A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Playing is about playing, making trouble is about making trouble.

The workers at the steel rolling mill are of very high quality. The connections between the pipes were done extremely well, and each connection was made with high-quality hemp fiber and lead-based grease.

The lead-based grease contains graphite powder, and the installers were quite annoyed to see themselves covered in black ink.

However, everyone was equally incompetent, and the somewhat strenuous installation work made a mess of the young men's carefully decorated exterior.

After all, seeing the female workers' hands, which were somewhat unbearable to look at, the young man from the steel mill, bursting with strong masculine spirit, no longer cared about his somewhat hypocritical appearance.

He was simply focused on getting his comrades to enjoy the warmth of the heater as soon as possible.

However, this action earned him a different look from the female workers.

"This is a decent person. The ones in front are disgusting to look at."

The female workers whispered among themselves, and some even offered handkerchiefs to the young man, who was covered in sweat. The young man was quite surprised.

This also shows that the young men are not very knowledgeable.

You know, the women in the textile factory chatted all day long. The older women who had started families had already distilled their life experiences into relevant insights and passed them on.

Naturally, they are well aware of the tricks and methods men use these days.

Of all the things that have happened, only sincerity wins people's hearts.

These guys got lucky, didn't they?

Many hands make light work, and a young man under the watchful eyes of a beautiful young woman is even more powerful.

Iron Army can carry five three-meter-long iron pipes at a time.

Old Wang can carry two of these combined radiators, each one meter wide and two meters long, at a time.

Even the bulky and heavy pressure pump was carried by Wang Tiezhu and three young men.

"No, Uncle Wang, don't you have a child? Don't you say you can't afford to die?"

"Is there a conflict between having kids and not having a wife? Adult matters are none of the little brat's business!"

"Old Wang! Someone seems to be following me!"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'll come get you later. I just learned first aid from my comrades in Tianshan!" Old Wang flashed his big white teeth at the girl without turning his head. "My kid's naughty at home, I'll go teach him a lesson later!"

Jiangxia Petrochemical: "Comrades, fellow workers, beauty is a knife!"

Nobody paid him any attention. His coworkers were dragging the modified blast furnace—no, it should be called a small boiler—with a "heave-ho, heave-ho" sound.

Upon reaching the designated location, they didn't even need to use the iron gourd; the strong young men, shouting in unison, pushed it upright. Perhaps spurred on by the young man who received the handkerchief, the young men, despite the cold weather, took off their cotton-padded coats, revealing their well-developed pectoral muscles, and began to secure the pipes on the wall with large iron sledgehammers.

This drew pointing and whispering from the female workers nearby.

Youthful hormones permeated the entire textile factory...

In the evening, the two small boilers were started.

All the pipes passed the first pressure test. Now, Jiangxia is worried about the heat dissipation effect of the radiators.

But as the valve opened, hot air rushed in, and it worked!

The factory manager of the textile factory, who was eating a blackened cornbread with Jiang Xia, said, "Hey, that's impressive. The temperature has risen but there's still no open flame. We're most afraid of fire here."

"Last year I set up a stove in the workshop and almost set the factory on fire."

After saying that, the woman casually put the bits of cornbread stuck to the corner of her mouth back into her mouth.

"Hey kid, can you heat things up on this radiator?"

"It's possible, but I don't recommend putting too many in, as it will affect heat dissipation efficiency..."

"Hey kid, is the hot water in here safe to drink?"

"No, the water isn't boiled. And there's no automatic liquid replenishment system; we need to manually monitor the water level, otherwise it will be a problem if it boils dry."

"This seems like a lot of trouble, kid. Could you send someone over to keep an eye on things?"

Jiang Xia was taken aback. Wasn't this the proper thing to do?

Oh right, there's no such thing as after-sales service or warranty these days.

Jiang Xia turned to look at his eager friends beside him: "Okay, sending a few people to maintain it every day is no problem."

"The people who come each time might be different, since the young men in the factory all have to work. They're sacrificing their rest time to come and maintain the equipment!"

"Oh~~~" the factory manager drawled out, but her face showed an expression of someone who had been through it all.

"Okay, then thank you to these young men!"

The textile factory manager was very satisfied. She had just walked around the workshop and found that while it wasn't as warm as spring, at least her hands weren't freezing anymore. That was great!

A few young men who volunteered to look after the heating stoves were left behind, while the rest of the group reluctantly climbed into the truck bed.

On the Yellow River mini jeep, Jiangxia was watching so closely that Old Wang was practically sweating bullets.

"Brother, I'm almost 30. It's understandable that I have some thoughts now and then, right?"

"Hmm, I'm just curious, how did you manage to avoid being pressured to get married? Did your family just let you drift along like this until now?"

"Tsk, running all over the place, you've fallen behind. Even if the eldest brother doesn't criticize the second brother, you're no different..."

"That was pure revolutionary friendship!"

"Ah……"

Jiangxia was incompetent and furious.

……

Late at night, at an airport.

The impressively fast An-2 has finally flown back from the Northeast.

Li Changfu and his group got into a small jeep, driven by a junior officer.

Upon arriving at the camp, the man smiled apologetically at Li Changfu and his wife, saying, "Driving at night is not safe. Please rest in our dormitory first, and I will take you back to the city early tomorrow morning."

Li Changfu's back was practically aching from all the jolting. The nickname "An-2 aerial tractor" was truly fitting; not only was it slow, but its ability to withstand turbulence was also poor. After all, it could only fly to a little over 4000 meters.

"Are you all leaders of Factory 112?" the officer asked again.

Li Changfu waved his hand, "I'm just an old man, not some leader. The three behind me are. What, do you need them for something?"

"Well, I have a score to settle with them!" The last few words were practically spat out between clenched teeth.

Before he could finish speaking, the lieutenant clenched his fist and swung it at Xiong Da.

The master's wife was supporting her old man when she was caught off guard by the officer's sudden attack. She tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Fortunately, Xiong San saw that things were not going well and grabbed his hand tightly from the side.

Then Xiong San opened his mouth to call for help, but the officer was also fierce. Seeing that his hand was being restrained, he smashed a hammer down on Xiong San's head.

The master's wife realized what was happening and kicked the officer in the back of the knee, causing him to hunch down.

The headbutt hit Xiong San squarely in the stomach, causing him to gasp for breath. Xiong San, who had wanted to shout "Help!", held his breath and his face turned red.

The master's wife then launched a three-hit combo from behind, knocking the officer to the ground.

Xiong San came running over noisily, pulled out his belt, and tied the officer up tightly. He then plopped down on top of him. Xiong Er casually stuffed the heated cloth bag he was carrying into the officer's mouth.

After finishing all that, Xiong Sancai, panting heavily, said, "You're American, aren't you? Let me tell you, I used to be a prisoner-capturing officer!"

"Tell me, what do you want with us here?!"