A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Go!

If we don't hurry, Dr. Lan Ying will really be waiting in vain!

Old Wang, through special channels, learned that the leader had already repeated the same old rhetoric twice. Minister Wang of the Fourth Ministry of Machine Building had begun recounting that famous long journey.

If he doesn't show up soon, he'll start explaining the principles of radio communication.

The modified Jeep sped along, but well, it was stopped.

Old Wang was very annoyed. He hadn't even taken the main road, so why was he stopped?

"Comrade, the foreign guests' motorcade hasn't arrived yet. Could you let us pass first?"

The uncle in the hat holding the red and white baton looked at the passes piled up on the small jeep and felt a little apprehensive.

But looking at Jiang Xia sitting in the passenger seat, his face, still too young despite being covered in grease and grime, tsk tsk, a kid from a high-ranking family?

Pooh!

You'd better stay put!

Just a couple of days ago, there were a few clueless guys yelling that they wanted to see some foreign women and trying to force their way into the welcoming line. Otherwise, this little road wouldn't have been specially assigned a sentry post like this.

The national system is of paramount importance!

Jiang Xia wasn't in a hurry. He calmly climbed into the back seat, put a flashlight in his mouth, and began organizing the blueprints for the printer by the light from the heater in the jeep. He decided to spend the next few days in the production workshop tinkering with the excavators, and take this opportunity to hand over the blueprints to his senior brothers from Yunnan and Guizhou.

Old Wang glanced back at the serious-looking Jiang Xia, then simply reversed the car and quietly disappeared from Uncle Hat's sight through the winding alleys.

"Hmph, all paths lead to the same place. If the main road is blocked, I can always find a way around!"

Jiang Xia silently gave him a thumbs up. It has to be Old Wang. If it were Jiang Xia, he would have been "lost in Beijing" long ago in this messy alley.

"Did you memorize the entire map of Beijing?"

"That's the most basic thing. Otherwise, how would you catch mice?"

"Hmm, turn left here, then right, and go straight for about 100 meters to get out..." Old Wang lit a cigarette by the charcoal fire beside him, his left hand resting comfortably on the car window.

Hey, this action has become standard practice for drivers after their cars were fitted with hydraulic power steering. When passing other vehicles, this is the way to do it!

Especially when looking at those still holding the steering wheel with both hands, he raised an eyebrow, put his left hand on the wheel, and said: "Oh, still driving a car without power steering? Your company is really stingy..."

Seeing the driver across the street's flushed face, the driver of the modified car instantly perked up!

Comfortable!

Old Wang was in this state of mind, but after walking ten meters, his anger level was at its maximum.

Damn it! When did this alleyway entrance get blocked by a pile of coal?!

No problem, we'll just take another alley. It's just a matter of going a little further, but we're going 90 km/h!

Uh, who built a shack over here?

What should have been a ten-minute drive took Old Wang more than thirty minutes, with all the detours.

Big Old Wang is not Xixi.

It's better to just wait patiently for them to let us through.

Jiang Xia chuckled and said, "Heh, this is nothing yet. People haven't really let their hands and feet move freely yet. At most, they'll just temporarily put some things in the alley."

Illegal construction and such... In the alleys of Beijing in later years, would you dare to venture out without someone you know to guide you?

Finally, the impatient Old Wang, relying on the powerful engine of his modified vehicle, managed to tumble over a small coal pile and stumble back to the main road.

"As the old saying goes, 'Never enter a forest.' Old Wang, you're taking that to heart!"

Old Wang, fuming, pulled out a hardened steamed bun and threw it on the charcoal fire: "Eat your food, or you'll faint again and become a laughingstock!"

"Put-put-put-put-put~~" A deep sound came from outside the car window, and at the same time the window glass was knocked.

"Comrade! Keep the formation, you've deviated from the convoy line!"

?

Jiang Xia curiously observed the man in the white uniform and hat outside the window. Hmm, he looked familiar. However, the streetlights were too dim, and Jiang Xia, who was somewhat night-blind, couldn't make out the man's features clearly.

My gaze drifted down, and lo and behold, a bright red motorcycle, quite a sight to behold.

What does he mean by "team line"?

Never mind all that, quickly scoop the steamed buns out; the outside is almost burnt!

It smells so good!

Jiang Xia put the blueprints aside, grabbed a piece of bread whose crust had been burnt, and took a bite.

Following the instructions of the man in the hat, Old Wang calmly and gently turned the steering wheel, guiding the jeep slowly forward along the white line on the ground.

However, a bead of sweat the size of a soybean slowly slid down his neck.

The man in the hat outside the car nodded in satisfaction as the little jeep started to go straight, and twisted the accelerator to move forward. But when he saw the black soot on the hood of the little jeep, he frowned again.

Wait, how come the cars in the convoy are so dirty?

Looking up at the stacks of passes on the windshield, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. But that wasn't enough; Uncle Hat slowed down again and peered inside through the window.

Huh? Why is there only one young man? And he's even disguised!

Well, the oil stains on Jiang Xia's face, smeared by Lao Wang, did indeed have a certain air of disguise under the dim streetlights.

Uncle Hat's mind immediately went blank, but the young man looked vaguely familiar, especially the tuft of hair on his head...

"Jiang Xia! What are you doing here! And your face is so dark?"

Jiang Xia squinted, still couldn't see clearly... but he did hear the other person say that he had a dark complexion.

Jiang Xia casually touched his face, then leaned out of the car window to examine the other person closely: "Ha, Officer Gao? Wow, you're doing pretty well, riding a motorcycle now?"

"Haha, no, no, a senior player got injured, and I stepped in temporarily as a substitute. I'm just playing as a striker; I can't fit into the back row!"

"Uh, wait a minute. How did you become part of the guard team when you're so weak?"

"What security detail? I'm on my way to a meeting."

As they spoke, Old Wang's neck was covered in more and more sweat, and Officer Gao's forehead, under his peaked cap, was also covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.

"You guys, get out of here quickly..."

"Oh no! It's too late..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia looked behind the car and saw a black sedan speeding towards them. It didn't look as high-end as the one he had ridden in last time, except that it had two flags stuck in the front, one red and one green.

*Crack!* The steamed bun Jiang Xia was holding in his mouth fell to the ground…

"Don't panic, don't panic. The people behind us are actually benefiting; they came in a private capacity. According to the rules, they shouldn't have a security escort. By joining us, their rank has been raised a level..." As he spoke, Old Wang pulled out his little notebook and waved it at Officer Gao, "We're on the same side!"

Yeah, that stubborn old Wang.

If it weren't for the beads of sweat on his neck giving him away, Jiang Xia would have actually believed it.

There was no other way; taking a detour would be even more obvious at this point. After checking the documents, Officer Gao could only accelerate and get in front of the jeep, while Officer Wang reached under the seat, pulled out a dark red, horn-like object, and slammed it onto the roof with a snap.

"Hehe, this vehicle was originally going to participate in the welcoming ceremony too. I even got some equipment for it. It's legitimately from where it came from, and it even has a serial number!"

As he spoke, Old Wang stretched out his arm again, rummaged through the pile of passes, and pulled out a black one with red lettering, placing it on top.

"All done!"

"Really?" Jiang Xia remained skeptical. "We can't do anything that would be beneath our dignity. Diplomacy is no small matter, Comrade Wang!"

"Pshaw, don't even mention that Saudi Arabia, we could give anyone from France a proper welcome without even changing our clothes!"

"Enough about you, even if we were taken out, we'd still be... well, for various reasons, everyone from the West is a white person. Even if we follow the rules, we won't be lacking in physique!"

"We cleared the way for the people behind us, and they still think they're above us!"

Okay, you're a professional, I trust you!

Jiang Xia peered through the rear window for a while, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything except for a splash of bright red on the car behind him. The dark green flag on the other side of the car was completely inconspicuous in the darkness.

"The camels arrived early? Hurry up and bring out the 'big toy' to attract their attention!"

There's no way around it; even China itself hasn't managed to create the protagonist of that legendary story. And the 'sea snub' they're interested in isn't something they can sell to them right now.

The international situation is too complex. A hasty sale of equipment would trigger a chemical reaction that China cannot currently withstand.

Therefore, some seemingly insignificant things are the best way to earn extra money.

……

At the Sijiucheng Grand Hotel, Lao Wang led the limousine behind him, circling the large flower bed once.

They waited until the foreign guests got off the car before preparing to slip away quietly.

Jiang Xia watched as the foreign guests appeared at the door. Wait, why weren't they wearing their traditional white robes? They were dressed in dark suits instead. However, they still had cloths covering their heads.

The two younger ones wore red cloth, while the rest wore white.

The one with the red cloth on his head waved at Jiangxia's little jeep.

Hey, that's polite!

In response to this enthusiasm, Jiang Xia poked his head out and waved back.

“?? ?????? ?????? ”

The man with the red cloth on his head paused, watching the departing jeep, his smile somewhat stiff.

He turned to our staff and muttered something under his breath.

After their onboard translator relayed the information in English, our diplomats were somewhat bewildered:

"Uh, are you seeing things? No, you're not?"

Hongbutou didn't hesitate much and followed the waiter into the hall.

"Hey? What did that person ask just now? Don't answer anything wrong!"

"He asked if our country had brought in Black people to work as security guards? I said no, sir, what kind of question is that? It's completely nonsensical..."

The head of the reception department at the outbound port scratched his chin: "Hey, we don't have an Arabic translator, so we need to translate it into English. Is there a translation error...?"

"But the faces of the people in that little jeep just now were quite dark..."

"Which department does that car belong to? That's strange, according to the arrangements, this group of guests shouldn't have a lead car!" The leader suddenly became alert: "Investigate!"