A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

After confirming the presence of Salmonella, a massive factory-wide cleanup began, with the canteen becoming a primary target. According to Dr. Fangzhou, this filthy stuff is everywhere; it can survive for 5 months to 2 years in feces, soil, food, and water.

They can reproduce in large numbers at temperatures above 20°C, but they are not very resistant to heat and can be killed in 15 minutes at 60°C.

The most likely cause of the illness is that the food was not heated long enough.

Insufficient heating time? As a manufacturer of regular pressure cookers, the cafeteria should have upgraded to high-end models long ago. How could such a problem occur?

The two bigwigs at the steel rolling mill unconsciously huddled together and started discussing. It wasn't until Old Wang returned to their side and explained things briefly that the two men finally felt relieved.

"Oh! So that's ice cream. Can we still eat it?"

Some of the workers who had just started to recover began to miss that delicious little dessert again...

Humans are like that; they remember the good times but not the bad.

However, those who are not in a position should not concern themselves with its affairs. We workers should just do our jobs well, and as for the rest, well, there are leaders to handle it!

So Jiang Xia returned to his office and continued tinkering with his modem. To enable network transmission, he had to make two sets of this thing at once, which was quite a hassle.

"You mean, the little mouse has reappeared? And she even managed to sneak into my office?" Jiang Xia, who was struggling with a pile of components with a soldering iron in hand, opened his mouth and raised his head after hearing the information summarized by Lao Wang.

Old Wang tossed the components he'd found on the little mouse onto Jiang Xia's table. "Hmm, pretty good at hiding it. She pretended to be pregnant for months, and even the union's senior sister didn't realize she was faking it..."

"Ugh, how stupid. You won't get a reward for this kind of component..."

"Stupid? You should be glad! Those guys found a chemical weapons depot left in a notebook, full of all sorts of junk. If they weren't so afraid of death, we'd all be the vanguard of that guy who slays Yama!"

"Ah! I knew it was the dead of winter, where would salmonella come from! Turns out someone really was sabotaging things..."

"So, you better watch out from now on, don't run off like a shot when it's mealtime. I've told Nan Yi that he'll prepare a separate meal for you from now on..."

"Isn't this a sign of being out of touch with the masses?"

"Enough with the nonsense! This is a decision, not a discussion. I'm leaving now, my old man's gone crazy today, he insists I go home and check on him..."

After saying that, Old Wang quickly packed his things, picked up a large leather suitcase, and left.

"I'll bring back that manuscript you wanted tomorrow. Don't go to the train station tonight to deliver the goods; just stay in the office. Hongjun will keep you company!"

Oh right, the wheeled excavator and centrifuge still need to be delivered to the railway company today, but with Yang Youning watching over them, nothing serious should happen.

The red phone rang, and Jiang Xia waved to Lao Wang, telling him to do as he pleased.

"Please give my regards to my uncle. Oh, and could you also ask him if he'd be free tomorrow to go to the Academy of Sciences to get a phone line installed for me? I have something I'd like him to see..."

Old Wang grinned: "You little brat, you've got too big for your britches. My father is a minister, after all. You think you can get a minister to pull strings for you? But thinking about it, I'm actually kind of looking forward to seeing my father's expression when he hears this request."

Hehe, this is fun! Thinking of his bad-tempered father, Old Wang forced a wicked smile onto his face.

Well, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. Old Wang, who thought he was in for a good show, had no idea his father had already prepared a real spectacle for him.

Without mentioning Old Wang, who was suppressing a wicked smile as he hurried away.

Jiang Xia answered the phone: "Hello, boss?"

The voice of the Minister of the External Department came from the other end of the phone. At first, it was relatively gentle. The old man treated Xiao Dai Mao as a "confessional," and Xiao Dai Mao poured out his grievances on certain occasions.

Jiang Xia looked at the nearly finished circuit board in his hand. "Hmm, it's a bit ugly, but it works, so it's fine." "Boss, are you free tomorrow? I'll show you something fun!"

"Hahaha, okay, I'll be there on time." After venting his frustrations for a while, the big boss regained his usual decisiveness and laughed heartily as he accepted the little dummy's invitation.

After hanging up the phone, the dazed boy started to examine the circuit board again. "Hey, why did I connect this wire here?"

Circuit boards are too much trouble! They're not as fun as gears!

The dejected little guy started straightening the thread ends again, referring to the blueprint. If there hadn't been so little enameled wire, the frustrated little guy would have definitely cut the wire and reconnected it.

Silent all night.

After becoming more rational, Xiao Daimao's soldering skills finally improved a little. At least he managed to produce six decent circuit boards without staying up all night.

The next morning, Secretary Liu packed some food for Jiang Xia in his own lunchbox, and also took the large suitcase that Old Wang had taken out the day before.

"Hmm? Where's Old Wang? Is this what Jiang Qiu and the others copied?"

Secretary Liu grinned: "Weren't you going to the Academy of Sciences today? His dad dragged him there to make arrangements beforehand..."

"Okay! Let's set off after we finish eating!"

Jiang Xia opened the box, looked at what the three little girls had copied, and nodded in satisfaction.

Aside from Jiang Dong's scribbles, the other two girls did an excellent job. When they were unsure about the specific meaning of some words, the two girls meticulously marked them with red pens.

It's no wonder the little girls don't understand; after all, a large portion of the words in this book were made up by the foreigners later on.

Therefore, foreigners' languages ​​have a low information capacity.

But ironically, this low information carrying capacity is quite useful for building computer programs; only modern computers can understand its meaning, such as uniqueness...

Forget it, I won't think about it too much. Anyway, now that we have a goal, the geniuses here might just come up with an even easier-to-write language.

Anyway, based on what this little girl copied, there's absolutely no problem adding their names to the "Proposed Concept of a Computer Network Transmission Control Protocol" project team.

He could even write a paper on IP and ICMP later on, and eventually become an internet mogul.

Imagining Jiang Qiu and "Teacher Qin" wielding these things to command the world, Jiang Xia happily squinted her eyes.

Yes, this is the path that Little Dumb Hair arranged for his family.

Moreover, that vast TCP/IP protocol suite allows Jiang Xia to bring other people he wants to protect into the project team! Don't forget that TCP's security protocols include not only TLS, but also SSL!

One for each person would be enough for them to stay quietly in some secret research institute for a while.

As for your talk of academic fraud, I was the first to create this, and I can give it to whoever I want!

Little Dumb Hair put his hands behind his back, opened the window, and gazed into the distance: Yes! That's it, then our trip here won't have been in vain!

……

Secretary Liu ignored Jiang Xia, who exuded an air of arrogance, and instead focused on the four square pieces that Xiao Daimao had hastily made the night before.

Damn it, here we go again. How am I supposed to move this?

A cold wind blew in through the window that Jiangxia had opened in a showy manner, causing the crooked enameled wires on the circuit board to start twisting and turning.

The current state of the circuit board that Xiao Daimao soldered.

There's a song that can describe it:

"I am a seaweed, a seaweed..."

"Swaying in the wind..."