A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Gurgle~~" Jiang Xia's stomach growled a few times as she was asking for the phone number of the outer department.

"Tsk, eating ice cream in the dead of winter is a bit of a stretch, I have a slight stomachache..." Jiang Xia picked up the water bottle left by Lao Wang on the table and started pausing again.

After drinking the warm water, I felt much better.

"Hello, boss, this is Jiang Xia from the steel rolling mill!"

"This is outrageous! Where does this arrogance come from? Tell that French rooster that if they can't reach an agreement, then they shouldn't talk! Don't they know what time it is? Do they want to apply their colonialist policies to us?"

"Tell them they're delusional! If we don't sever diplomatic relations with Taiwan, then we have no future!"

A series of clanging sounds came from the microphone, and after a while, it seemed as if the microphone was covered, and the sound subsided slightly.

But their voices kept coming, though they sounded somewhat distorted in the hazy sound.

"Alright, don't get so worked up. Let's find common ground while reserving differences! However, I agree with your opinion: 'two Chinas' is not allowed!" Another gentle voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

It's him!

That senior colleague who made me work only 8 hours a day!

A surge of emotion welled up in Jiang Xia's heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Instinct told him he should hang up; this was too important for him to overhear. But he was so reluctant; he really wanted to hear him praise him as a good young man…

"You're an outer commander now, and your work outside the capital isn't about having a hundred thousand banners to slay Yama!" After saying this, a soft laugh came from the microphone.

"Alright, stop talking to him. Look how confused he is just by talking to him on the phone. Whose call is it? Don't keep others waiting!"

"Oh, that kid you guys were talking about the other day..."

As they spoke, the voice on the other end of the phone became clearer: "You little brat, what are you listening to?"

Before Jiang Xia could reply, the voice continued: "It doesn't matter if you heard it! I'll have a real fight with them sooner or later!"

"I'm hanging up now, I'll call you later!"

The phone call ended with Jiang Xia saying "Oh, okay, I know" repeatedly.

Ah~~~

Jiang Xia let out a wild cry and stuck his already steaming head out the window.

I'm so excited!

I heard all the voices of my seniors! Especially the one who said we were like the rising sun at eight or nine in the morning.

Did my phone call reach the lake?

Uncle Wang from the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, you've been so kind to me!

Bang~~

The office door was kicked open by Lao Wang, who slid in and covered Jiang Xia's body behind him, while two huge revolvers appeared in his hands.

The gun-swinging motion was so fast that the drum-shaped magazine started spinning, making a clattering sound.

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I was just excited. Do you know whose voice I heard?"

Gululu...

Old Wang's stomach rumbled. "Uh, I don't know. But the sound you're hearing now is coming from me..."

The sudden sensation made Old Wang sit up like a duck, the cool floor providing a brief respite from the unexpected surge of emotion...

"It's okay, don't yell. You scared me so much my stomach hurts..."

"Get out of here, the smell is coming out!"

Jiang Xia rudely pushed Old Wang aside and lay down on the chair. He began to ponder to himself: They were just discussing establishing diplomatic relations with France, weren't they?

Hmm, it seems like the time is a bit ahead of schedule now.

No, no. This isn't something I'm thinking about right now, but the big shot was talking about arrogance and stuff.

Jiang Xia recalled his suggestion to the bigwigs of the Outer Jiao Department; they must have already taken them to see the Big Yellow clone. It seems someone there said something impolite that angered the bigwig.

It makes sense, considering that the French invented the first addition and subtraction calculator. Given their current mathematical prowess, it's perfectly normal for them to look down on "Big Yellow".

Given China's tradition of humility, the Chinese Academy of Sciences probably won't showcase "Big Yellow's" specific capabilities to those Frenchmen. After all, modern computers are the kind that have intricate details; you can't really tell what they're made of just by looking at them!

Think about the original version of Big Yellow in Jiangxia's house. Don't be fooled by the bunch of spider webs fluttering in the wind. Its actual ability after being enhanced by Little Hair is absolutely enough to crush the French's current assembled machine, which uses half transistors and half vacuum tubes.

This is no longer the era where computer stores in later years use fancy computer cases to fool novices.

But how dare the French laugh at us? Your greatest contribution to computers is probably that Pascal's calculator, but that thing was invented in 1642...

Oh, and that jacquard loom should be included too, since it was a milestone in programmable machines.

But, in the field of computers alone, China can absolutely crush you all right now! Not to mention the printers we're currently developing, just a basic keyboard is enough to make you hole punchers look up in awe!

The grievances suffered by the elderly made Xiao Dai Mao feel a lump in his throat. Could it be that those French roosters just couldn't understand?

No, it's clearly a case of pretending to be stupid when you're actually smart!

The gap isn't big enough! Only a large enough gap can truly win over the western countries!

凸(艹皿艹). Gallic chickens, since you were the first Western country to establish diplomatic relations with China, I'll treat you better!

Kneel down and sing "Conquer" for me, and I'll let you go!

Come out, modem!

Two dark, plastic boxes appeared in Jiang Xia's hands.

Why two?

Duh, there are two!

One component, called a modulator, is responsible for converting digital signals into analog signals for transmission over telephone lines. The demodulator reverses this process, allowing the signal to be recognized by a computer.

Later modems integrated these two components together. However, the one Jiangxia bought is probably a version from the early 1970s. That seems quite accurate, doesn't it?

Crack! Smash the black plastic casing to reveal the circuit board inside.

Let's draw the circuit diagram first, and then make some components based on the diagram and remake it ourselves. After all, such neat solder joints will immediately give away the fake one. Xiao Dai Mao's chicken-poop soldering has almost become another kind of anti-counterfeiting code.

Jiang Xia has already scanned the approximate models of the components inside. No problem, with the current level of electronics technology, it's still manageable; at most, the size will increase by a tiny bit...

Okay, if changing from the size of a palm to the size of a car repair toolbox is still a tiny bit, then the little brat's statement isn't entirely wrong.

Oh, and there are also the application layer protocols for telnet and ftp. I wonder how well those three girls are copying them. Even if they haven't finished, it doesn't matter; it's just setting up a network, so having the underlying protocols is enough.

Tell Old Wang to go and ask around. Old Li has hidden these girls' whereabouts too well; even Jiang Xia doesn't know where they are...

(Even if you tell Little Dumb Hair the address, he might not be able to find the place. Do you think there will be road signs at the place that Old Li arranged?)

"Big Brother Wang, Wang Kui, Brother Wang?"

Jiang Xia, who had shouted into the corridor, was puzzled. He usually got a immediate response. Why was there no response today?

After a while, Secretary Liu, who looked a little pale, walked in with her legs crossed.

"Important?"

"Uh, not really. You have diarrhea too?"

"Mom is right, you can't eat cold food in winter. Old Wang is squatting right next to me..."

"Haha~ You guys have such weak bodies. I ate it and I'm perfectly fine!"

"People should always look for the reasons within themselves! They can't just keep blaming the food! Think about whether they've been exercising regularly, okay?"

Secretary Liu glared resentfully at the gloating little idiot. But it was really strange. So many comrades said they had stomach aches, but how come this person who looked so weak was perfectly fine?

What a surprise!

not good!

The cramping pain in her abdomen left Secretary Liu no time to think; she clapped her legs together and ran downstairs again.

The annex building where Jiangxia works doesn't have a restroom; to use the restroom, one either has to go to a public restroom or run to the main building. But given Secretary Liu's condition, even asking him to come downstairs is a bit of an inconvenience.

Climbing stairs? Forget about it!

Finally back on the first floor, just as Secretary Liu was about to run away, Jiang Xia popped his head out of the window and shouted:

"Brother, let me give you some advice!"

"What?" Secretary Liu strained his anus and held his breath, struggling to lift his head to look at Jiang Xia upstairs.

"When you have diarrhea, don't trust any farts..."

"What the heck! This is so weird!" In a moment of distraction, Secretary Liu felt a warm sensation in her groin...

"You little rascal, I'm not done with you yet!"