A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

It's sunny today!

Jiang Xia looked up at the rare sunny day, rubbed her still bloated belly, and slowly started running down the street.

I couldn't help it, I ate too much yesterday.

Jiang Xia had planned to use the free dinner rolls to complete the blueprints on the printer, but instead, he ran into a friendly older brother chef and ended up drinking too much beer.

Hey, you know what, this beer is really good, completely different from the kind you get in later generations. That malty aroma has totally changed Jiang Xia's understanding of beer.

He accidentally drank too much, and naturally, the plan to continue printing the blueprints fell through. However, it did give the miserable Jiang Xia a rare experience of feeling full.

This feeling is still quite unpleasant; even the burps I burp in the morning smell terrible.

The little ahoge almost suffocated from the stench.

Old Wang then kicked the little brat off the car and let him run around slowly.

"The best way to aid digestion is to get moving!"

Little Dumb Hair had originally planned to go find the old strategist to ask if he had any digestive pills, but after hearing what Old Wang said, he changed his mind and thought about it:

That works too. I can take my time to figure out how to fix the printer issue.

Should he continue with the dot matrix printer as he had previously planned, or tinker with inkjet printers? As for the "laser" printer he mentioned earlier, he considered it a future development direction and threw it into his messy space long ago.

Tsk, let's stick with the needle type. Haven't you seen that every company's finance department has one of these in later generations?

No wonder, this little thing can print carbon paper! Invoices and delivery slips are where dot matrix printers really shine. Especially now, people are used to using carbon paper.

This is called evolving slowly without changing external conditions.

For all you bigwigs who own companies, is this how it is? Although we now use paper called carbonless copy paper, which eliminates the need for the blue copy paper, the principle is still the same!

The positioning system is almost done, and the paper feeding system is simple; all that's missing is the control circuit. But that's not an issue—if there's no integrated circuit, we can just use jumper wires…

The troublesome part is the printing system, specifically the printing pins on the 16x16 dot matrix print head. Manufacturing it is no problem, but controlling it is a bit difficult.

Later generations generally used electromagnetic principles for control, but electromagnetic control is precisely Xiao Dai Mao's weakness. Didn't you see that he wanted to put a permanent magnet biased three-degree-of-freedom magnetic levitation bearing on a centrifuge, but nothing ever came of it?

Every coin has two sides, but why not just call in reinforcements?

Um, which expert should I consult?

Why not just hand it over to Senior Brother Yungui's group? When Jiang Xia visited the set earlier, he noticed that there was a researcher with the surname Wang in Senior Brother Yungui's group. When he asked his name, hey, it turns out to be you!

If this genius can make laser typesetting, then a small printer must be a piece of cake for him!

That's it! Let them fiddle with the printer for now, it's just a nice bonus. I'll get the most important thing done first!

I'm not fighting alone!

After thinking it over, the little guy with the ahoge (a slang term for a small, wispy hair) made up his mind, raised his head, and his steps became light again.

White clouds drift across the blue sky...

Dadadada~~

A series of rapid footsteps came from behind. Jiang Xia frowned and stepped aside. Don't blame him for being nervous; it was all thanks to the influence of Secretary Liu. He would often teach Jiang Xia some life-saving tips for gathering intelligence.

The first rule is to always find out who's behind it!

Jiang Xia stood by the roadside, and when he turned his gaze, he saw a group of young people in sportswear running up quickly from behind him.

They were all dressed in dark blue tracksuits with two large white characters on their chests. The leader had his hair parted to the right and was very energetic with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

The sweat covering their heads made them look somewhat disheveled.

Holy crap! Is that guy from the national team?

Legendary! I've met a legend!

The little guy with the ahoge (cowlick) opened his mouth wide and waved his right hand in the air, looking a bit dazed.

If you knew who this person was, you'd be just as excited as a little kid. Do you know how a certain ping-pong brand got its name?

This is what this legend earned for us! The 25th World Table Tennis Championships Men's Singles Champion! He was also the first world champion in the sports world of New China!

Back then, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was never recognized by the International Olympic Committee. They, along with some international single-sport organizations, tried to create a situation of "two Chinas" in sports events.

Yes, just like today, history always repeats itself. The AO Committee has never given up on making trouble for us.

Therefore, the hard-line elders announced in 58 that they would sever all ties with the International Olympic Committee and withdraw from 11 international single-sport organizations, including international swimming and athletics organizations.

How tough is that!

Tell me, aren't we tough? Back then, we truly lived up to the saying: "Fierce-browed, we defy a thousand pointing fingers!"

But this resulted in our athletes being unable to showcase their talents on the international stage for a long time. Except for—table tennis.

Let us remember this name—Ivo Montagu.

The first president of the International Table Tennis Federation (ITTF) withstood immense pressure to invite us to join the ITTF and allow us to participate in the 20th World Table Tennis Championships.

Hehe, by the way, this old man is a member of the Communist Party of China.

So why did we build the Workers' Stadium and host the 26th World Table Tennis Championships when everyone was half-starved?

Simply put, we are always warm and welcoming to our friends.

……

As the athletes ran past Jiangxia, they all smiled at the young man with the wide grin.

Yeah!

Are the people behind the legendary Guotuan the "Five Tigers"?

"Teacher Ze Dong? Teacher Yin Sheng..."

That's incredible, truly incredible.

"Hey...Old Wang, get your camera out! I want to take a picture with them!" Jiang Xia waved excitedly at Wang Kui, who was driving behind them at a distance.

Old Wang thought something had happened, so he quickly stepped on the gas and came over.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you bring a camera? I want to take a picture with the athlete in front of me!"

"Uh..." Old Wang was embarrassed. When he brought the little ahoge home yesterday, he actually remembered this matter, and the camera was even placed on the table.

It was so funny when my little tuft of hair looked like it was about to throw up from its own "smoke-filled burps" when it woke up in the morning. I laughed it off and forgot about it.

"Alright, they're preparing for the World Table Tennis Championships! We can't disturb them!" Old Wang rolled his eyes and gave a legitimate reason.

"You have a meeting today! Don't be late..."

Sigh, Jiang Xia's ahoge (cowlick) drooped down. Yes, the Academy of Sciences sent an urgent message last night saying that the Fourth Ministry of Machine Building had been officially established and asked him to attend a closing meeting, and also instructed him to be present.

If it weren't for the fact that it's Sunday, Little Dumb Hair would definitely give himself a day off.

"The Fourth Ministry of Machine Building, when did this happen? I'm not the factory director, why would they call me to a meeting..."

Jiang Xia watched the athletes run far away, withdrew his longing gaze, and got into the car with a grumble.

Looking at the dejected little tuft of hair, Old Wang gave an awkward laugh:

"It's okay, I'll come again tomorrow. They're doing intensive training right now, and they have to run from the Beijing Railway Station to the Workers' Stadium!"

"It's so far! In the dead of winter, we can't let them get sick!"

"You think everyone's as weak as you?"

"Pshaw! Then I'll get up and run from now on! I'll run with them!"

Jiang Xia shook his head: "Uh, we don't have to go that far, just follow this distance..."

Old Wang looked at the less than 1,000-meter length that Jiang Xia was gesturing and laughed silently.

Still saying you're not a weakling?

Okay, I'll grind more bone meal when I get back to the factory.