A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"What happened? Is it still usable?"

"Tsk, they overestimated the weather in Beijing! If this were in Northeast China, there wouldn't be any smoke! It's God's fault!"

The little brat shook his tuft of hair and pointed out the window, refusing to admit that he had forgotten about the cooling system.

Do not ask!

The answer is airflow for heat dissipation!

Just like that drilling platform, you don't care whether I add water or pump mud, as long as it works!

Since the path has already been paved, great scholars will naturally refine it.

Crack! A crack appeared in the windowpane.

!

"Pah, pah, pah! Children say the darndest things, let the wind blow it away, please don't take offense, sir!"

Secretary Liu's eyes widened, and she quickly walked to Jiang Xia's side, reaching out to gently pat his mouth.

"Oh dear, you still believe in this stuff? It was just exposed to that laser; it probably cracked because of the temperature..."

"Is there anything to eat? I'm so sleepy!"

Secretary Liu rummaged through his trouser leg again: "I believe! I believe in my father and mother, and their comrades are watching us from heaven..."

Jiang Xia silently ate the steamed bun that Secretary Liu took out.

"I believe it too... Hey? Besides a gun, you didn't have anything weird hidden in your trouser leg, did you?"

Secretary Liu silently pulled out an oval-shaped hand grenade.

Damn, why are you all so impulsive?

"Hey, what do you think would happen to those gods if our ancestors were watching over us from heaven?"

"Ha, of course it's 100,000 banners to slay Yama!" Secretary Liu was also dejected for a while before looking up and answering.

"Tsk, Yama, the King of Hell, is underground..."

"We've done it before, protecting the cities from the countryside..."

"Hahaha!!"

"Hey hey hey..."

During the conversation, the little boy tilted his head and slowly fell asleep.

Seeing this, Secretary Liu pulled out the blanket that Jiang Xia had thrown in the closet and covered him with it.

He walked up to the still slightly warm laser emitter and mimicked Jiang Xia's tone, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt inexplicably good.

"Father, Mother, did you see that red light?"

……

Ah~~ Spring slumber is so sweet, I don't even notice the dawn, everywhere I hear birds singing~

Jiang Xia, who had only slept halfway, woke up groggily and looked at the still dark room.

"Huh? It's still so dark? I just fell asleep and I woke up? I guess I'll sleep a little longer..."

Swipe!

The curtains were drawn open.

The sudden light made Jiang Xia squint his eyes in dissatisfaction.

"Secretary Liu, this is going too far! We finally get to steal a paycheck, and you...you..."

Good heavens~ When did so many people grow in this small office?

On the long bench beneath him, a man with a large beard and a pipe appeared.

Hey~ he's smiling at me~

The little brat rubbed his eyes ungracefully, still there!

The pipe was still smoking.

Are hallucinations really that real?

My gaze shifted slightly to the left, and there stood a man in a neat Zhongshan suit, the fountain pen on his chest gleaming with an inexplicable luster.

The two men were pointing at the sketch of Jiangxia's laser and discussing something in hushed tones.

Looking behind them, a quiet lady had just put down her phone. Her gentle gaze swept over Jiang Xia, finally lingering for a moment on Jiang Xia's swaying ahoge (cowlick).

"You little dazed one, wake up! Come on, tell us what this thing is! You never look at your watch!" The big boss pointed with his arm.

Behind him, Minister Xia, his face dark, was taking sips of tea from time to time, his eyes glaring at the brat.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

Beside him, the naval bigwig was still leisurely strolling on the flat ground, smiling obsequiously at the boatman beside him.

Comrade Fanzhou just smiled at the little brat, then turned to look at the naval bigwig, twisted his neck, and let out a soft hum.

Haha, they must still be dreaming, otherwise how could these big shots sprout up like mushrooms?

Secretary Liu specifically requested that something like Boletus edulis be added to the steamed buns.

The little rascal scurried back under the covers with a whoosh, frantically rubbing his eyes with both paws.

"Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation, Ms. Pei, is that the English name?"

"Yes, sir, you're absolutely right!"

The little brat remained huddled under the covers, too afraid to move.

Teacher Pei glanced at the little brat with amusement. The bigwigs beside her burst into silent laughter. Even Minister Xia, who was sulking, shook his head helplessly, a hint of a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Yes, I just got in touch with the professor in Bald Eagle. According to him, there haven't been any academic reports about this project in the academic community yet."

"The specific details are still being verified by our colleagues outside. However, I believe the child made a mistake."

"So, this thing was first invented in China?"

"Professor Pei, do you mean that Bald Eagle hasn't gotten this thing yet?"

Professor Pei remained gentle: "The situation is still unclear, but my old friend has indeed not seen any related news in the relevant academic journals."

How did you find out that they had already started the experiments?

"In Teacher Guo's book, when 'Teacher Qin' was teaching me English, there was an article that introduced it. They were using a kind of spiral light pump..."

"Hey! Guo Degang's books are from several years ago. You can read some of the basic theories in them, but they're way behind the latest cutting-edge information..."

The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit waved his hand: "I've also asked some old friends to help me check again. This is a big deal. If there really isn't any relevant papers, then we'll truly be number one in this field!"

"Your Excellencies, this matter is very important; you should probably urge them to expedite it!"

The bearded man and his leader exchanged a glance: "How important is it? What are its key points? Can it be implemented in practice?"

That's why this leader is so wise; with just a few words, he hit the nail on the head.

Swish, swish, swish, and another pair of eyes turned to the little tuft of hair.

Hmm? Didn't I tell Secretary Liu? He didn't say anything?

After looking around, Xiao Liu, the secretary, had disappeared. Oh well, Xiao Dai Mao repeated what he had said to Xiao Liu earlier.

“I know about navigation, Dean Qian did give this little guy some homework…” The old man in the Zhongshan suit laughed heartily.

"I originally just thought this kid had a knack for things and I'd have him make a machine, but I never expected him to make such a leap! He's a force to be reckoned with!"

"If that guy who was praised by the Prime Minister of Lobster Country during World War II knew about this practical application, he'd probably jump three feet high!"

What?

The old man said I was a promising young man!

How could it make another elderly man with the same surname jump three feet high?

I'm drunk, I'm drunk.

Little Dai Mao's face was flushed, as if he had drunk three catties of wine.

……

Meanwhile, on the Bald Eagle's side, someone hailed as the blueprint for "Iron Man" was unleashing a furious tirade against Foberle.

"I've told you, where's the evidence? If you're so capable, find the black box of that plane. Otherwise, what makes you think our company leaked the secrets? We have important research in our hands, and you've seriously interfered with our experimental progress! I'm going to file a complaint against you in Congress!"

"Oh, Mr. Hughes, calm down, calm down. As for the evidence, we are looking for it. After all, your company is currently the largest missile manufacturer. Apart from you, we can't understand why that backward country could produce a weapon that could shoot down the RF-101!"

"behind?"

Mr. Hughes's two neatly trimmed mustaches twitched up.

"Don't forget how those backward countries you speak of drove you into the sea..."

"Tsk tsk, that's a Pentagon matter. We're different after all."

“Mr. Hughes, have you heard of the ‘Veterans’ Alliance’? If you could provide a sponsorship…”

groove!

These carrion vultures, Fobo!