A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

As dusk settled, Jiang Xia, who had been acting crazy all day, sat obediently opposite the two teachers.

After a round of questions and answers, the two teachers gained a concrete understanding of the current machining capabilities of the steel rolling mill.

Yes, that's right. Currently, the steel rolling mill, relying on the only machining centers and high-precision machine tools in the country, has already reached the top of the industry. Naturally, the two teachers want to understand their capabilities in depth.

"In that case, some of our ideas can be tested in advance."

Dean Qian looked at Jiang Xia with a smile and said, "You have many ideas, but they still need to be put into practice. Before, we waited for things to fall into place naturally, but little Jiang's actions are like spraying pesticides into a field. Very good, very good!"

Ok?

Jiang Xia's ahoge stood on end, like a hunting dog that had found its prey. "Dean, little Jiang?"

"Hehehe," Academician Guo changed the subject, "In your twenties, aren't you young compared to us?"

"By the way, you still need to work on the cold rolling line when you get back. How big is the forging press you're planning to make? What method are you going to use?"

The professional questions did indeed make Xiao Jiang start to take things seriously.

"Since we already have a punch press, we don't plan to work on a mechanical closed-type press. We want to go directly to hydraulic free forging, and start with a 20Mn press to test it out. This way, it can be used for your gas cylinders and special pipe fittings from related factories."

Academician Guo nodded in satisfaction: "Small steps, quick progress, not bad. After gaining a certain scale and experience, then climb to the top..."

"Let us know once it's finished. We'll see if you can make the few uniquely shaped tail fins by then!"

"Oh, by the way, I brought back some specially processed books when I came back. When you get back, you can ask my wife for them. She's in Zhongguancun right now."

As he spoke, Academician Guo quickly wrote down the address and handed it to Jiang Xia.

While Jiang Xia was looking at the address, Academician Guo gave Dean Qian a reproachful look.

Dean Qian bowed and begged for mercy.

How are your foreign languages?

"Uh, barely, is that the standard for ordinary conversation?"

Speaking of reading, Jiang Xia felt a little ashamed. Lately, he had been busy with various things, keeping himself incredibly occupied. Although he seemed to have achieved some results, they were still scattered and lacked a systematic approach. He hadn't touched a book in a long time.

"That's good, but language is a key, and it's always good to learn more. Here's what I'll do: I'll write a letter to Peipei, and you can go and study with her every Sunday afternoon. Otherwise, you'll have a hard time understanding those books."

Academician Guo took charge and planned out the entire itinerary for Jiangxia.

What? You don't want to learn a foreign language?

What if the "founder of Chinese Applied Linguistics" personally taught you?

I don't know how you would react, but Xiao Jiang was so excited that his ahoge stood up: Will I get to see "Mr. Li"?

It was late at night. The two teachers left some books for Jiang Xia, admonished him not to be complacent and to continue his studies, and then left in a hurry after refusing Jiang Xia's offer to see them off.

However, before leaving, Xiao Daimao finally got his wish and took a photo with the two teachers.

This time it's a full-face shot!

As for whether or not to sign, does that matter?

Let's see what kind of books the teachers left behind. Dean Qian's book is on organizational management technology - systems engineering; Academician Guo's book is on the deformable coordinate method and the flow of compressible viscous fluids in straight pipes. They are all handwritten manuscripts!

The two teachers walked into the courtyard and shook hands. "Old Qian, I'm heading to Factory 221 now. It seems Old Deng has made a new discovery..."

Dean Qian grabbed his hand and said, "You're treating the airplane like a bed. How can you do that? You should fly less in the future."

"Hey, I studied aviation, I'm not afraid of flying! I'm off!"

"Hey, you've got a tough job running around. So I can only carry five loads at most, but you can carry ten!"

"Hahahaha~~"

Just as Xiao Jiang was rolling around on the bed with the photos and books, trying to figure out how to preserve them, the technician with the badge walked in carrying a thermos.

"Jiang, according to regulations, uh... there's a review process..."

With his ahoge drooping, Jiang Xia reluctantly handed over what he was holding.

"They won't have taken them all, will they?" Xiao Jiang tossed and turned all night.

The next morning, Jiang Xia was woken up very early.

It was that same comrade with the badge from yesterday: "Jiang, you can take the book, but the photos~~"

"I'll give you the photos at a more suitable time!"

A thin, elderly man wearing brown glasses walked in, took off his gloves, and patted Jiang Xia on the head.

"Some things should not be spread."

"How's your grandma? Back in the Jin-Cha-Ji region, she was quite the figurehead! I never imagined her grandson would grow up so big!"

"Also, the special train is leaving in 20 minutes! You'd better get ready, or you'll be stuck eating sand with this old man for the next few years!"

The old man came quickly and left quickly; he walked out as soon as he finished speaking.

Unexpectedly, the foolish and bold Jiang Xia grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"Hehe, Grandpa Nie, the two teachers have concerns, but you don't, do you? Grandma always says you held me, but I don't remember it. Now that we've finally run into each other, we should bring back some local specialties for Grandma to see!"

Old Nie laughed heartily: "You little rascal, you know how to take advantage of others, then hurry up and get on with it!"

three minutes!

After washing my face and getting dressed, I stood next to Mr. Nie. After the flash, the Polaroid camera produced the photo.

Mr. Nie also wrote a message of blessing for his grandmother on the back of the photo.

The photo is excellent, perfectly capturing Mr. Nie's blend of literary and martial talents. However, Jiang Xia's wrinkled clothes next to him lower the overall quality of the photo.

"Alright, go now! We can't keep you here!"

Jiang Xia and Wang Kui were urged by Elder Nie to get into the car. Before Jiang Xia could even settle in, the jeep started speeding away.

The moment the rear wheels went out of the lane markings, the alarm sounded at the base behind.

"Dongfeng is ready to set sail. All departments, please prepare!"

When Jiangxia stepped onto the small platform, the jeep driver got out of the cab and took off his mask.

Hey, isn't this the stray dog? I haven't seen him since last night, how come he's popped up again now?

"As expected of someone wearing a badge, they always appear and disappear without a trace!"

The stray dog ​​gave an awkward smile, then immediately became serious.

"Comrade Jiang Xia, due to time constraints and the need for a simple ceremony, in recognition of your contributions, the base hereby awards you the 'Unknown Medal'!"

As he spoke, he took out the silver bullet and hung it around Jiang Xia's neck.

Next, we stood at attention and saluted.

Jiang Xia clutched the small rocket in his hand: "Uncle Tu Gou, is my... is my dad here?"

The stray dog ​​gritted its teeth and took a step back: "Get in the car!"

Did my dad see me yesterday?

The stray dog ​​raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Jiangxia slowly lowered his head.

Squat down.

He grabbed a handful of yellow sand scattered on the platform and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, without looking back, he rushed onto the train.

As the train drove away, a dragon's roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the desert.

A moment later, a trail of white smoke accompanied the train as it moved forward for a distance before disappearing completely.

There was another soft "thump," but it was too far away to be very clear. Then a gust of sand and gravel, carried by the east wind, pounded hard against the train window.

Jiang Xia pressed his face against the train window, staring intently at the end of the white smoke.

Father, you've succeeded.