A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Alright! Let's get started! We're still discussing how to use this year's budget, so you'll come with me to the meeting later!" Recalling a certain guy with a tuft of hair sticking out, Minister Wang slammed his hand on the table and stood up straight.

Don't worry! We have powerful backers! That kid accepted my offer of employment!

Think of those big toys for the fishermen, and the new favorites of those guys in leather jackets.

What goes around comes around, and this year it's my turn!

Hmph, our Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications is about to reach the forefront of the world!

……

The secretary wondered where Minister Wang got his confidence from. After all, in his position, the direction of his words was never obvious... Minister Wang's confidential secretary thought to himself, but his pen kept moving as he quickly wrote down the minister's decision.

"Alright, Minister, you go ahead with your work. I'll go collect some more data to make the theoretical data more comprehensive!" Seeing that the minister agreed with his opinion, the young researcher quickly led the rest of the people outside.

"Okay! Go ahead!"

Minister Wang leaned back on his wooden bench with his eyes closed, a smile playing on his lips. He seemed to see himself in the telecommunications industry, ready to tear apart a polar bear with his bare hands and trample a Gallic rooster under his feet, while also sitting on that arrogant bald eagle and giving it a good fart.

Wow, it's so beautiful!

"Which department did that young man come from? It's great that he came up with the idea of ​​conducting cutting-edge research. You know, 'machines don't wait for anyone'!"

This drive to move forward is something our post office should really cultivate!

"Minister, this is a comrade from a brother unit who came to support us. His surname is Wang, his given name is Xiao Mo, and he was transferred from the Logistics Department." The confidential secretary took out the roster and searched for a while before calling out the other person's name.

"Oh...hmm? Why are people from the logistics department coming to me to apply for projects? Oh well, it's rare for them to have the intention. Since they're here to help, I'll consider them as unofficial staff! This project still has a lot of potential..."

Outside the office, researchers who had just come out gathered in a group, cautiously discussing something.

"Xiao Mo, that noise reduction project you just mentioned, was it from our Radar Institute? Why did you report it to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau?"

“Master, our radar institute isn’t rich, but anyway, it’s all pulse signals and ground clutter. According to Engineer Jiang’s basic theory, we can eliminate them! At worst, the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications will take the credit. We just need the experimental data!”

"Wang Xiaomo, I feel like what you're doing is a bit like a cuckoo taking over someone else's nest, it's not very ethical... Isn't this deceiving your comrades?" The old researcher frowned, somewhat displeased.

"It's alright! We have backup!"

"Who is it? If this boss gets angry, not just anyone can handle it!"

"It was taught by the bodyguard next to Engineer Jiang. Don't you remember? After the reed relay sample came out, I wanted to invite Engineer Jiang to take a look, but he was too busy, so I wrote him a letter and asked him some questions..."

"I didn't expect him to actually reply to me. He said that by converting the pulse signal into digital data and then filtering the relevant information through a computer, invalid noise can be removed. That's the basic principle, but we still need to deepen the relevant research ourselves."

"When that guard was helping him deliver the message, he heard me lamenting that I didn't have enough money to continue my research, and that's when he came up with this idea for me..."

"What more could you say? Now that I've learned Jiang's knowledge, I'm his disciple. Jiang and his master often did things like this at the Ministry of Machine Building: 'If the master can go, so can the disciple!'"

The elderly researcher raised his hand shakily and pointed at Wang Xiaomo: "I feel like you guys are misusing classical Chinese... It's like saying, 'If Kou can go, so can I!' Forget it, I'd better explain the situation to my direct supervisor!"

So a group of people found an unmanned manual switchboard, secretly connected the wires themselves, plugged in their headsets, and made a phone call to their superiors.

After listening to the researchers' report, Hong Dage couldn't help but smile wryly.

Forget it, let's strengthen management in the future. But this Wang Xiaomo is really a talent. It seems he recently proposed an intra-pulse frequency sweeping method, which has filled in a lot of the huge gaps in radar technology left by the Russians when they withdrew.

We'll protect our own people. Luckily, I still have some connections with Old Wang at the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications. What's face worth anyway! I'm so poor I have to sell my dog-skin coat!

"Oh, Chief Steward, you've finally decided to call? Is it to apologize? I'm waiting to hear it!" Minister Wang said calmly on the other end of the phone. Ha, don't forget whose territory the post office is.

Thinking they can make secret calls just by setting up a switchboard? These researchers are just too naive.

After much discussion, and countless smiles from Hong Dage, the two finally reached an agreement: the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications would claim all the credit for the project's achievements, while the research results would be jointly managed by both companies, each holding 50%. The Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications would be fully responsible for the research funding.

Everyone was happy, and both sides were laughing. As for Wang Xiaomo, this guy who thought "if the master can go, the disciple can go too," both big shots agreed that he was instigated, and the fault did not lie with him...

However, whether the 50/50 agreement on the research results would later cause Hong to regret it is another matter. In any case, the people in the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications always had a crooked mouth when they looked at the people in the Logistics Department.

Laughing!

Even after the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications was split up, those people in the system would still go and pay their respects to Minister Wang's descendants. The reason was simple: the 50% ownership of that research result was too tempting.

The investment was so lucrative that the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications didn't have to do anything and could still profit from it every year. It was arguably the most successful investment the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications had ever made.

Of course, people are unaware of these circumstances at the moment, and there are certainly dissenting opinions.

Right now, the confidential secretary has already offered a tactful perspective.

"Minister, isn't it hasty to make this decision before it's even been put to a meeting?"

"Hey... the whole country is one big game. The logistics department is so poor that they're skinning dogs to make coats to pay off debts. We're all comrades, so let's lend a hand if we can."

"But a large portion of this year's budget is allocated to expanding communication lines. If you provide that support, those bosses who can't get through on the phone will be yelling at you again!"

"You know this and you're still nagging! Why don't you go and urge them to assemble the space division switch? If this thing works well, we'll save on labor costs!"

"Oh, right, call the steel mill's security department later and tell them I miss my son, and that bastard Wang Kui should get his ass back here!"

As he spoke, Minister Wang walked to the window, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"Yes, Minister. You truly have a deep love for your child!"

The confidential secretary flattered him and then began taking notes again.

"Hey, come look, isn't that a firewood stand over there? Go buy both of those thick wooden sticks..."

Minister Wang turned his head, his eyes gleaming red.

“(⊙o⊙)…, Minister, you’re so scary.”