A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

That night.

Jiang Family Courtyard.

"Mass production! Develop the process flow immediately!" Old Master Nie rushed over again overnight and made the decision immediately after listening to the relevant report.

After all, it would be a waste not to deploy such cheap and easy-to-use computers immediately.

One 103 vacuum tube, with all blueprints and vacuum tubes imported, would cost nearly 800 million RMB to assemble. (The cost was only 60 RMB; the majority was the technology transfer fee. The Russians can be really ruthless sometimes. They dare to charge 2000 RMB for a single vacuum tube, not including shipping, and they don't compensate for damage.)

One costs less than 20, and the other costs 800 million per unit. Even Little Grey knows which one to choose!

"Mr. Nie, the architectural blueprints?"

"I have the blueprints! Come get them from me! Just let me know if you need anything!"

Before "cleaning the room," Lao Wang had already given the little brat's mecha assembly diagram to Elder Nie, and now he was lying in the private room next to "Miss".

"Could we meet the designer? It would be even better if we could have a chat!" Lan Ying and Teacher Pei held hands like sisters.

"This designer has a deep understanding of semiconductor applications. When I returned to China, I learned that the United States was already conducting related research. If I could exchange ideas with Engineer Jiang more, perhaps..."

Ms. Pei nodded repeatedly, wanting to see what kind of person had suggested she join the computer research group.

To be honest, she feels it's a waste of her education to be working in the logistics department of Zhongguancun. Her application to join the Party, submitted this year, has also been met with no response.

However, everything changed quite a bit after she agreed to join the research group yesterday. She wasn't on time this morning because someone had spoken to her about being an activist…

Although none of the people present needed her to teach them computer languages, she still earned their respect with her proficient typewriter input.

After all, these experts are used to reading paper tapes, typing on typewriters, and so on; they're proficient at using two fingers.

"Wait half a month, that kid is drawing the long spear right now. But I'll give you his contact information later, you can call him directly if you have any questions!"

"Kid?" Lan Ying and Teacher Pei looked at each other in surprise.

That kid Old Nie was talking about is now...

He kicked off the blanket.

The clerk sent by Elder He, watching Jiang Xia pacing back and forth on the floor, suddenly had a wicked thought: Should we help this kid enter a deep sleep?

Haha, just kidding.

He had seen how tired the little guy had been these past few days.

He often spends his mornings at the factory doing installations and giving training to the technicians, and his afternoons in the confidential office constantly answering phone calls, dealing with questions he himself doesn't understand.

One minute it's the Second Ministry of Machine Building, the next it's a steel rolling mill, but that's not all.

Especially some of the calls that came in at night, some of which were from people whose rank he wasn't high enough to warrant the boss answering the phone personally.

In the end, even Old Master He couldn't hold on any longer, and he himself was promoted two ranks to become this little brat's personal secretary.

The daily record-keeping made me a little nervous.

Ring ring~~~

The phone rang again.

The clerk grabbed the phone, then looked at Jiang Xia with concern. "Well, thankfully he's not awake yet."

Ever since he received a call from the west, Old He moved the hotline underground, which has made things more convenient for the little brat, as he no longer has to run up and down the stairs.

However, the downside is that it's incredibly disruptive to sleep. This basement only has three rooms: besides the room for the testicles, there's a gun room, and the little brat has to stay in this larger room with the telephone.

The clerk lowered his voice: "Hello, logistics department of Factory 122!"

"Ministry of National Defense, looking for Engineer Jiang! Urgent!"

"Um, Engineer Jiang just fell asleep, could you let him~~"

Suddenly, a tuft of hair appeared at the corner of the confidential clerk's eye.

The little guy wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. "Give it to me, I've been waiting for this call for a long time!"

"Jiang Gong, just as you predicted, the Alliance is after that infrared sensor!" A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

The confidential staff member's nerves tightened again, holding a notebook, unsure whether he should take notes.

"Ha!" Jiang Xia casually wiped his eyes and rubbed the mess onto his clothes.

"I knew it! Those two damaged missiles definitely didn't have that thing!"

"If they don't have it, things will be easier. We can clearly tell them that what they want most is something we have! I can even give them a copy of the original."

"We only have one request: the MiG blueprints they promised us must be original files! Especially the data from the eight major experiments, such as original design data on whole-aircraft resonance and whole-aircraft fatigue!"

"Okay! Understood!"

"Also, thank you for your hard work!"

Jiang Xia waved his hand dismissively, as if the person on the other side could see him.

Hmm, I can't sleep, let's get up and go for a walk.

As Jiang Xia strolled around, he pondered the recent missile replacement incident.

Initially, the alliance took a very firm stance on this missile, insisting on having it. The Ministry of Defense, aiming to ease tensions between the two sides, initially intended to simply give it to them.

After Jiang Xia's reminder, He Lao and Hong Da Ge, along with a few of the alliance's negotiators, were once again tripped up.

"Taking things for free isn't the style of a gang leader."

Actually, Mr. He and the others didn't have high hopes. They just thought they couldn't give it to you so easily, so they hoped you could get something in return.

At the very least, you should at least say "thank you" to me!

Unexpectedly, the bald guy from the alliance suddenly wrote to the instructor: "Hey comrade in the east, how about the MiG-21? I can give you a production license! Of course, I still need the money! Also, that egg can be a bonus, but don't break it up."

Wow, the MiG-21! Putting everything else aside, just the fact that it has four external hardpoints that can be used with air-to-air missiles makes Elder He and Big Brother Hong drool.

After all, the Rattlesnake caused our pilots in the south a lot of trouble, and some even sacrificed their lives because of it.

Well, we also have to involve Old Nie in this. If it weren't for this matter, Little Dumb Hair would have been taken back by him no matter what.

However, according to historical records, the Russians still managed to trick the naive Chinese.

The 13-ton blueprints looked full, but the eight most important experimental data were missing.

Keep in mind that the MiG-21 is supersonic!

That's a second-generation fighter jet capable of reaching Mach 2.2.

Without this basic data, the resources available to the "naive rabbit" (a derogatory term for a Chinese person) would be insufficient to conduct these experiments.

It was not until later generations of China that it took nearly several decades to complete these important materials.

But now~~

Hey hey hey.

Looking at the rattlesnake that had already been dismantled, Jiang Xia stroked his stubble-covered chin and said, "They're always digging holes for us. Should I dig a hole for them too?"

Looking at the inconspicuous mechanical gyroscope rudder on the rattlesnake's tail fin, Xiao Jiang smiled sinisterly.

Should we demolish it?

Demolish it!

That's what makes it impressive! The big brother's close-range bullets have to be flying and rolling around!