A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Tsk tsk, what a dark room.

These three words are truly chilling.

Good things don't come true, but bad things do. Reporting people like that is just a way for Grandpa Yuan to feed certain individuals.

"Uncle, giving away five pairs of wheels is a bit extravagant. How about photos instead? Ten people, one for each person?" Jiang Xia shook his head, his little ahoge swaying back and forth.

I'm as tough as nails, I can't be locked up.

"Is there really a way? Forget photos! I'll have each of them write a piece of calligraphy for you!"

Comrade Fanzhou got excited and his voice inevitably got a little loud, which drew a disapproving look from the bearded man.

The two men gave an awkward smile and quieted down, listening to Li Huaide's work report.

At this point, Li Huaide, the white steamed bun, had already mentioned the difference between cold-rolled and hot-rolled dough. Comrade Fanzhou, still unable to contain his thoughts, asked the orderly behind him for paper and pen and quickly wrote a bunch of words for Xiao Daimao.

Jiang Xia took a look, thought for a moment, and wrote a whole bunch of notes before pushing the notebook back to Comrade Fanzhou.

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Explosion? Composite materials?

Comrade Fanzhou looked at Jiang Xia's incredibly elegant handwriting and then carefully examined it. Confirming he hadn't misread the little dummy's words, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

The reason why Comrade Fanzhou was in such a hurry was still due to the Russians.

A while ago, Comrade Fanzhou saw that the Air Force had gone to the Alliance side and actually brought back the blueprints for the MiG-21. Although they didn't provide a production line or expert guidance like they did with the MiG-15, it's still a sign that relations between the two sides are getting closer again. Comrade Fanzhou remembered the five-wheeled armored vehicles that had been suspended from supply and tried to request the resumption of supply, even preparing the necessary "bribes"—the Prairie Donkey!

Five huge boxes!

Unexpectedly, the alliance rejected him without even a second thought, not even giving him a chance to get drunk.

He was so depressed that he didn't even feel like attending the logistics department's planning meetings.

He was feeling incredibly frustrated and had absolutely no interest in attending the logistics department's planning meeting. What was there to attend? What kind of plans could he possibly come up with?

Even if you make a proper plan, without armor steel, building those "five pairs of wheels" is just wishful thinking; you'd be wasting your time.

As for the independent research and development of armor steel, it was reported eight hundred years ago, but there is still no result.

But no matter what his colleagues reported, the senior figure on land would definitely take the lion's share, and he wasn't worried at all.

Unexpectedly, this planning meeting turned out to be full of unexpected situations and quite a spectacle. Just as it began, the comrade who was always prone to airsickness dropped a bombshell, shamelessly demanding to take 60% of the entire logistics quota. With a wave of his hand, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "We must make sure the skies of our motherland are filled with 'bullets with eyes,' so those flies can't get away!"

Speaking of the Ministry of Defense, the two of them are notorious rivals. Whenever they meet, they're like firecrackers, arguing non-stop. One of them will grin and insult the other, saying that the other is just a "chicken" that flaps around for ages but can't fly; the other will not be outdone and will immediately retort, describing the other as a "land duck" that's just flapping around aimlessly on the shore.

But who could have imagined that the tone of this meeting would suddenly change, with the two of them surprisingly getting along well. On the Navy's side, faced with the Air Force's almost "robbery"-like exorbitant demands, they not only didn't get angry, but instead politely made a small request: to have the logistics department speak to the Ministry of Commerce to stop taking advantage of those who make a living by "going to the beach".

Abnormal, so abnormal!

Sure enough, Hong Da Ge pulled out a report with a forced smile.

"You surnamed Liu, you've got some nerve, huh? You even dared to withhold the relevant reports. GH2747, is it? You used it all in your aircraft engines? Don't you know that besides your engines, there are other places that urgently need this special alloy steel?"

"Hey Xiao, you've changed careers, haven't you? I wouldn't say anything if you casually cast a couple of nets during your patrol, but this thing about you hauling pots over there boatload after boatload... well, someone'll be calculating how you should pay the taxes later..."

Just as the Air Force comrade was pondering which fool had revealed his "secret," the Navy comrade jumped up first.

"What! I have to pay again? Didn't I just get swindled a while ago? Big Hong, stop siding with me! My 'sea snub' is still waiting for his rice to cook!"

"'Sea Drop'? Isn't it 'a limited exploration of ship-launched missiles based on a dual composite mode of radar wave and infrared guidance'?"

After reading the long list of names, Hong Dage couldn't help but pick up his teacup and take a small sip.

"This kid, he still gives himself such a long name..."

"Exploration, exploration, you've already explored and produced samples for me? Are you all starting to form factions now?"

"A 10,000-word self-criticism. A room has been prepared in the basement. Don't come out until you've finished writing it! Oh, this is the order from Guardian Number One..."

Leaving aside the fact that those two guys started to plead with Hong Da Ge to go easy on them, saying that as long as the self-criticism was written, their own projects wouldn't be stopped.

Comrade Fanzhou, holding the documents, astutely discovered the intersection of these projects—the Jiangxia steel rolling mill.

"Hiss, putting aside the civilian projects mentioned earlier, this military firecracker alone took out a long-hidden person during the experimental stage, and even brought down the Demon Within a Demon? The radar and low-altitude bombing system inside the Demon Within a Demon..."

"And he even became the chief designer of Hailiuzi? And pointed out a golden road to success for a bunch of guys who just drift around in their fishing boats?"

"This kid was hidden so well by these guys? So I'm the only one who didn't know? He doesn't respect his big brother at all, does he...?"

Because of the interference of those two "street thugs," the planning meeting could not proceed.

After exchanging greetings, Fanzhou simply went straight to the steel rolling mill: "The mountain is right there, I can walk there, right?"

Thus, the scene described above occurred.

As for the solution Jiang Xia wrote to him, using explosions to obtain composite materials, Comrade Fanzhou was still somewhat surprised.

What the heck is composite material?

explode?

Aside from being able to blast steel plates away, he couldn't imagine that this reaction could be used as a material.

So, he quickly wrote another paragraph and quietly pushed the notebook over.

The bearded man listened to Li Huaide's report, nodding occasionally, seemingly very focused, but his gaze was clearly fixed on the two people who were sneaking around.

The two of them are currently in a situation like children passing notes in class, and the bearded man is momentarily confused, feeling like he is the teacher in the classroom.

It was something as simple as daydreaming, but for some reason, this weathered old man just wanted to laugh.

"Alright, alright. I know you've worked hard. Just make sure the quality and the deadline are met." No, no, the bearded man felt he was about to burst out laughing if he kept reading, so he quickly interrupted Li Huaide's long-winded speech.

As long as the steel rolling mill doesn't cause any delays, all the bearded man wants to do now is play with his new toy.

After all, there was still a machine with a large shovel in the workshop that hadn't been started yet, and the old man was really looking forward to seeing how it would perform.

The two men who were still passing notes were left behind, and the bearded man led Li Huaide to the secret workshop without hesitation.

"Where's my bulldozer?"

"Tell me! Did you hide it, kid?" Li Huaide's collar was grabbed again.

His imposing presence, emanating a natural pressure, caused the white dough to clench its legs tightly.

"Boom~~"

The sound of the wall collapsing could be heard.

"Oh my god, the factory manager knocked down the wall!"