A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Your hair is even whiter than mine!"

Master Liu helped his apprentice up and leaned closer to examine him closely.

Upon hearing this, Secretary Xie lowered his head slightly.

"Master Liu, don't stand, have a seat!"

Sister Chunxia, ​​with a smile, invited the two of them to sit down.

Liang San'er did not answer his master's question. What was there to say? Everyone was the same; some were completely clueless.

"Master, it's nothing. I didn't know you were here, otherwise I would have come to pick you up!"

Liang San'er seemed to have returned to the state of learning his skills under his master. He gripped Master Liu's arm tightly with both hands, and tears streamed down his face as he spoke.

"Master, I miss you so much!~~"

One of the four great joys in life is meeting an old friend in a foreign land, let alone one's own teacher!

With Master Liu taking the lead, the experienced chefs at the next table also stood up and looked at the workers eating nearby.

Will the face I remember appear over there?

Some of the workers couldn't contain themselves and stood up, craning their necks to look in this direction.

"Dogboy, is that you?"

An old, hunched-over craftsman suddenly shouted.

A figure immediately darted out from the crowd and ran towards them.

As he ran closer, he slowly stopped, and as if eager to return home, he softly spoke:

"Master, it's me, Gouwazi. Master~~~~"

The old master took a few steps forward, trembling, and the figure that ran out immediately pushed the mountain of gold and toppled the jade pillar.

They kowtowed repeatedly.

"Master, Master, your unfilial disciple kowtows to you!"

The hard ground left his forehead red and swollen.

The old man hurried a few steps, knelt down, and hugged the man's head: "My child..."

After holding him for a while, the old man pulled the man's head out of his arms and examined it carefully.

"I've lost weight, and I've aged."

The old man pulled the man again, tucked his head under his arm, and punched the man in the back with his fist.

"You've been gone for eight years without a single word!"

The experienced craftsman's fist pounded on the man's back, making a loud thud. Then, the craftsman quickly touched the man's back and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt! Master, please give me a few more taps. I haven't felt this in years, I really miss it~~"

……

In this way, several pairs of masters and apprentices recognized each other in the cafeteria.

The others who were disappointed watched with envy, then secretly shed tears, and a feeling of homesickness permeated the entire cafeteria.

Jiang Xia also withdrew her hopeful gaze. No, that thin figure really wasn't here.

Looking back at Liang San'er, "One generation has suffered the hardships of five generations."

Then look at Secretary Xie, who clearly has a military style: "One generation fought the battles of five generations."

Jiang Xia looked up slightly: "Try your best. It's too cold; your tears will freeze."

Secretary Xie was also deeply moved; he was human too, and had a soft spot in his heart.

But there's no way around it, work still has to be done, emotions may surge, but they still have to be brought back.

Secretary Xie looked at Sister Chunxia and nodded slightly.

After Sister Chunxia calmed down, she called out twice and stood on the table. With her starting, everyone softly sang along.

"A wide river flows, the wind carries the fragrance of rice blossoms to both banks..."

……

"This is our powerful motherland, the place where I was born and raised. On this warm land, there is peace and sunshine everywhere!"

After the last line was sung, everyone stood up from their seats.

"Comrades! Comrades! I know you're all homesick, but... don't forget what we do!"

"Comrades, the strength of our motherland depends on us! Although the previous experiment failed, we have found the cause and are just waiting for the expert team to complete the review!"

"They've brought us brand new equipment from Beijing again..."

Secretary Xie also stood on the dining table, clenching his fist and raising it above his head:

"With these, tell me, can we complete the mission?"

"Can, can, can!"

"Alright, let's get ready, rebuild the parts, and launch the 1059!"

"Only by fighting our way out can we bring peace and sunshine to this land!"

"Smash it! A single punch can ward off a hundred!"

"Only by fighting back can we make those people understand that our country is incredibly strong and will not tolerate insults!"

The crowd exploded instantly.

For a time, cries of "Fight back, smash imperialism!" were heard everywhere.

Jiang Xia and Wang Kui also raised their fists, shouting until their faces turned red.

Just as people's emotions were being rekindled, the square-faced man found Jiang Xia and Wang Kui: "It's time to set off!"

Jiang Xia gazed longingly at the crowd, as if trying to imprint the moment before her into her mind.

Then he turned his head and said, "Let's go!"

The two men silently followed the square-faced man as he quietly left the stage.

Before leaving, Jiang Xia placed a detailed operating plan and troubleshooting procedure for the machine tool next to Liang San'er.

……

It's still that same nameless platform.

The square-faced man watched as Old Wang led Little Dumb Hair into the freight car.

"Hey, can't you let others enjoy a soft sleeper?"

"Do you know what safe and controllable means? Learn from me!" Wang Kui produced a bright red honeycomb briquette from somewhere and tossed it around in his hand.

Seeing that Jiang Xia was struggling to climb into the carriage, he simply kicked him up.

Jiangxia rolled in like a gourd, followed by a thud.

"Wang Kui, you son of a bitch!"

Wang Kui shrank back; it was too cold. He hadn't controlled his strength well and gave the square-faced man an awkward smile.

"Where are they going this time? Are they going to run away again?"

"No, it's been a little over two hours. We've reached the finish line. Ejin Banner!"

"Oh, this is the outer perimeter~~"

Wang Kui nodded, took a step and climbed into the carriage, throwing the coal into the stove.

"Huh? What? Naqi? This is...Inner Mongolia? You tricked me, kid!"

Wang Kui suddenly turned his head and looked at the square-faced man.

"Hahaha, you old Wang with three first-class merits, you've finally met your match! When we get back, we'll have something to talk about!" The square-faced man tossed another pack of cigarettes over.

Jiang Xia, clutching the large bump on his head, excitedly snatched the pack of cigarettes into his hand.

By the light of the platform lamps, I exclaimed, "Hey, that's a great name. Watch my righteous 'iron fist'!"

Jiang Xia clenched his fist and punched Wang Kui on the back, who was starting a fire.

The platform lights shone on the cigarette pack, which prominently displayed an image of a fist smashing the three mountains of "imperialism," "feudalism," and "bureaucratic capitalism," with the words "Invincible" printed on one side.

How fitting for the occasion.

The carriage door was resealed with lead, and Jiang Xia waved goodbye to him, regardless of whether the square-faced man could see it or not.

Then they continued to administer kidney blows to Wang Kui.

After finishing,

"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

"Pain my ass, get lost!"

"Wait a minute?" Wang Kui recalled the scene in the cafeteria. "Jiang Xia, you little rascal, you've really gone too far!"