A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The wave soldering equipment in that workshop was naturally developed by Jiangxia.

With this machine, air fryers and other appliances have benefited, naturally increasing production several times over. This is also the basis for Jiang Xia's confidence in using these pots to offset the payment for the MiG-21s.

If you agree, I could literally pile up a mountain of air fryers in my house.

After Jiang Xia finished explaining the wave soldering process to his senior, another phone call came in.

Xiao Jiang was in tears, but dared not refuse.

This phone call was from my master.

Old Li's cold-rolling integrated project has become a bit crazy. The original drawings have been overturned, and he is now working on the relevant theories and some drawings provided by Jiang Xia.

Li Changfu was prepared to go all out, and even the sizing machine and reducing machine that Jiang Xia had only mentioned briefly were put into production by him and a bunch of talented people who came to help.

They were having some doubts about whether to use continuous casting or directly use the billets from the steel plant.

Jiang Xia was both amused and exasperated by his master's words. "Master, you haven't even learned to walk yet, and you've already run away?"

"Let's just stick to using steel billets. We don't have the latest electric furnaces, and you can't possibly manage continuous casting like this. We're not Ansteel. Besides, where are we going to get that much steel to roll into pipes for fun? Just make do with what we have!"

"Let's get the production line up and running smoothly first, and then expand it if needed!"

Then the master started spouting his erudition again, spouting words like "unambitious" and "self-satisfied" without restraint.

That's how the elderly are, especially these days. They always think about enduring hardship so that their children and grandchildren can have an easier time later on.

So, don't laugh at the crazy projects that emerged back then. Like the "free-range chickens" on the 112 bus, they were all forced into it.

Jiang Xia had plenty of ways to deal with this. He interrupted his master's rambling without any politeness, and talked about how he shivered from the cold in Northeast China.

Even going to the toilet requires carrying a stick. If one stick comes out of your butt, you have to break it off quickly, otherwise it will "grow a tail," which is really miserable.

The old man indeed shifted his gaze, starting to feel sorry for his own son, and scolding the unruly He the Bearded Man. He'd already told him his son was afraid of the cold, yet he insisted on sending someone else to the Northeast region—what an unreliable fellow!

To reassure the young man that he could focus on "drawing long tassels," the old man agreed to Jiang Xia's idea of ​​taking small steps and moving quickly, and stopped worrying about the continuous casting machine.

Get it!

Just a stubborn old man. Little Dumb Hair put down the phone smugly, and felt a few sparks fly before his eyes.

Then came Old He's old face shrouded in smoke, and the thorny stick he handed over.

"Hehehe, just picked from the tree. Here, this will be your toilet paper from now on."

Oh no, I forgot there's a stubborn old man here.

But this is easy to solve. Little Dai Mao took out the blueprints and waved them at Old He: "Should we make a big firecracker to play with first?"

"Can we do it now?" Old He indeed put away his stick.

"How will you know if you don't try? Why don't you get some solid rocket fuel? And while you're at it, find someone to make these components?"

Old He threw down his stick and spewed out phrases like "my family's prodigy" as if they were free. Then he had two confidential staff members pick up the blueprints and head out.

Little Ahoge was left alone in the bunker to continue assembling the egg.

However, they all forgot that the extension phone line wasn't connected yet.

……

Wang Kui stood there for a while, holding the phone that hadn't been answered.

Poor old Wang, he didn't know that the branch line phone wasn't even plugged in. His call probably won't go through until the flowers wither.

"This little rascal is so busy!~~"

"Hmph! If I can't get through, I'll just go to the place." Thinking of the surprised look on the little guy's face when he saw him, Wang Kui smiled smugly.

Excitedly, he stuffed the confiscated treasures into his backpack and drove the "salted fish" jeep that everyone despised to the airport where he had landed last time.

This time, he didn't need to fly in a training aircraft; Mr. Li arranged for him to fly an An-2.

Yes, it's that "air tractor" that can be restarted in mid-air by cranking a stick in the cockpit after the engine stalls.

However, while it was safe, the speed—140 kilometers per hour—made Wang Kui, who had experienced subsonic flight, feel like he was riding in an oxcart.

However, there are advantages to going slowly. At least the old wound doesn't hurt anymore, and there's time to chat with the passengers in the cabin.

"Comrade, hello. I'm a guard from the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. My surname is Wang. Are you also going to Factory 122?"

"Hello, comrade. I'm a pilot from a certain unit, my surname is Pang! I've received orders to go to Unit 122 as a test pilot."

Wang Kui's eyes lit up: "A test pilot, huh? Your piloting skills must be outstanding! I've heard that there are only a handful of test pilots in the country!"

Pang Guoxing listlessly raised his head: "No, I was tricked. That's why I was transferred there."

"Hey, someone dares to scam our aerial heroes? Tell us, or we'll fight them side by side!"

As he spoke, Wang Kui took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes and handed one to him.

Yes, smoking is allowed on airplanes now, so don't say Old Wang is breaking the rules. Even 20 years from now, there will still be "Chunghwa" cigarettes on commercial airlines.

"Hey, we're all on the same side, let me tell you." Pang Guoxing straightened his military cap and took out a kerosene lighter to light a cigarette.

"Okay, go ahead!" Old Wang was just doing his routine check-up, but he didn't expect to find something interesting to share. This was the perfect way to pass the time during his boring trip.

"Not long ago, I was flying a J-6 fighter jet and sparring with that 'demon among demons' in the sky. Let me tell you, I even bit that bastard's ass!"

Pang Guoxing put the cigarette in his mouth and gestured with his hands.

"...Just like that, I accelerated and rushed up to him, adjusted the angle slightly, and sure enough! I got him in the aiming frame, so I pressed the fire button, and guess what?"

"You pressed it down!"

"Bullshit! That machine gun didn't fire!"

"Damn it! I'm so angry! I pressed the button several times and nothing happened. My blood is boiling! I don't care anymore, I turned the power switch on again. I'm going to smash it down!"

"Uh, you're all right, didn't you get hurt?"

"Damn, if the engine hadn't been belching black smoke, do you think I would have been able to crash into it!"

Pang Guoxing threw his cigarette butt at his feet and chased after the boy with his big-toed shoes.

"What does this have to do with you becoming a test pilot? You can't blame it on you just because of an aircraft malfunction, can you?" Wang Kui stroked his chin, trying to figure out the connection between the two.

"I beat up the factory manager of factory 122! No, back then it was called 112. Damn it, at first I thought it was a new factory because of 122, but when I asked, it turned out to be the old 112!"

(Pang Guoxing made a mistake here; 112 refers to Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, and 122 refers to Harbin Aircraft Corporation. But 112 was ordered to cease production and undergo rectification by He Long. As a result, 122 was also affected. Therefore, the code name 112 is temporarily suspended for this period, and 122 is used for external communications. Just to clarify. Sigh, I feel like I'm getting more and more confused...)

"Uh, bro, you're something else. So, the 112 leadership transferred you there to mess with you?"

"Hmm! They won't let me be a combat pilot, being a test pilot is no fun!"

Wang Kui thought about how the little brat was over there, especially at the newly arrived processing center, 112.

"Brother, don't be discouraged. Maybe there's a surprise waiting for you!"

"Pah, what a surprise! I've sworn I'll never fly a domestically produced J-6 again!"

"It's open, are you barking like a dog?"

"I'll imitate a turtle's call for you!"