A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The car traveled north without stopping along the way.

But Jiang Xia felt like the car was going in circles; after all, he had seen that big iron bridge twice already.

The second time I passed by, it was almost dark.

Never mind him, Professor Guo's book on compressible viscous fluids is just too wonderful, and Jiang Xia got hooked after just one read.

The best way to relieve worries is to read books. Transforming feelings of longing into motivation is much more effective than getting a pep talk.

"If we apply this formula to a hydraulic column, then the achievable compression ratio per square meter is..."

"Wow, that's quite a bit taller. Does that mean the forging machine can be made to produce 100Mn?"

Having calculated this, Xiao Jiang became eager to try it out.

After all, a 100MN forging press can be used to press the turret ring base of a "five-wheel" machine, and the cylinder, head, and key components of large reaction vessels and large hydrogenation reactors in the petrochemical industry can all be forged using a 100MN forging press.

20Mn is good, but 100Mn is even better!

Due to the large-scale deployment of "small steel cannons," the Ministry of Petroleum has begun to worry about fuel supply. They started paying attention to the cold-rolling integrated project at the steel mill as soon as it began construction.

The talented people there had already designed an incremental solution, but the relevant equipment was nowhere to be found. One reason was that others wouldn't sell it to them, and the other was that they couldn't manufacture it themselves.

A group of talented people were sighing and lamenting while holding the blueprints.

Fortunately, a loud bang was heard in the sky, and the steel rolling mill made its dazzling debut.

With ample funding and a comprehensive package of projects included in the project, the Ministry of Petroleum also sent a considerable number of capable individuals to the project team.

Of course, Xiao Jiang didn't know any of this, since he was just thrown into a tanker truck by Wang Kui when the Ministry of Petroleum sent people over.

Inside the carriage, under the desk lamp.

Jiang Xia became increasingly eager to try, so he took out the blueprints for the 20Mn hydraulic forging machine he had designed earlier, changed the relevant data, and hesitated for a while.

Forget it, when a person dies, the bird flies to the sky.

Scanner activated!

One by one, green virtual parts began to construct, and Jiang Xia managed to hold on thanks to the energy from those few pots of fragrant meat.

While waiting for the construction to begin, Jiang Xia grabbed a lunchbox that a train attendant had brought him and started eating.

Hey, it's still warm, not bad.

Seeing Jiang Xia start eating, the train attendant breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, he's eating. The food's been reheated three times already. You little leader, when you get busy, you don't care about anything else, you're practically a general!"

Wang Kui leaned back on the sofa, casually smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, that's what I wanted to ask as soon as I got on. Are all the special carriages like this now? They're almost like houses. It makes me feel embarrassed to sit in them."

"Back then, when I was taught by that person, everyone else was sitting on wooden benches!"

The train conductor thought for a moment, then firmly shook his head: "No, this is the only one in the country right now. It was only recently brought back from abroad!"

"The one you got in return?"

"Hmm! Do you know what an air fryer is?"

Wang Kui laughed when he heard this. "Manager Wang who never sells pots" has become a joke that insiders never tire of telling.

"The people on Xiao Ha's side really love this deep fryer. Our people hauled over a whole trainload, but they said they didn't have the money to pay. In the end, they said they would pay with grain, but the Alliance people took the grain. So, Xiao Ha's side just forced the trainload over."

Wang Kui's mouth twitched. "How the hell can it be like this?"

This should be under the management of Team Leader Wen in logistics, hahaha. I really want to know what his expression will be when he goes through all that trouble to get the air fryer only to end up with this thing.

Well, Wang Kui, with his simple and honest style, naturally looked down on such luxurious cars. In his opinion, instead of spending time arranging furniture, they would be better off cramming in a few anti-aircraft guns, at least that would provide a sense of security.

Of course, would Team Leader Wen, with his dark skin and righteous heart, suffer such a loss?

If he were in the carriage, he would definitely grab Wang Kui by the ear and make him guess what caused those deep indentations on the carpet.

"This car was originally intended for the instructor, but when he came up and saw it, he said it wasn't worth it and said he would give it to Mr. Lianxi. Mr. Lianxi said he wasn't going out lately, so he gave it to General Nie..."

"Hey, I knew it! These kinds of disciplinary inspectors are incompetent at getting things done!"

The train conductor was completely bewildered.

A loud bang interrupted their conversation.

Looking up, I saw Little Dumb Hair crawling on the ground picking up his lunchbox.

"Leave it to me!" The train conductor rushed forward. In his haste, a bright red badge on his chest was revealed.

Wang Kui pouted, "It seems like I'm the only one who doesn't have this thing anymore."

After tidying up, Jiang Xia took advantage of the train attendant's inattention and stuffed all the meat that had fallen on the carpet into his mouth and chewed it vigorously.

I rested for a while while half-lying down before the darkness in front of me finally disappeared.

Ugh, it was working fine in the simulation just now, how come it crashed as soon as I started it?

Jiang Xia closed his eyes and recalled the moment the model collapsed.

Fuselage frame!

Damn it, what an idiot I am! How could I put an open fuselage on it like that? This isn't the future, there's plenty of alloy steel available now.

Let's change it to a closed fuselage and use the casting technique directly. This time it will definitely work!

Just as Jiang Xia struggled to get up and threw himself onto the blueprints to start writing and calculating again.

Wang Kui delivered a karate chop to Jiang Xia's neck.

Jiang Xia collapsed onto the table like a lump of mud, without uttering a sound.

Wang Kui looked at the surprised train conductor: "This is called forced shutdown, and he's the one who taught me!"

The train conductor nodded, and gave Wang Kui a thumbs-up as a side note: "When the general gets busy, his guards have thought of doing the same thing..."

"But you're one of a kind who succeeded. If it weren't for your train at the nameless platform..."

The train conductor clicked his tongue twice and then put the black biubiu back in his pocket.

"Old Wang, I've got a lot to write in my action report!"

"Big sister, can we skip this?"

"Hey, the first person in the hideout to exceed 200 days of confinement is bound to be punished. It has to be at least 365 days, that's more befitting your status!"

"What the heck? It's only been 180 days! How come it's already 200?!"

The train conductor ignored him and picked up the baby, putting him on the bed.

"you guess?"

Meanwhile, deep in the desert.

The dog was also arguing with Director Zhao: "Instructor, you were the one who ordered that this medal be given to the kid! Oh, you said to give him the medal when he leaves! You said that, didn't you!"

Director Zhao tilted his head, rubbing his neck repeatedly with one hand: "I was right. Why the hell didn't you just go directly? Why did you have to come here for me!"

"You're not going to lock up with me anymore! I'm just afraid you'll wake up and scream!"

"You fucking idiot! If I were yelling, why would I be locked up with you? The door wasn't even locked! Guess why!"

"I didn't get killed by the bald eagle, but I almost got killed by you!" Director Zhao cursed as he stormed out of the door.

"Hang him up! Don't let him down for at least 3 hours!"

On a rooftop at the base, Jiang Chuntian unwrapped a white paper package. "The joy of victory! My son is so cultured!"

However, he had only taken one puff when the impatient Lao Huang snatched it away.

After a struggle, both of them stood with their limbs outstretched, looking up at the stars in the night sky.

"Old Jiang, now that you've succeeded, can you go back?"

"Success? Go back? No way, the teacher told me to go to Malan!"

"Go there! That'll be several more years! Don't you miss your child?"

"Yes, I do, but it's not just my kids, it's also the kids from the Northeast, the North China, the Central and Southern regions... They all hope we can hold up an umbrella for them."

"A really, really big umbrella. Only after it's opened can I hold my babies and enjoy the shade under the tree..."