A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Hmm, do they have these badges for land, sea, and air?

No one in later generations has ever heard of this?

Getting one of these would be pretty awesome, wouldn't it? When you get old, wouldn't that be like traveling the world for free?

The little boy suddenly became interested and took out all the badges and certificates he had received.

Yes, this is for an advanced worker award, and this is for the second-class merit award from last time. Oh, this is a certificate of merit issued by the Ministry of Machine Building, and this is a "Friend of Jinan" badge given by a high-ranking leader of Jinan...

As the little one moved, the medals and certificates on the bed took up a huge space.

So proud!

"Big Wang! Big Wang! Aren't I amazing!" Jiang Xia exclaimed, rolling around on the bed.

Old Wang, who was standing to the side, finished reading the message in the metal rod, and then looked at the little cub rolling around on the bed, with some hesitation in his eyes.

"Yeah! Awesome!"

"That's right. Although it's not as good as your 'four first-class merits,' I will work hard!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Kui's pupils dilated.

Looking at the little guy's various certificates and badges, I suddenly smiled with a sense of relief.

"Alright! Let's have a competition!"

After speaking, Old Wang's gaze became firm.

"You have fun, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back to have dinner with you later!"

"Go on, go on! Come back soon, Factory Manager Xiong just said he's coming to fulfill the contract!"

Wang Kui smiled and nodded, walked out of the ward, nodded to the tall man who had just arrived, and the two walked out of the sanatorium together.

"Has the intelligence been confirmed?"

"Yes, confirmed. Our people have followed them, but the two are very alert and went straight into the Alliance embassy."

"This is a bit tricky. What do the higher-ups mean? What are the identities of those two people...?"

"Ha, what other identity could he have? A traitor!"

"The intelligence they carried confirms it's for the little brat?"

"Yes! Very complete! But they didn't hand over the information directly; they just had it identified by relevant personnel. They kept the original documents with them."

"Damn! Then we really can't let you live!" Wang Kui's eyes flashed with a fierce light again.

"When do we depart?"

"The boss said it depends on your opinion, but he also said it's optional. If we do it, the kid will have more leeway... If we don't, hmm..."

"Let's do it! How could we not? Isn't this what we do? A sharp blade suits me better than a shield!"

Old Wang's face twisted slightly, he chuckled. "Ah Zu, I really want to give you bullets..."

"Old Wang, that's Russian territory after all. We're drawing too much attention. If we just leave it like that, it might be hard to get away."

Wang Kui exhaled a puff of smoke: "Big guy, huh?"

"The little guy just laid out a whole bed of certificates and special badges. He's already collected three kinds! Do you think he can collect all the special badges?"

The big guy paused, took another long puff, and then crushed the cigarette butt with his fingers: "That's something to look forward to!"

"However, I'd rather trade my badge for the hat he's holding!"

"Huh? Someone important?"

"Ha, you don't know either? Do you remember the train mission we carried out?" Big Guy looked at Wang Kui and laughed so hard he was shaking.

"What! Him?"

"No...that eagle with the broken wing..."

Wang Kui was silent for a moment, a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Then we should go even more!"

"Okay! Let's go!" The big guy shook his head at Wang Kui.

"No rush, let's have lunch before we leave. I promised the kid."

"Okay, shall we tell the kid where the hat came from?"

"Hehe, don't say anything yet. That kid is obsessed with taking pictures with old people. Let's wait until then, it'll definitely be fun!"

……

Over the next few days, Jiang Xia relaxed and had a good time at the sanatorium.

Pang Guoxing came over to show off a photo of a fighter jet painted with a star, while the Xia brothers made a model out of fragments from the cockpit of an old An-2 and gave it to Jiang Xia.

However, the group's stay was very short, as they were all busy with the "Shoot Down 101 Seminar" mission!

As promised, Xiong Da from Class 112 really did let Jiang Xia try all the notoriously difficult Northeastern dishes. As a result, Jiang Xia's originally somewhat thin body gradually became much stronger.

The only regret is that Lao Wang said he had to go on a business trip, and after we had lunch together a few days ago, he disappeared.

Everyone was busy, but intentionally or unintentionally, they gradually hid Jiang Xia away.

However, Jiangxia was not spared any rest either.

After having a few days of fun, we went back to working by phone.

The calls from the Academy of Sciences regarding transistor computers and my mentor's 301 project were endless.

The situation is a bit better at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, since they already have samples. Most of the communication involves computer programming issues. That's simple; give these brilliant minds a direction, a bit of inspiration, and their progress is incredibly fast.

After Senior Brother Yun Gui understood Jiang Xia's thinking, he even simplified the original BIOS considerably. He went a step further and began using magnetic core memory to fix the BIOS.

But the master's side is a bit of a headache.

Because the problems they encountered defied common sense?

"Master, based on your description and data, I've drawn up the blueprints. But I feel there's something wrong with the self-feeding mechanism you described. Why did you insist on connecting this mechanism directly to the reciprocating drive shaft?"

"Huh? Did you see this in the latest imported magazine?"

"It can save 24% of energy! And improve the processing accuracy of pipes by 5 percentage points?"

Jiang Xia looked at the blueprints he had drawn with suspicion. Something was wrong. How could this structure possibly save so much power? And could machining accuracy be improved by this kind of connection?

That's a bit ridiculous.

After repeatedly confirming with his master that the blueprints were not drawn incorrectly, Jiang Xia felt that there must be a problem!

"Master, let me check again carefully to see if I made a mistake! By the way, what's the name of that magazine? Let me find it and take a look."

I hung up the phone and looked at the blueprints in front of me.

Jiang Xia unfolded the scanner again, and looking at the red prompt box that appeared on the scanner, he felt more and more that something was wrong.

How did this thing, which defies basic principles, become a research paper and be published so openly?

Jiang Xia grew increasingly agitated and finally yelled, "Doctor! Can't I still be discharged? I'm perfectly healthy! The Xia brothers, covered in wounds, are all out in a meeting!"

The doctor didn't come; instead, a man in a leather jacket did.

The man in the leather jacket flashed the badge on his clothes at him: "Engineer Jiang, the incident earlier had quite a bit of an impact, you understand about protection and such..."

Tsk, military equipment is such a hassle~

"It's fine to stay here, but could you help me find this magazine?"

The man in the leather jacket glanced at the book title Jiang Xia had written down and felt a little dizzy: "I can't guarantee that, but I'll give it a try!"

"Okay, try to be as fast as possible! By the way, do you know whether the foreign journals my master and the others received were purchased by their own people or sent by others?"

"Oh, I actually know that."

"Oh! Tell me about it?"

"Generally speaking, the sources are quite complex. Some were donations from overseas communist groups, some were distributed for free, and others were purchased directly by comrades who went abroad to save money. Bringing them back was not easy either. Some manuscripts were disassembled and hidden by comrades to get through customs..."

“I recently handled a batch of books, so I know quite a bit about it.”

"That's it!"

Jiang Xia stroked his chin: "Do you have any extras? Bring me all the science and engineering books you handle, especially those on mechanical engineering."

"Hey! That's a good idea. We originally planned to send these books to the research institutes here. But they all seem pretty busy, and no one's come to pick them up. So the relevant departments took this opportunity to copy quite a few copies!"

In the afternoon, the man in the leather jacket pushed a small cart and delivered the books to Jiang Xia.

"Jiang Gong, everything's here! The magazine you were looking for is here too!"

"Thank you!"

Jiang Xia looked at the pile of original books and randomly opened one.

Tsk, I don't understand, what does this word mean again?

But it doesn't matter.

Teacher Pei, save my life!