A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Of course, I had to make the call, especially since the little one reminded him to be careful when he came back.

Otherwise, Old Wang, who was vomiting so much he was dizzy and disoriented, might very well have been taken away in one fell swoop.

Picking up the phone and saying the special code, while waiting for the operator to connect, Lao Wang started to have wild thoughts: what would he write for his memorial service if the other party really succeeded?

Wang Kui, a staunch materialist and recipient of three first-class merit awards, died in a car accident.

Damn, if that's the case, my comrades will probably laugh me to death when we get down here. My biggest wish is to take "Miss" to see the cherry blossoms.

Wait, no, the little brat said it would be best to climb their giant bathtub mountain and have "Miss" take a bath in it; that would be truly comfortable.

Hehe, my own kid is so smart.

"The other party has already connected to 6 units, and there is still one backup line available. Should we call the backup line?" The operator's hoarse voice came from the receiver, interrupting Wang Kui's wild thoughts.

"what?"

"What do you mean 'ah'? Is it called a side quest? You have a higher level here, so you have priority. There are several other people waiting for their quests over there!" the young lady urged.

"Scream, scream~~"

"What the heck? Isn't this a dedicated line? Why are they making a branch line now?" Wang Kui stared at the phone, completely bewildered.

What he didn't know was that the little brat was practically setting up a secretariat to help him handle these calls.

Let's take a look at the current size of Jiangxia's basement.

A large round table had six dedicated telephone lines on it. Several extension telephones lay on the floor beside the table, but none of their lines were plugged into the receivers.

Old He was in charge of two of them, the original confidential clerk and his deputy were in charge of the remaining three, and the extra one was left for Jiang Xia to take over.

"Yes! That's right! Tell them over there that not a single piece of relevant data can be missing! Even the toilet paper their design bureau uses to wipe their butts must be brought back!"

"9000 million? No problem, tell them we'll use the payment for the air fryer to offset it. Didn't the logistics team leader, Wen, say they really like those things? I've upgraded it again, it can even make cakes! An extra 50 rubles for the extra features is reasonable, right?"

"Spare parts? Yes, the more the better, especially engines, we must bring back several!"

"And please pay close attention to the negotiation time; it has to be quick! The Russians might change their minds at any moment. Just say that once the agreement is signed, we'll immediately send the missiles to the border!"

"Should we buy their K-13s along with the missiles? No way! We'll make our own! By the way, Mr. He, when we handed over those two missiles earlier, didn't we sign some kind of reverse engineering agreement with the Russians?"

After receiving Mr. He's affirmative reply, Jiang Xia thought for a moment and decided not to buy it.

"Don't buy the finished product, and don't even need the blueprints. Just bring back some of the alloy they use to make the missile casings!"

"What? Stainless steel? Forget it then, let's calculate the cost of the missiles and blueprints and buy a bunch of aluminum-magnesium alloy instead! Or we can exchange them for MiG engine parts!"

Hearing the busy tone on the other end, Jiang Xia rubbed his ears, which were red from being burned by the microphone, before finally putting them down.

For international calls, a line is kept open specifically for this call.

Our Comrade Yalou went to the alliance to discuss the MiG-21, and Little Da Mao directly became an advisor to the procurement team in the rear.

As Jiang Xia had warned the purchasing team about several pitfalls beforehand, the team actually encountered all of them.

This included, but was not limited to, being sidelined, attending deadly parties, using fake aircraft production lines, and encountering femme fatales, among other things. While the purchasing team cursed the Russians for their dishonesty, they were also deeply grateful for Jiang Xia's advice. Furthermore, the team deeply regretted not bringing the black-skinned, red-hearted rabbit that Jiang Xia had suggested.

It's really asking too much of a bunch of straightforward soldiers to go and negotiate. But luckily, everyone who went could drink, and they still managed to get some benefits out of it.

Sure enough, at the slightest sign of trouble, the members of the procurement team at the front always wanted to talk to Jiang Xia and get his advice.

With so many people coming and going, one dedicated line was clearly not enough, since there were quite a few people looking for the kid.

Finally, Mr. He simply set up six dedicated lines so that people outside could find Jiangxia.

Because his rank as a confidential staff member was not high enough, no matter how much he was promoted on the spot, he could not be promoted to the corresponding level. Old He had no choice but to personally become Xiao Daimao's telephone operator.

After finishing the call, Jiang Xia reflected on the pitfalls the naive little rabbit had encountered in her past life and figured that those were about all.

However, the fact that the Russians used stainless steel directly for the missile casing still shocked Jiang Xia: No wonder your K-13 can only fly 8 kilometers and often flies like a headless fly, so this is the root of the problem!

After finishing that call, Old He waved again.

"Kid, do you want to take a break? This is the Academy of Sciences; they want to talk to you about making transistors."

"No need, it's just a few words."

Jiang Xia moved the phone directly to the workbench where the missiles were being dismantled, holding the phone between his fingers while continuing to work with his hands.

This egg is about to be sent out, but it's still in parts and needs to be assembled right away.

As soon as the phone was mentioned, Jiang Xia knew who was on the other end.

Sigh, Dr. Lan Ying is great in every way, except her accent is hard to recognize. After discussing transistor fabrication for a while, Dr. Lan Ying moved on to another topic, which left the little guy speechless.

"Hey, Aunt Lin! Hi, you're an expert in semiconductors. I only know how to use them, but when it comes to manufacturing, I'm probably still a bit lacking."

"Yes! We definitely need to work on integrated circuits. Would you mind doing me the trouble? I happen to have a sample here; I can get it for you to refer to!"

"Okay, okay, see you when you get back. Hey, I'll get some rest, and you take care of yourself too!"

……

Finally hanging up the phone, Jiang Xia rubbed his red ears and immediately removed the circuit board from the missile. He then inserted a vacuum tube he had salvaged from Workshop 122.

Looking at the layout of the space, hmm, it's pretty much the same.

The eldest brother, after all, should be playing with vacuum tubes. However, the fact that vacuum tubes could be found on the floor of the production workshop made Jiang Xia decide that after he finished his work, he would take Old He to give those three bears another beating.

What the hell? They turned a perfectly good pulsating line into an arterial line. They really deserve a beating!

"Mr. He, could you please take this board back to Dr. Lan Ying?"

Old He stood up, smiling as he took the small item from Jiang Xia's hand, and then casually placed a microphone to Jiang Xia's ear: "This is a call from the Institute of Computing Technology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. They said they encountered a small problem while working on the architecture, and it's urgent!"

The little guy with the ahoge sighed and stuck out his finger to dig into his ear piercing.

"When will this phone be made hands-free? I'm so tired of it, I need to raise my arm like a giant!"

"Senior brother?" Yun Gui was one of the earliest graduates of Wudaokou Vocational College, so calling him "senior brother" isn't wrong. (Do you know who this is?)

"You keep missing welds? Are you asking me how I managed to weld so many contacts all by myself?"

"Of course, it's because of our unwavering faith and our determination to make our motherland strong!"

Holding the phone, Xiao Daimao laughed wildly, but Yun Gui on the other end of the line agreed wholeheartedly.

Look at the terrible solder joints on the insulation board in the early stages, and then look at the significantly improved welding quality in the later stages. I wonder how much hardship my junior colleague endured to hone his skills.

The sentimental Yun Gui seemed to see his junior apprentice sacrificing his spare time to work hard on welding, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Did you hear that?! Junior Brother welded them all by hand! A whole bunch of people, and we can't even compare to this little idiot? Three days, fifty boards! Even if we get choked to death by rosin, we'll get it done!"

"I said this without going through a meeting!"

"Uh... Senior brother?"

"Hey, junior brother, is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"Senior brother, let's put aside the ahoge (cowlick) for now. Why don't you go check out the pressure cooker production workshop at the steel mill? My master said their output there should be quite high right now..."