A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

I took a look, and it was time to get off work again.

As the get off work bell rang, Jiang Xia snapped out of his thoughts. No, no, he had come back to let his master rest. After marking a few questionable points on the blueprints, the little brat grabbed Wang Kui and dragged his master towards the Moscow Restaurant.

No. 1, Courtyard 135, Xizhimenwai Street.

This place, which the children of the compound longed for so much, left the young man who had just arrived in the area somewhat bewildered.

"Isn't it a restaurant? Why is it called Beijing Exhibition Center?" Jiang Xia was a little stunned as he looked at the large square in front of this solemn and magnificent building complex.

Li Changfu tugged at Jiang Xia's tuft of hair.

"Hey kid, are you from Beijing? The restaurant is just an auxiliary building of this exhibition hall. It's a place where Big Brother flexes his muscles. It was renamed a couple of years ago; it used to be called the Alliance Exhibition Hall."

Hmm, I see. It's time to expand my activity range.

Look at this place. Above its central hall is a 50-meter-high gilded iron tower and a red star, as well as a gilded sickle and hammer.

Above the archway at the entrance to the central hall are five gilded characters that read "Beijing Exhibition Center." Surrounding the square are 18 arches, each displaying the coat of arms of one of the 16 constituent republics of the Union.

In the center of the square is a large fountain with a diameter of 45 meters, composed of 16 petals.

The water in the pool had frozen into a large block of ice, and many children were splashing around in it.

"Brother! Come quick!"

Jiang Dong stood in the pool, his feet seemingly on something, and glided quickly past Jiang Xia. Jiang Qiu, supporting her grandmother and teacher's wife, stood by the pool, smiling sweetly at Jiang Xia…

After reuniting with their beloved family, the group arrived at the entrance of the Moscow Restaurant.

Behind this door, adorned with a deep red velvet curtain, was once the most luxurious dining place in China.

Jiang Xia showed the guards at the entrance the "Receipt for the Moscow Restaurant at the Union Exhibition Hall" before they were allowed to enter.

Main dining room.

Several magnificent gilded crystal chandeliers hanging from the restaurant ceiling illuminated the hall with unparalleled brightness. Four large, ornate golden pillars exuded an imposing aura, complemented by silver cutlery, glass goblets, pale yellow tablecloths, dark red square napkins, and blonde, blue-eyed waitresses…

All of this amplified Jiang Xia's inexplicable sense of disconnect to the extreme, with the luxurious decor contrasting sharply with the group's dark gray attire.

However, the restaurant is not as bustling as Jiang Xia imagined; instead, it is rather deserted.

Following Li Changfu's example, Lao Wang quietly slipped the silver cutlery into his bag, then raised his hand to signal to the waiter.

The pretty waitress seemed unfazed, shrugged, rummaged through a small cabinet, and brought over a few small bags wrapped in napkins.

"Huh? Aren't you going to take it?"

"Take it, when in Rome, do as the Romans do," the little brat thought, though he didn't know what the point of taking it was, but he still readily stuffed the remaining cutlery on the table into his bag.

The shrug caused the waiter to shrug again.

After setting out the tableware and putting down the bread basket, the waiter shook his long blond hair and lazily walked towards the kitchen.

"Old Wang, you're such a staunch warrior, why would you do something like this?" Jiang Xia picked up a silver fork and examined it.

"My friend said this is the standard procedure for eating Western food..."

"Tsk, you can throw this friend away... Master, why are you getting involved in this nonsense too..."

Li Changfu picked up a small bread roll, dipped it in the jam that was delivered, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“You little brat, Wang Kui is right, this is the proper dining procedure at the Moscow Restaurant…”

Oh? Jiang Xia was skeptical, but perhaps this was just a special sentiment that men from Beijing had for this restaurant.

A bowl of borscht, a cold pickled fish, a braised beef stew, and a large glass of beer—that's what you can get with those 2-yuan meal vouchers in Jiangxia.

You can add more bread if the bread basket isn't enough, but the extra bread won't come with butter and jam.

Everyone was quite happy as they slowly enjoyed this unique cuisine.

Older people often like to talk about the past.

Li Changfu began to recount his eating habits over the past 56 years, and his grandmother also rarely spoke of her experiences in the old revolutionary base areas, such as killing small notebooks with her bare hands. Wang Kui was most willing to listen to this.

The group was having a great time, but Jiang Xia had his eye on the "unlimited" bread basket.

After finishing his main meal in a few bites, he sat down at a table to the side, took out the blueprints of the cold rolling mill, spread them on the table, and started scanning while munching on bread.

You know what, one bite of rye bread can keep a scanner running for at least a few seconds. Compared to ginseng, this big loaf of bread is really good value for money.

With persistent effort, the parts on the blueprints were parameterized into virtual finished products.

With a few quick bites, the virtual parts began to assemble and analyze...

Now that reliable materials were available for the hydraulic system, it was natural to modify the original electric pressing design by the master craftsman. Hydraulic systems offer fast response and high precision; it would be a shame not to use them.

Yes, we're making a pressure dividing device here, so we can fine-tune the roll gap. Later, we'll develop an integrated circuit and connect it to a sensor, which will ensure the uniformity of the steel strip thickness.

The coupling in the transmission system also needs to be modified. Since there are no stepper motors now, a speed reducer can only be used. For this part, we'll choose 30CrMnSi steel.

The mill stand could have its processing technology updated. First, we could start by pulling out the free forging process using new materials. A 20MN hydraulic free forging process should be no problem.

Nibbling and nibbling~~

Another basket of bread was devoured by Jiang Xia.

The revision of the relevant drawings is nearing completion.

Two blonde waiters huddled together: "My goodness, six baskets already! Is that kid's stomach a bottomless pit?"

"It doesn't matter, let him be. Aren't the people at the table next to him the same? If there's a problem, it's their own responsibility." The waiter pointed to a group of people in the corner.

"Hey, look, the basket is empty again. Should we fill it again?"

"Go ahead and bring it. You forgot, the ingredients in this restaurant are all specially supplied. It's just a few plates of bread. Keep bringing it. I'm looking forward to seeing him die from overeating."

Overeating?

"That golden monkey has a really foul mouth," Jiang Xia said without looking up, continuing to gnaw on the blueprints. "I'll settle accounts with you after I finish this."

Two large bread baskets were thrown onto the table by the golden monkey.

Jiang Xia raised his eyelids slightly: "he kommehtnpyn людen kak xoчewь"

The golden monkey looked a little embarrassed, whispered an apology, and shrank to the side.

Li Changfu and his group didn't think anything was wrong. These days, which young man doesn't seize every opportunity to eat a lot? Li Changfu had even seen someone eat two kilograms of rice in one meal.

The little one is eating this much; well, he's barely grown up.

After glancing at it a few times, the relatives ignored Jiang Xia's gluttonous eating and continued their conversation.

So the little guy continued to doodle and draw. Jiang Xia had almost finished looking at the blueprints for Project 301, and he carefully put them away.

Pulling out the engine blueprints that had been dormant for a long time, the two-cylinder, four-stroke engine was no problem.

Should we make it a bit more challenging and convert it to a four-cylinder engine? After all, a two-cylinder engine is a bit too weak for an excavator.

What's the firing order for a four-cylinder engine again...?

The little rascal is now using bread and a scanner, and his thinking speed is extremely fast.

Until~

"Tsk, young man, your drawings are quite good. This is for a specialized model, right? It looks interesting. How about we collaborate? Our factory has produced motorcycle engines before. Let me tell you, you can trust me completely; I won't mess things up."