A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Exhibition Hall Square.

Jiang Dong pulled Jiang Qiu and ran to the big ice block in the fountain, where they slid down. Grandma and Master's wife strolled around the big flower petals, while Master, quite pathetically, followed behind them, holding Master's wife's coat.

The naval comrade led Jiang Xia on a aimless walk, with Zhao Bin following behind, glancing at Jiang Xia a couple of times and then turning his head to look at his technicians a few more times.

The technicians were quite suspicious of his gaze.

"What's wrong, factory manager? Are you upset because you heard that the young man made the firecrackers?"

"Our factory manager isn't that petty. He's probably thinking about how to bring this young man home, right? Didn't you see him giving me meaningful glances? Should we play the bad cop later?"

"Tsk tsk, our factory manager is great in every way, except he likes to play games. He should just tell us what he wants us to do, all this 'leader' stuff is too much trouble. He'd be better off going back and figuring out how to improve his leadership style..."

Listening to their discussion and seeing the ambiguous smile in Jiang Xia's eyes, Zhao Bin, somewhat embarrassed and angry, chased away the chattering chicks.

"Hey, intellectuals. I've already told you I'm not deaf..."

The naval officer shook his head helplessly:

"They're from Factory 331. They were originally copying the Russian K-5. Ya Lou had to beg them for help, but then, as soon as your big firecracker came out, the logistics department stopped their project..."

K-5, that big, clumsy guy with a thin head and a thick body?

But what does this have to do with the navy?

Huh, an air-to-ship missile? But there's no naval aviation force around right now.

Jiang Xia listened to the leader's explanation without interrupting. Sure enough, after a brief discussion, he steered the conversation towards missiles.

After some hesitation, the little guy nodded.

"It's worth a try! But not with air-to-ship missiles. Current aircraft radar performance can't even clear ground clutter, let alone the complexities of the sea. However, if combined..."

"Combined?" The leader became interested and wanted to ask further questions.

Jiang Xia stopped and looked at Zhao Bin, saying:

"Director Zhao, I understand your situation. It just so happens that I have some ideas about related equipment and I'd like to discuss them with the professionals. Do you have time tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bin thought, "Wow, this kid speaks so nicely, without any of that aggressiveness."

"Not at all, we're all comrades-in-arms, let's make progress together. Engineer Jiang, we're having a tough time, all that funding went into the K-5 trial production, I never expected your firecracker to be so outstanding."

"We have some experience with the basic architecture and radar wave guidance of the K-5. It would be a waste to just treat it as a technical reserve. Do you think there are other ways to explore?"

It's truly remarkable that Zhao Bin, the director of a numbered factory, would adopt such a humble attitude.

But as I said before, no one who can become a factory manager is a fool.

Seeing the naval leaders arrive in person, and the figures that were faintly visible around the little guy, it was obvious how much importance this little guy received.

Aside from one's status, having the ability is probably the best answer.

"It's a ship-to-ship missile with a composite guidance system!"

"Yes! For example, the radar-infrared composite seeker. At long distances, the illuminating radar continuously emits radar waves to illuminate the target; when approaching the target and encountering enemy jamming radar, the infrared seeker takes over, using the target's thermal signal to track it, greatly improving the accuracy and anti-jamming capability of the missile strike."

As Jiang Xia thought about it, he became more and more fluent in his speech.

"After all, the engines and smokestacks of warships generate a lot of heat and have obvious infrared signatures, which the infrared seeker is extremely sensitive to."

Upon hearing Jiang Xia's explanation, the naval leaders were the first to applaud.

"Well, it's a bit late today. How about tomorrow? I'll set up a table with some tea in the office building, and you can discuss it in more detail then?"

Jiang Xia nodded, indicating that it didn't matter. Clarifying his thoughts would take at most an afternoon.

He was just offering some ideas; he didn't plan to handle the specific steps himself. After all, radar is a highly specialized field, and he only had a superficial understanding of it. But that's why he had someone as brilliant as 331.

Even without Jiangxia, someone else could have created something like "Shangyou No. 1" in a few years.

The working principle of a semi-automatic radar seeker is largely the same. Moreover, thanks to the tonnage advantage of ships, it's not a problem to move a ground radar station onto them.

Tanks are already on ships, so it's not so strange to have a radar station on top of that.

In the early stages, missiles were guided by radar waves, but later they were guided by infrared seekers. With a loud bang, the boiler exploded, and our Sea Eagles towed the warships that couldn't move back home. The more we fought, the more warships we had. It's pretty wonderful to think about.

As the naval comrade listened to Jiang Xia's description of the scene, he closed his eyes and thought about it.

The entrance to the Bohai Sea is only 110 kilometers wide. Even if the missiles only have a range of about 20 kilometers, if each of the four main warships is equipped with a few missiles and they are deployed sequentially, full coverage can be achieved.

The Taiwanese warships currently roaming the coast have guns with a range of only about ten kilometers, yet they can launch missiles from more than twenty kilometers away, which is a case of the long arm bullying the short arm.

I can hit you, but you can't reach me, so you can only stare and watch yourself get hit...

Suck it~~~

Beautiful, truly beautiful! The leader wiped his mouth with utterly lacking manners.

Zhao Bin listened to the description, ignoring the technical details and production difficulties, and immediately took on the task.

As expected of someone who is highly regarded, a simple idea has allowed us to continue our previous research results. Hey, composite guidance, what a high-tech term!

As for technical difficulties, others are the kind of people who can create "big firecrackers," so we can just shamelessly ask them for advice when the time comes.

After discussing the matter and agreeing on a time, everyone dispersed.

Jiang Xia suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked about things in Hong Kong yet.

Or, how about we go back and make an electric frying pan first?

Anyway, that thing is simple. The parts are readily available. You can just modify an air fryer and you don't even need to adjust the power. Just go straight to the maximum heat.

If it sells well, then add a temperature control system and make an upgraded version.

Making the most of a single fish – that's in line with the laws of development!

Grandma and the maids didn't go back to the house with Jiang Xia; Da Ge took them back to the place the "boss" had arranged. Because of Da Huang, it was a bit difficult for Grandma and the others to get into the courtyard.

However, according to Jiang Dong, where they live now, there are many kind uncles and older brothers in military uniforms who play with them.

She also found some friends inside who could take her punches and kicks, and she was incredibly happy every day.

Even Grandma found old friends she hadn't seen in a long time there, and they chatted and reminisced about the past, which was quite enjoyable.

Well, as long as you are all well, that's all that matters.

Back in the courtyard, looking at Big Yellow's screen, the cursor was still clicking away.

Alas, comrade, you still have a long way to go.

Single-threaded systems need to be evolved.

Touching my neck, should I ask Old Wang to do it again?