A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

That night, apart from a few fewer of the Russian girls I saw last time, everything at the Moscow restaurant was the same as before.

Jiang Xia led Wang Tie and the others to a satisfying meal here.

There was no way around it; Minister Xia had given too much. With everyone in the factory's confidential workshop, plus the important figures from several departments who had just been arguing in the workshop, and even the three little girls at home all pitching in, the batch of two-yuan meal vouchers hadn't been used up yet.

Finally, Jiang Xia remembered his new friend from the post office and made a phone call.

"Hey, where do you want?"

"Uh, I'm Jiang Xia. I'd like to invite those uncles who came to my office today to have a meal at 'Old Mo's'?"

"You're Jiang Xia? I'm Li Xiangrong! Don't go looking for trouble..."

Before the operator could finish speaking, a different person immediately answered the phone: "Engineer Jiang! We're coming right away!"

Hehe, the only advantage that human operators have over automatic switches is that they can be flexible!

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xia wanted to call the military uncles he knew, but then he thought they must all be busy lately, and it would be too impolite to suddenly invite them, so he put the idea aside.

Yes, this group of people are indeed very busy, so busy that they're almost fighting. Why?

Hehe, we'll talk about that later. Jiang Xia, however, remembered that "chassis specialist" at the Beijing Automobile Factory, and with one phone call, he summoned their factory manager and chief engineer...

Look at the scene now, a huge crowd has filled Old Mo's main hall to the brim.

The factory's master craftsmen originally wanted to go back and change their clothes, but under Jiangxia's slogan of "This is the true nature of the working people," they sat comfortably on the velvet chairs.

Rough, calloused hands carefully stroked the silver cutlery in front of them.

After a while: "Hey, I thought it was something special. The roughness is still a bit lacking. If it were in Master Yi's hands, he could probably use it as a mirror to reflect his own image!"

This isn't just being sarcastic; the mirrored gear has truly become another symbol of the "Little Steel Cannon." After all, many factories have started producing "Little Steel Cannons" now, but those with mirrored gears are the "steel mill's" offspring, and many people are scrambling to get the mirrored version!

Did you see Yi Zhonghai get drunk before even drinking, his face flushed, holding a small knife and boasting that he could sharpen it in three minutes?

As the chefs gradually opened up their voices, the beautiful golden monkey was finally served!

It was still the same old three dishes: a borscht, a cold pickled fish, and a braised beef stew. However, the chefs had lost the initial fervor they displayed when discussing the craftsmanship of Russian tableware; their large hands, holding knives and forks, seemed somewhat at a loss.

Jiang Xia, who was prepared, gestured to Nan Yi, whom he had brought, to start distributing chopsticks to everyone.

Nan Yi has long since become the exclusive chef of the secret workshop. Whenever they work overtime, Nan Yi has to stay up late to prepare food. He can be considered a behind-the-scenes hero. Given Xiao Dai Mao's personality, he is indispensable at gatherings.

The chefs held the wooden chopsticks somewhat bewildered, staring at the tableware on the table that gleamed with an inexplicable light, while simply gripping the chopsticks tightly in their hands.

"I know that you uncles and elders are not used to using knives and forks, so I asked Chef Nan Yi to prepare chopsticks. On the one hand, it will be more convenient for everyone to eat with, and on the other hand, I would like to ask all the chefs to understand that although this is a foreign restaurant, since we are on our turf, we must follow our rules! I can't control what others do, but today, we will use chopsticks!"

"And don't underestimate the chopsticks we've used since we were little, let me tell you..."

"The round end of chopsticks symbolizes the sky, while the square end represents the earth. This design embodies the philosophical concept of 'a round sky and a square earth.' When holding chopsticks, the thumb and index finger are on top, the ring and little fingers are on the bottom, and the middle finger is in the middle, which perfectly forms the image of 'the three powers of heaven, earth, and man,' implying that humans live between heaven and earth, coexisting harmoniously with nature."

Jiang Xia held up a pair of chopsticks and recited a long, elaborate string of words, leaving the master chefs speechless.

"This is our territory, so we're going to use chopsticks!"

"As expected of Engineer Jiang, who is capable of political work, his eloquence is truly impressive!"

The last bit of reserve the master chefs had left vanished completely after Jiang Xia began explaining just how extraordinary the chopsticks we use every day were.

There's no need for toasts or formal dining procedures.

Jiang Xia poured a bottle of brandy for each table, and with the still-warm bread rolls in hand, he held a wine glass in his left hand and a bread roll in his right, waving his hand with a rather imposing air: "Let's eat!"

Everyone laughed.

"Hey, I thought Xiao Jiang was going to spout some slogans! When he took the engineer exam, his speech was absolutely amazing!"

Our master welder, a level eight welder, was also in high spirits today. After a couple of sips of brandy, he began to recount Jiangxia's past "great achievements".

The master craftsmen who had joined the steel rolling mill later were also listening with great interest, holding their wine glasses. Occasionally, they would take a sip of their wine and exclaim: "This foreign wine isn't very good. Our Erguotou is still the best!"

You have your stories, I have my drinks, and the atmosphere grows increasingly lively...

The diners were also very happy. Leaving aside the main course, they devoured every last bit of the free refillable bread rolls at "Old Moscow Restaurant." The Russian chef, rarely encountering so many hearty eaters, seemed to have his Slavic competitive spirit inexplicably ignited.

"Comrades, there's a ration of staple food, but there's still flour. Today, let's see if I can bake faster or you can eat faster!"

Seeing that Jiang Xia still had a bunch of meal vouchers in his hand, the Russian chef simply took them all: "Forget about the brandy, but the beer is all you can eat today!"

"Unlimited drinks for everyone?" Jiang Xia divided the remaining wine in the bottle, pointed to a group of middle-aged people against the wall, and gestured to the chef. This group deliberately made room in the center of the room so that Jiang Xia and his friends could sit together.

Pay attention!

So the table for this group was piled high with food that Jiangxia had given up.

"Hahaha! Alright, today is my last day as head chef. My dear comrades, let's have a good, unbridled drinking session!"

The Russian chef glanced at the pile of unusual meal tickets and smiled knowingly. Looking at the slightly tipsy young man who had climbed onto the table and led everyone in singing the Internationale, he inexplicably thought of the young faces in his own team.

"Xia Heizi, my old friend, is this the good young man you mentioned? He's really full of energy..."

There has never been a savior, nor any god or emperor.

"To create happiness for China, we must rely entirely on ourselves!"

……

A group of people sitting in the corner were also holding beers, watching Jiang Xia and his friends sing to their hearts' content with smiles.

"Is this the kid? I thought he was a bookworm like Shousong, but I didn't expect him to be so lively?"

"Director Lu, please don't joke with me. I'm no match for him. There are always people better than you. His insights into automation control are something I can't catch up to just by writing a few papers..."

A young man, slightly older than Jiang Xia, waved his hand repeatedly at his leader.

"It's alright, let's learn together! You have a solid theoretical foundation, and he has rich practical experience. The organization plans to have you suspend your teaching work and go with him to help manage his affairs. Are you willing?"

“No problem, Mr. Yuanjiu, I’m willing!” The young man from Shousong nodded repeatedly.

At that moment, the singing from Jiangxia grew even louder.

"The most hateful are those venomous snakes and ferocious beasts that devoured our flesh and blood."

Once they are wiped out, the bright red sun will shine across the entire globe.

This is the final battle. Let's unite for tomorrow.

The Internationale must be realized!

As soon as the song ended, cheers resounded throughout the restaurant.

Little Dai Mao had put on that military cap at some point, and the slightly worn red star on the cap gleamed under the crystal chandelier in the restaurant.

Under the light, a fist was clenched tightly.

"Comrades! The work we have done today has laid a solid foundation for us to stand tall! Although you may not understand what I am saying now, one day you will understand!"

"At that time, you will be proud of your efforts today and cheer!"

"However, that's not enough! We need more! Thousands!"

"The work ahead will be tough, are you scared?!"

Jiang Xia raised his fist and looked at his fellow workers.

One fist was raised, then two fists were raised, and everyone raised their arms.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

Let the storm come harder!

Under the red star, we are fearless!