"Go ahead, I'll have Liu Ye take this back. If you need anything else, just tell Liu Ye. That kid's treating your No. 66 like his own home!"

Jiang Xia gritted his teeth and walked away. That guy who stole someone's grandma!

Watching Jiang Xia walk away, Old Li took out a black notebook from his pocket, turned to Jiang Xia's page, and found it filled with 4.5 pages of dense text.

He placed the badge next to Jiang Xia's photo: "Hey, it really looks good on."

Seeing Jiang Xia approach, Liu Mingzhong immediately put his arm around his shoulder and exclaimed, "Engineer Jiang, it was worth it! It was worth it!"

Li Huaide scoffed dismissively: "That's called making a profit, making a profit! It's just 2000 units, our little steel cannons can be produced in unlimited quantities!"

But thinking about the price of the Yellow River truck, I can't help but grin. Good heavens, 14,000 yuan a truck! Trucks are definitely more profitable!