A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The answer was as expected.

The only people who could lend fishing boats were either surnamed Huo or Bao. Besides them, there was no one else.

But how do we get in touch with them?

By the way, it seems there's going to be an international table tennis competition this year. That old man is quite fond of sports; maybe we could meet him then.

Ask him to sell air fryers or something, and maybe help me buy some transistors, that should be feasible, right...?

If you don't like air fryers, then bring out rice cookers instead. I think this was invented by a little notebook. Should we be the first to use it?

"Hey Lao Wang, when is the table tennis tournament going to start?"

Old Wang pulled out a notebook and casually replied, "In April, the location was set at the Workers' Stadium, which was still under construction."

Oh, there's still so much time.

(Fun fact: In April 1960, China hosted its first world championship—the 26th World Table Tennis Championships.)

"Xiao Jiang! Xiao Jiang! Come quick and see what's wrong!" Teacher Deng panicked as she looked at the "cuowu" message on the screen.

Jiang Xia snapped out of her wandering thoughts and quickly moved closer.

"Oh, it must be a data overflow. Tsk, the magnetic core memory is still a bit slow. It's okay as program memory, but when it comes to random access memory, it's still a bit slow..."

It's like someone who's quick-witted but slow to react. If you can't keep up, then you'll have to reduce the frequency.

Just as Jiang Xia and Senior Brother Yun Gui began discussing how to solve this problem.

Wang Kui stealthily made his way to the confidential room.

"Hey, connect me to the Navy office! Code: Transfer!"

"Commander! Yes, I'm back. I can't say the exact location..."

After exchanging ideas for a while, Old Wang began to ask questions in return:

"The boat you were on last time, was it a sand dredging vessel from Hong Kong? Do you know that gentleman?"

"Yes, I think the little brat wants to get to know that gentleman..."

"Rest assured! It's absolutely not a violation of discipline; I swear on the Party Constitution!"

After another round of whispered conversations, Old Wang finally finished his call.

"Hey, the kid isn't one of your soldiers. You can't just send him off with a word. What if he tells you he doesn't know how to do it? You'll just be disappointed."

Well, Old Wang has almost evolved into a tapeworm in Little Dumb Hair's belly; he can guess almost anything that brat is thinking.

If you just tell him to go without any real intention, he'll definitely throw a tantrum.

Especially the trip to Northeast China, which was originally just a drawing task, turned into a whole mess. The little one missed his grandma!

After I finish here, I'll go to the navy. No wonder this kid will get furious!

Let others have a moment to think. We can casually mention Mr. Huo's matter later, and that kid will come running over on his own...

Therefore, this matter cannot be rushed.

As for those comrades from Factory 331, it would be fine for them to linger in Beijing for a few more days, drinking soy milk and such.

Perfect. Old Wang has grown into a qualified personal secretary, although he doesn't think so himself.

By the time the problem was fixed, it was already late at night.

Senior Brother Yungui and Jiang Xia worked together to develop a program that reduced the operating frequency of the transistor computer, making it better compatible with related components.

Since it's a programmatic process, once there are enough transistors, the frequency reduction program can be deleted.

After confirming that everything was running smoothly, Jiang Xia, along with his senior brother from Yunnan and Guizhou, left this absolutely secretive place under the moonlight.

Wang Kui and Big Guy followed closely behind them, while two men in leather jackets led the way with flashlights.

There was nothing they could do; after all, they couldn't see the data that Professor Deng had calculated.

To avoid leaving this group of people here unnecessarily, Teacher Deng had no choice but to send them away overnight according to the rules.

This is truly the number one card in the world.

However, before leaving, Jiang Xia still took out a notebook and handed it to Teacher Deng, asking him for some pointers.

This notebook was actually used by Jiang Xia to write down the assignments given to him by Dean Qian and Professor Guo. It was filled with a huge amount of writing, including some handwritten drafts by Professor Guo and a mechanical design written by Dean Qian.

It was this mechanical concept, which resembled a PowerPoint presentation, that prompted Jiang Xia to seek its guidance.

Teacher Deng took the notebook and smiled again as he looked at the handwritten "Angular Correlation of β Decay and Related Equipment and Process Design" on it.

"The angular correlation of β decay is from my paper, right? What, did you find any data errors in it?"

"No. This is homework that Dean Qian assigned me. He said it's a little thing, and that he 'doesn't have time to work on this little thing,' and that I have to hand it in before the end of the year!"

The little brat was in tears.

Dean Qian, you're a genius, you're amazing. But how come an angular velocity sensor has become such a trivial thing?

Although it's not very big, the complexity inside is...

To put it bluntly, any machining center is easier to work with than this.

"Oh, Dean Qian gave this to you? Can I look at it?"

The little brat nodded. "When he gave me my homework, he said that I could bring in any outside help I wanted, as long as it didn't leak out."

Upon hearing this, Teacher Deng began to examine the object without any hesitation:

"Tsk, it's all formulas. This must be error correction..."

"I don't understand this part either, but it seems a bit like a trajectory stabilization algorithm, it's interesting..." Teacher Deng's eyes lit up as he looked at the boy, saying:

"I've thought of something, I need to go back and verify it. Let's discuss it further later!"

Without waiting for a response, he went straight back to the small house.

The little guy continued to cry: "Master, I haven't even asked you my question yet, and you're already leaving? Couldn't you at least leave me an autograph...?"

Seeing Teacher Deng walking so fast, the little brat forgot to sigh and asked loudly:

"Teacher Deng! Teacher Deng! When high-energy matter particles are stimulated to emit light by low-energy photons, they can produce coherent light, right? If we're looking for a Q-switch, would aluminum oxide work?"

"No! To achieve stimulated emission of 50 kHz per second, it would be best to add some Cr3+." Professor Deng replied casually without turning his head.

Wow, this guy is a true genius in high-energy physics.

They've even figured out what elements need to be added to artificial crystals.

Can't compare, can't compare.

But having the answer was enough. The little guy quickly wrote it down, then patted his notebook with a satisfied look on his face.

Hmph, we're not playing with mechanical angular velocity sensors.

Once I develop a laser-type one, I'll make sure you can't shut your mouths!

Old Wang echoed Big Guy's sentiment, saying that the little brat was becoming more and more remarkable, and now he couldn't understand the meaning of the words he was using.

What particles, what Q-switches? Ugh, this kid might as well stick to his "a kind of..." After all, if he reads that string of words slowly, he can at least glean some meaning...

Now, I don't understand at all~

"Brother Wang! Where are we going? We're not going to spend the night at the station, are we?"

"Everything's arranged, let's go home!"

Before Elder Wang could reply, Senior Brother Yungui put his arm around Jiang Xia's shoulder and continued to laugh.

"Huh? Go back where?"

"Let's go back to your place! The original computer is still there! Let's move it somewhere, we don't have one left, the compiler won't work..."

"Huh? You haven't moved in yet?"

"Junior brother, to put it bluntly, even a god wouldn't dare move that thing of yours..."