A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Ha! You little rascal, haven't seen you in a while, and you've already learned to flatter!"

"Let me tell you, sucking up to that guy won't work. He's a walking enigma! He can count how many cuts the doctor made when they operated on his eye!"

Jiang Xia was stunned for a moment, looking at the scars at the corners of the old man's eyes, and barely managed to suppress his excitement.

"Hey, how can you call this flattery! That's its real name!" Well, I'm just saying something absurd, or I might really cry.

"When Hua Tuo treated Guan Yu, he administered Mafeisan, a general anesthetic, and only applied the knife to his arm. I personally attended to the general during his two treatments and witnessed his calm and resolute demeanor, which astonished Western doctors. Was he not a thousand times better than Guan Yu?" Recalling Mr. Erchang's account of the old man, Jiang Xia couldn't help but lower his head.

Draw a picture, hurry up and draw a picture, so that the old man will see you and cry, or he'll be teased again.

In fact, Jiang Xia had his own considerations when he introduced the "Cat Car" at this time. Given the development of later generations, the actual role of armored personnel carriers was rather awkward.

Especially during the battle where the Russians fought, this troop transport vehicle was like a giant coffin; a drone could easily slip a bomb inside by going around in circles...

Despite the large number of Type 63 infantry fighting vehicles produced after their final design was finalized, the majority of soldiers didn't really care for them.

It's common for new recruits to vomit violently the first time they ride in one; it's practically a given. Even after the ZBD-86 infantry fighting vehicle was developed, we didn't equip it much ourselves.

If it weren't for the fact that the two camels were fighting and a wave of inventory was cleared out, this thing would have been stuck with us forever.

That's why Jiang Xia said these things could be sold for money.

……

Seeing Jiang Xia begin to work hard, the two old men exchanged a smile, and the one wearing round-framed glasses silently gave a thumbs up.

An elderly man who loves tinkering with an air fryer puts his hands on his waist and laughs silently.

Suddenly, the old man sniffed: "Huh? Boss stool, it smelled so salty and pungent just now, why can't I smell that odor anymore?"

"Oh, really? The stench is gone, and it even smells nice now?"

"What exactly are you burning?" the old man asked curiously, looking at the two people huddled in the corner.

"The black lump taken out of the whale's intestines, that kid said it was ambergris..." Old Wang pointed a finger and slammed the blame onto the little idiot's head.

If it weren't for the fact that Little Dumb Hair is currently focused entirely on drawing, he would definitely be causing trouble for him.

"Wow, this is unusual. Let me take a look..."

"Okay! I threw the stuff on the roof, I'll go get it right now!"

Seeing an opportunity to escape, Lao Wang pulled Ding Dana aside and quickly slipped away.

They dared not stay, dared not stay. Only Little Dumb Hair could withstand the imposing aura of these old men amidst the smoke of battle. Just now, when the old man blushed and frowned, Old Wang was almost scared to death.

So, if you ask Jiang Xia if he's afraid? Well, no, not at all.

After all, if the predecessors you read about in books were to appear in front of you in real life, wouldn't you be afraid?

So sometimes being recklessly bold is a good thing.

However, it can't be called reckless audacity. This is actually the confidence and strength that Motherland instilled in every Chinese person after China became powerful. And the strength of Motherland was built step by step by these predecessors, working tirelessly and diligently. If you're afraid of such elders, it only means you have something to hide!

Just like when a friend visited the Bald Eagle base in Japan, the soldiers there could immediately recognize him as Chinese.

Why?

Because when that kid saw the bald eagle father in the notebook, he not only didn't bow his head, but also dared to go up and look at him curiously, directly asking if he could take a picture with him...

Haha, so the confidence of later generations and Jiang Xia at this moment have miraculously merged together, making his heart incredibly strong, and he sees nothing with arrogance!

Because he knew that our future was destined to be glorious, and our nation would surely be revived, and he was merely a catalyst with a slight effect.

And this is precisely the missing piece for those who are still struggling to find their way.

It seems that his confident attitude was a large part of the reason why the elderly people favored him so much.

Instead of mentioning Jiangxia continuing to draw, the two elderly people took advantage of a rare moment of free time to chat.

Old Wang was pulling Ding Dana along on the rooftop, using the light from the adjacent workshop to search for that lump of something that looked like either poop or "fragrant."

"Hey, that's weird. It was right here at the entrance, where did it go?"

Ding Dana poked at the snow on the roof with his foot. "Is it covered by snow?"

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid? I even hung this thing up with a rope to see if it would work better after it dried out..."

"Hmm? Footprints!"

Old Wang immediately became alert, took out the large spinning wheel, and put on that neurotic smile of "Cold-faced Yama" again.

"Oh, there's a thief in the house, huh? Perfect timing, I'm just getting bored..."

"Ha, only your factory would have this. Our factory wouldn't have anything like this!" Ding Dana suddenly squatted down and sniffed hard.

"Follow me! Follow the scent! You dare steal from Xiao Jiang? I'll make sure you get your ass kicked!"

Old Wang's face immediately fell: "No, brother, you can really smell it?"

"Nonsense, I don't even need to check the ingredients of quenching oil 42 and 43, I can tell just by smelling them! Otherwise, why do I feel you smell so strongly? Come with me! That smell is going downwards..."

The two tiptoed to the bottom of the building. Ding Dana pulled Old Wang aside and pointed in a direction: "Over there..."

Old Wang waved his hand and said, "No rush, let's make the arrangements."

As he spoke, Old Wang took out the bullet casing hanging on his chest and blew out a sharp sound.

Fleeting sounds~~

A few clumps of snow fell, and a figure emerged beside them. The figure's position was extremely clever; the doorway lights were so bright that his face was completely obscured, except for a deliberately exposed fiery red patch on his chest, which revealed his identity.

"I've run into a little trouble. Please keep a close eye on the two leaders and my son!"

"Um!"

The person didn't say anything, made a nasal sound, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Ding Dana stared in astonishment at the scene before him. Suddenly, he spotted several dark figures out of the corner of his eye. He was about to shout, but upon seeing their red badges, he swallowed his exclamation.

"they are……"

"Comrades, what else could they be!" Old Wang breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing these dark figures appear.

"Having your home raided is too embarrassing..."

"Clap clap clap clap~" The guards of the steel rolling mill, led by Liu Hongjun, came over in a small line at a rapid marching speed.

"report!"

"Silence!"

"At ease! First squad, stay behind. Second squad, follow in combat formation. We're going to catch a mouse! Comrade Ding Dana, you lead the team!"

His firm tone made Ding Dana feel as if he had instantly returned to the team.

"Yes!"

The group dispersed and walked along the main road in the factory area with a nonchalant gait.

"Hey, Old Wang. I thought you were going to drag me deep into the lion's den..."

After Lao Wang instructed everyone to relax and take things easy, Ding Dana finally couldn't help but tease Lao Wang.

"Tsk, in the past, we might have done that. But now..."

"A friend of mine said the world is so big and he wants me to take him to see more of it, so I like ganging up on the weak the most now..."