A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

It's not like people are all inherently shameless.

Jiang Xia, who had been thoroughly tormented by Jiang Dong, woke up the next day feeling refreshed and clear-headed, having completely forgotten about the "feigning sorrow for the sake of writing new poems" that had been lingering in his mind.

He arrived at the office happily, but before he even reached the door, a strange smell hit him, almost making him stumble.

As soon as the door was opened, the stench poured out even more.

Several guards wearing "pig noses" on their heads were tinkering with desks and chairs inside, under the direction of Secretary Liu.

"Why does this stuff have such an overpowering smell?"

Secretary Liu said in a muffled voice, "There's nothing I can do. If it weren't so hard to move the phone, I would have just given you a new office. These desks and chairs are new items that the lumber mill helped you get..."

Even after replacing it with a new one, it still doesn't work; the smell is awful. No wonder some people say its fragrance lasts a long time; this stench lingers for just as long.

But is that thing actually ambergris? Maybe I should ask the old strategist sometime; he'll definitely recognize it.

"Once the dedicated phone line is set up, it can't be moved; disassembling and reassembling it would be too much trouble. No problem, just open the windows for ventilation, and it should return to normal in about a month..."

Well, that's a good reason, but if Secretary Liu hadn't been chuckling as she said it, Jiang Xia might have actually believed it.

However, this is a trivial matter, isn't it just like removing formaldehyde from a new house in later generations? Simple! I have my own clever methods!

Let these people get busy first. Jiang Xia went to the confidential workshop to inspect the "horizontally opposed engine" that Tie Jun and the others were working on.

"Hey bro, this engine of yours, it feels like you just rotated a V-shaped cylinder from 90 degrees to 180 degrees, looks pretty simple at first glance. I didn't expect it to be so damn hard to build!"

Tie Jun, whom Jiang Xia hadn't seen in a long time, had a full beard and bloodshot eyes as he looked at him, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Did the assembly cause any problems?"

"Yes! The engine is smaller, but the installation requirements are also higher, especially the horizontal alignment between the cylinders..."

"However, apart from using water cooling, your engine seems to be almost identical to the engine in the Changjiang 750!"

That's true. When it comes to "horizontally opposed engine", the first thing that comes to mind for most car enthusiasts is probably the famous BMW R75.

This was truly the peak of Hanscat's motorcycle during Season 2.

As for the Changjiang 750, it's also very famous. It was the first sidecar motorcycle produced in Xinhua. It was modeled after Hans Miao's R71 motorcycle.

No, that's not quite right either. It should be that the older brother imitated the R71 to create the Ural M72, and then it was China's turn to "imitate" the Ural M72.

Haha, see? Isn't that funny? Back then, everyone was just copying each other, so patents were a joke.

Upon hearing Tie Jun mention the Yangtze 750, Jiang Xia slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing why the more he designed it, the more familiar it seemed. It turned out he was still following Hans Miao's old path! For a moment, he was speechless.

Well, I have to admit that Hans's industrial mechanical design in Season 2 was indeed at the world's top level at the time.

However, the biggest difference between the "horizontally opposed engine" developed by Jiangxia and the old version is probably in horsepower. Scanner simulations show that after increasing the cylinder bore and optimizing the valve design, the engine can actually reach 48 horsepower.

Considering the unique environment of the desert, he also adopted overhead valves and designed an access port in the valve rocker arm. Perhaps these modifications increased the difficulty of assembly.

"It's alright, take your time. The engine is one thing, but for a tycoon like me, looks are a big plus!"

Jiang Xia is very confident about this.

Have you ever seen a motorcycle with a fully enclosed fairing? Dual-wheel hydraulic power brakes are something you won't find anywhere else! The telescopic fork further protects the delicate skin of the desert camel.

Yes. Jiang Xia shamelessly copied the classic design of the BMW R1200RT. Except for replacing the original engineering plastic parts with steel plates, the rest is basically identical.

For this major bonus point, Jiang Xia made a special trip to take a look at Yi Zhonghai's workbench.

I go!

What the hell is this?

The mirrored shell that Jiang Xia had envisioned did not appear. Instead, after being processed by this master craftsman, the shell panels exhibited a restrained luster.

"Isn't this a matte finish? Master Yi, how did you achieve that!" Jiang Xia exclaimed, picking up a small item and holding it up to the light.

Tsk tsk, the luster is almost comparable to the metal treated with passivation fluid in later generations. Jiang Xia squinted and imagined the imposing presence of a motorcycle covered in these matte metal parts.

This can be done!

"Haha, practice makes perfect! What do you think, Engineer Jiang? This treatment is more suitable than making it a mirror finish, isn't it?" Yi Zhonghai squinted his eyes with pride as he listened to Jiang Xia's praise. The processing method, however, was a secret; he couldn't easily reveal his unique skills.

Unlike Master Qin, who was a fool who passed on every little task he had, Yi Zhonghai was not like that.

Hearing Yi Zhonghai's jack-of-all-trades answer, Jiang Xia didn't take it seriously. If things got serious, he had at least five ways to achieve a matte metallic finish. He was too lazy to expose Yi's little scheme.

After all, Jiangxia isn't a Russian political commissar; he doesn't have the time to concern himself with the thoughts of a few individuals.

"Absolutely perfect! If this foreign trade deal goes through, your contribution will be paramount!"

"To be honest, as far as I know, you're truly the first person to achieve this effect entirely by hand..."

Kua Kua Jiang is online!

Just as Jiang Xia was about to shower the person in front of her with praise, Secretary Liu, sporting a pig-like nose, rushed over in a hurry.

"Emergency call! It's from the Second Ministry of Machine Building, it's urgent!"

Oh! The Second Ministry of Machine Building, could it be that the centrifuges over in the West China Sea are malfunctioning?

Jiang Xia's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't bother chatting with Yi Zhonghai anymore. "Tie Jun, bring a centrifuge stepper motor to my office later, and scale up the small fan of the air fryer tenfold. Smash a set for me!"

After politely saying goodbye to Yi Zhonghai, he wiggled his skinny legs and ran to the office.

"Brother, do you want a three-wheeled or five-wheeled ride?"

"A three-wheeled vehicle will do; it'll just help the smell dissipate!"

Watching Jiang Xia run away, Secretary Liu took off his "pig nose" and looked at Yi Zhonghai with a smile.

However, that smile sent a chill down Yi Zhonghai's spine for no apparent reason.

"Master Yi, you heard it too. The work you're doing involves foreign trade. Do you know what you should say and what you shouldn't say?"

"You understand now, right?"

"No, you don't know. I see your education level is primary school. Make sure you copy this confidential manual carefully. We'll be asking you about it tomorrow!"

Yi Zhonghai looked at the thick booklet in his hand, feeling like crying but unable to.

……

On the way, Jiang Xia bumped into Nurse Zhang from the clinic, got a mask from her, and then resolutely rushed into his office, which still seemed to be emitting black smoke.

"Hey! This is Jiang Xia!"

"Hahaha~~ I have some good news for you, Grandpa Nie! The French have their eye on your transistor computer! They've also got their eye on your 'remote messaging system'! Are you free now? I'll come over to your place, or you can come to mine!"

Well, Jiang Xia wouldn't dare let the old man come here. If the old man got sick from the fumes, his own fate would probably be terrible.

He called over Lao Wang, explained the situation to the two bigwigs from the steel mill who were gathered together discussing something, and then dashed off towards Chang'an Avenue.

"Hey, Lao Wang, those two factory managers are acting strange today. They're actually able to discuss things calmly together?"

Old Wang twitched his nose twice and rolled the car window down forcefully.

"It seems the higher-ups intend to relocate some industries to western cities; I guess they're discussing this right now!"

"Oh! The Third Front construction? Starting so early?" Jiang Xia's eyes twitched as he leaned against the car door, lost in thought: Hiss... that city, the only one in the country named after a flower, that first batch of resource development special zones, is about to open ahead of schedule? So much vanadium, so much titanium...

Nonsense! This little idiot who didn't study history well doesn't know that as early as 56, that famous old geologist proposed to the old man that there was a large iron mine in that place, and at the Chengdu Conference in 58, the old man agreed to the idea of ​​developing that place.

It wasn't until 65 that development took place, and that wasn't due to a lack of funds. Also, right now, our motherland doesn't even have an umbrella to shield us from the rain; all the resources are being poured into that umbrella.

However, thanks to a certain unreliable engineer, the air fryer offset part of the debt, allowing Motherland to put the development idea on the agenda a little earlier.

After passing the city gate that holds a special place in the hearts of the people, Jiangxia looked at the flagpole in the square.

A man in an electrical work uniform slowly walked to the flagpole carrying a large flag.

The flag was a bit big, and when a gust of wind blew, it started to bounce restlessly in his arms, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

"parking!"

What is that person doing?