A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"I'll leave this to you! Don't worry about anything else for now, just get the blueprints. I'll go and deal with Old Nie!" With that, Old He hurriedly left.

Well, you're really doing well. If we really wanted to get all the blueprints for the missile, it would probably take Dean Qian or Academician Guo to do it.

Putting everything else aside, the various probes inside the guidance and control unit alone would keep Xiao Dai Mao busy to death.

Should we demolish it?

Demolish it!

Are they keeping them to breed?

Wait a minute, what's the activation mechanism for air-to-air missiles? This thing's warhead is still up there, we don't want it to get wiped out.

Scanner, turn on!

Red box: Under repair...

Jiang Xia glanced at Wang Kui: "Old Wang, didn't you beat me up last time?"

Wang Kui circled around the missile, pointing to a small strip of cloth covered in mud: "Hey, does the Bald Eagle also like to hang red ribbons for good luck?"

Hmm? A red ribbon?

Carefully pulling out a corner, a few white letters were printed on the red cloth strip: ight~

Jiang Xia became interested. "Old Wang, get some hot water and let it melt." He had to, though; this place was at its coldest right now, and the hardness of the mud was comparable to concrete.

Tsk, I really don't know how those retired railway corps soldiers survived the past few years and built those farms on this black soil.

That's truly amazing.

And then there were Wang Tie and his group, who, in this kind of weather, broke through the ice to get water, jumped into mud pits, and stirred the mud with their bodies.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia shuddered.

"Alright!" Wang Kui put his backpack down in the corner and ran out easily: Hehe, the target transfer technique worked!

Not long after, Wang Kui and Old He returned together.

The difference was that Wang Kui looked relaxed, while Old He's expression was somewhat dark, and he looked at Xiao Daimao, who had already set out his tools, and hesitated to speak.

"Come on, melt this piece first, and I might know why this missile didn't explode!"

Hmm? Hearing this, Old He became interested and put aside Old Nie's angry rebuke on the phone earlier.

As the mud dissolved, the small strip of cloth was finally fully unfolded.

The phrase "Remove Before Flight" appeared in the birds' language before them.

"Hahaha, I knew it! That bald transport captain's ways are too much for him. With all the safety devices down, there's no way the missile could even explode!"

"Look! The protective shield of the guidance head is still there. Hey, this thing is really a treasure. It's such a waste to just give it to the Alliance like this!"

"Old He, you just handed this over like that? Didn't we exchange it for anything?"

"Change things?" Old He habitually picked up his pipe and started smoking again, completely unaware that wisps of smoke were billowing out from the side of the pipe.

"Wait a minute, let me go ask Big Hong. He's in charge of this negotiation. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to catch you!"

As he spoke, Old He hurriedly took two more steps, "Wait, you should also go and tell Old Nie that it will only take 10 days at most. Once this is over, I'll have a plane take you back!"

The two crawled out of the tunnel one after the other and arrived at the confidential room, where they saw the person who had come to report earlier looking aggrieved.

Looking at Elder He and Jiang Xia was like seeing saviors.

In a moment of panic, he disregarded procedure and handed the microphone directly to Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia looked bewildered. He took the receiver and heard a gentle voice on the other end: "Young comrade, quickly go and get He Huzi to answer the phone. Tell him this isn't an order, it's a request! Tell him not to forget that 'the chirping of insects is unbearable,' but now there's a place that needs 'a rooster's crow to herald the dawn'!"

Just as Jiang Xia was on the phone, the confidential clerk approached Old He and whispered, "Boss, you can't handle this either!"

That goes without saying; Old He would never forget that little poem in his entire life.

He took a few deep drags on his pipe: "Damn it, I think I've gotten myself into big trouble!"

"But don't worry, this is all important business. That old Nie really did complain to the higher-ups! Just wait and see how I deal with him when I get back!"

The clerk watched as Old He's pipe began to leak air like a steam engine, and secretly scoffed, "He said he wasn't afraid, but he didn't even realize his pipe was leaking air."

……

Jiang Xia was still a little confused, but the voice seemed familiar. After the other person finished speaking, she cautiously replied, "Uh, leader? This is Jiang Xia. Elder He is right next to me. If you need anything..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Old He, who was smoking nearby. Old He waved his hands repeatedly and took a step back. The confidential clerk then retreated to the doorway.

Perhaps due to the distance, or perhaps because the call quality was rather poor, it took a while before the voice came through the receiver again. Unlike the previous somewhat serious tone, the reply was noticeably happier:

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, this is Lianxi!"

The distorted voice reached Xiao Dai Mao's ears. Partly because he didn't hear it clearly, and partly because he couldn't believe it, he blurted out two words: "Who is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Dumb Hair wanted to slap himself.

"Zhou~~, Zhou Enl! Hahaha~ He Huzi finally decided to call you here, that's great!"

"Don't leave yet. I'll have the relevant people contact you immediately. They have something very important to discuss with you. Okay, that's all for now. I'll talk to you about it later when you're done!"

"Huh? What?" The old man on the other end of the phone seemed to be listening to someone else. "Oh, our allies have arrived, haven't they?"

"Hey, someone's here again. Comrade Jiang, get to the point. We old comrades are all watching what you've done!"

"Also, don't forget what I wrote to you: you still need to take care of your health! Tell He Huzi that it was my decision that you can only work 8 hours a day! Any more than that, and I'll hold him accountable!"

"Finally, someone asked me to pass on a message to you: 'Today we hold the long spear in our hands, when will we bind the azure dragon?'"

"Alright, I won't take up any more of your time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the call was transferred.

"Hello, is this Engineer Jiang? Engineer Jiang? This is Yun Gui from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, can you hear me?"

"Hehehe~" A silly laugh came from the microphone.

?

"Jiang Gong?"

"Hehehe~"

Yun Gui frowned and looked at his colleague next to him, "Is there something wrong with this transfer? Why is it just 'hehehe'? Is our microphone broken?"

On the other end of the phone, Old He frowned and patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder: "Little brat?"

"Hehehe~~"

Confidential clerk: "Comrade Jiang Xia?"

"Hehehehe~~"

Sigh~ This is basically the state of mind no matter who talks to Lianxi. Old He has seen it many times, so he took the little guy outside, saying he wanted to clear his head.

So the phone was put down, and all that could be heard from the receiver was a "hello, hello" sound.

Seeing the two walk away, the clerk sighed, stepped forward, took the microphone, and told the other end to talk again in five minutes, repeatedly assuring that Jiang Xia would definitely answer the phone personally.

The clerk pressed the alarm clock, peeked out the window, and saw the little brat being kicked into a snowdrift by Old He.

The little guy, who used to just chuckle blankly, seemed to have been activated and started swimming in the snow.

Finally, he even made a snowball and shouted, "With the long spear in hand!"

He smashed it at Old Master He.

The confidential staff were trembling with fear. That little brat! Old Master He's health is terrible!

Unexpectedly, Old He easily dodged the snowball by slightly turning his body, then bent down and picked up a clump of snow: "That's my long spear! Hahaha, even the instructors agree with what I'm doing! I have no inhibitions!"

Then, Old He's snowball landed precisely on Little Dumb Hair's head, making Jiang Xia look like Chun-Li with two steamed buns on his head.

……

The Academy of Sciences, Professor Nie's office.

"All you can do is 'heh'? Has the little brat gotten brain-dead from the cold?"

"You dare hang up the phone? This guy who only knows how to wield a kitchen knife has corrupted people!"

"Contact the airport and come with me to bail them out!"