A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Huh?

Jiang Xia looked at the man who claimed to have manufactured motorcycle engines and sized him up.

Hmm, he's quite tall and lean like most people, but his eyes are very sharp, and his accent doesn't sound like he's from Beijing.

"This isn't a specialized model; it's a branch modified from our factory's 'core machine'..."

"Core machine! Young comrade, what is a core machine?" The newcomer seemed interested upon hearing this new term and plopped down next to Jiang Xia.

"It's a machine made up of the core components of an engine."

"Uh, could you explain in more detail?" The middle-aged man took out the cutlery from his pocket and lowered his voice. "Explain it clearly, and I'll give you this too!"

Tsk, getting cutlery is really the default procedure at Moscow restaurants now?

"For example, I have a two-cylinder engine in my factory that has been running continuously for almost half a year. After confirming that its parameters are correct, I add components to it."

"For example, if I want to increase its horsepower, I'll add two cylinders. If I need it to have more explosive power, I'll increase the cylinder bore..."

"To put it simply, it's about creating a basic version and then conducting modification experiments on that basic version."

It wasn't anything confidential, and Jiang Xia thought about it and gave a rough explanation.

Actually, the term "core engine" should be a term specific to aircraft engines or gas turbine engines. Using it for a small diesel engine is a bit of a stretch for Jiang Xia.

"Oh, what you say is truly insightful." The middle-aged man pulled out a notebook and started taking notes.

“I told you our project shouldn’t have stopped. If we had guided the radar waves and…” The middle-aged man stopped abruptly at this point.

Seeing the curious Jiang Xia, the middle-aged man stuffed the set of cutlery into his hands.

"Here you go, you keep your word. Ah, I was originally thinking of keeping it as a souvenir... never mind, young comrade, we'll meet again someday!"

The middle-aged man sighed. His initial idea of ​​finding a bargain vanished completely after Jiang Xia mentioned "our factory."

Factories in Beijing, right under the emperor's nose, are much more attractive than places like Zhuzhou.

Judging from the drawings this young man made and his explanations, he's definitely from some big factory in Beijing. We can't afford to mess with him!

As Zhao Bin pondered this, he stood up. After a moment's thought, he lowered his head again and whispered to Jiang Xia:

"Young comrade, I was presumptuous this time. But you should also be careful about keeping the blueprints confidential; there are always many eyes and ears here..."

Tsk, this uncle is actually quite nice, even though you were the one who approached him...

Jiang Xia wanted to roll his eyes in annoyance, but the middle-aged man's accent still made the little brat like him to the maximum.

He readily accepted the suggestion, put away the blueprints, smiled at the middle-aged man, and watched him return to his desk to continue his attack on the newly delivered rye bread.

Yes, that's right, this group is Zhao Bin and his colleagues from Factory 331.

After waiting anxiously in Beijing for four days, Zhao Bin refused to wait any longer. So be it if the project was put on hold; life had to go on, and there was a mountain of work waiting at the factory!

The naval officer pulled out meal vouchers he had been saving for a long time and gave them to the group. After much persuasion, he managed to dissuade them from leaving.

However, the naval comrades did not come along; they simply let these few from Unit 331 come here on their own to indulge in a bit of luxury.

If he knew that the "turning point" he had been longing for was right here, munching on rye bread, I wonder what his expression would be.

……

As Zhao Bin pondered, the blueprints for those four cylinders kept swirling in his mind: This engine is highly mature. If it's really as that young comrade said, and we can get the blueprints back and produce a diesel engine, wouldn't that be much better than producing popsicles!

Didn't you see that the small factory next door got back some blueprints for a "little cannon"? They're incredibly busy every day, with production orders piling up and benefits flowing in like water...

Our current production task is to ensure the survival of the factory and the basic needs of the workers!

Thinking of this, Zhao Bin couldn't sit still anymore. If he could get the four-cylinder engine back to the factory and work on it, then...

So he hesitantly approached Jiang Xia again, carrying the bread basket.

"Hey comrade, which unit are you from? Is there any possibility that this blueprint could be 'converted' to another factory? Let me tell you, our factory is really good at making engines. We can make not only motorcycle engines, but even the An-2 aircraft engines..."

An-2, thinking of the "aerial tractor" that saved his life, the little brat was even happier.

"Really? You guys are really something. No wonder you can afford to eat at a place like this. Are you here in Beijing for a meeting?"

"Hey! What kind of meeting is this? You're just here to cause trouble. But we didn't manage to cause any trouble. The stuff they came up with is just as advanced, so we can't really say anything..."

Under the skillful guidance of the young man, Zhao Bin poured out his experiences to Jiang Xia, telling him everything he could.

Oh, I see. The project fell behind, so it was canceled, and all the previous efforts were wasted...

Li Changfu, who was listening in, said with great emotion, "Brother, to tell you the truth, we were like that back then. We started by saying we wanted to produce cold-rolled wire rod."

"The personnel and equipment are all in place. Although it's a makeshift team, we've already started the preliminary research. Halfway through, they said they'd directly use the advanced technology from the big brother's side..."

"But look there, we haven't received the advanced technology yet, so we still have to continue developing it ourselves, right?"

"It's a pity about some of my old buddies; some of them didn't even continue working in steel rolling anymore..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia suddenly realized why the old man was so obsessed with this project; there was actually this connection involved.

Leaving aside the sighs and lamentations of these intellectuals.

The more Lao Wang listened to the factory director's experiences, the more familiar he became with them.

Hmm? Where have I heard that before?

Using a lame excuse, Lao Wang ran outside the restaurant and summoned his friends.

The walkie-talkie crackled and popped.

"Hello, Commander?"

"Uh, why don't you come over to Lao Mo's place? It seems your 'turning point' has already been met with the comrades from Factory 331."

"Okay, I won't go, I won't go."

Feeling like he'd accomplished his mission, Lao Wang showed off the silver cutlery from "Lao Mo" to his friends before slowly heading back.

The result is that there's no going back...

Even if he was from the "old nest," the guards at the gate only looked at the meal ticket and didn't recognize him.

Ugh, the Mosque restaurant and stuff like that are just so unappealing!

But it was nothing. The Navy comrade arrived at the scene quickly and joined Lao Wang in smoking at the restaurant entrance.

"Commander, why aren't you going in?"

"Tsk, all the meal vouchers went to people in class 331. I saved up for three years and didn't even get a single bite of bread!"

Hey, the people in our team are just so adorable, whether they're the commander or the lowest-ranking soldier.