A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The morning sunlight is so refreshing!

Forget about drills or anything like that, let's get this thing made first! A simple structure like a cat car shouldn't be too difficult for a steel rolling mill these days.

After all, the inventor of this cat-shaped car was a folk genius who was later recruited into the team.

As for gyroplanes, they're not that complicated. They're just three-wheeled vehicles. How difficult are they? Don't forget that behind Xiao Da Mao is "Master Guo," who has been immersed in the structure of aircraft for a long time.

In particular, the rotor of a gyroplane is not connected to the engine transmission system. The engine does not drive the rotor to provide lift for the aircraft. Instead, the rotor is driven by the airflow in front during flight to generate lift, similar to a windmill.

This greatly simplifies its relative structure. Furthermore, compared to helicopters, it lacks a tail boom and tail drive, relying solely on the rotor to generate vertical pressure difference for flight. It can be said that its flight safety is even superior to that of the An-2. Many talented individuals in later generations have also recreated it, fulfilling their own dreams of flight.

It doesn't make sense that if those experts can assemble it, I can't manage it with so many powerful backers.

Draw the blueprints and send them directly to "Master Guo" via computer for his review; that shouldn't be a problem. Oh, right, Senior Brother Yungui is simultaneously reverse-engineering the DOS operating system and tentatively building a graphics function library. With this, drawing basic graphics using assembly language shouldn't be a problem.

In particular, the horizontally opposed engine, which is already undergoing testing on the test stand, has a flat body that is perfectly suited to this aircraft, which is not even as big as a cruise motorcycle.

Everything's in place! Nothing can stop me!

but……

Have I really gotten too cocky lately? How could a half-baked military enthusiast like me try to refute those veterans who have walked through countless battles with my limited military knowledge? Jiang Xia slapped his forehead and began to reflect on himself.

"Old Wang, am I getting a little too cocky? Am I really presumptuous enough to think I can instruct the general on how to fight? On the battlefield, don't the soldiers still yearn for a place to 'shelter from the wind and rain'?"

Old Wang scratched his head. "I've never been on the battlefield either. I've been training for amphibious landings and stuff. To be honest, I think the flying cat you mentioned is pretty useful. Let's get one up and try it out..."

"Pah! I have more to say than to you," Jiang Xia said sullenly, bulging his eyes and realizing he had asked the wrong person.

That's obvious. Someone like Lao Wang is more like the "Garrison's Gorillas," so it's understandable that he doesn't understand large-scale warfare.

Let's make the product first, and leave how to use it to the actual users. It doesn't matter if the teams don't like it. Taking the civilian route and making a cat-themed sightseeing vehicle to sell to camels is also a good option.

Having figured things out, Jiang Xia, seeing the car about to pass that famous square again, eagerly leaned out of the window: "Forward, forward, forward..."

Before the song was even halfway through, I saw a man surnamed Hu standing on the sidewalk in the square, carrying a flag and waiting to cross the road.

Wow, the flag-raising ceremony these days is so shabby, the flag even has to give way to traffic. I wonder how long it will be before the National Flag Law comes into effect? ​​Never mind, I'm going to go and experience raising the flag again.

Brother Hu must have received instructions from above, because he wasn't surprised at all by Jiang Xia's arrival. After the flag-raising ceremony, his previously serious face broke into a smile, and he even cheerfully remarked that he finally had a helper.

Taking the cigarette Jiang Xia offered, Brother Hu said somewhat awkwardly, "Comrade Jiang, could you help with the flag-raising ceremony tomorrow? I'd like to accompany my wife to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for a check-up tomorrow. Dr. Lin has reminded us several times, but we've been busy with the flag-raising..."

"Oh, is your wife sick? Does she need any help?"

"No, no, my wife is an older mother. She went to the hospital when she had abdominal pain last time, and the doctor told us to come back after a while..."

Jiang Xia remained silent. His elder brother really should take his wife for a thorough checkup. If it was Ms. Lin who instructed them to have a follow-up examination, the matter might be serious. Should they speak to the "old military doctor" on his behalf?

This was the first time Jiang Xia had the idea of ​​using his connections. The main reason was that this Brother Hu was truly remarkable. He had been able to carry out the flag-raising ceremony alone for 25 years, and he deserved the title of pioneer!

A nation with hope cannot be without heroes, and a country with hope cannot be without pioneers.

Jiang Xia grasped Brother Hu's hand with deep affection: "Leave the flag-raising to me! If you need anything else, you can call me directly and ask for Jiang Xia at the steel rolling mill! Don't keep anything to yourself if you encounter any difficulties; I'll definitely help if I can!"

"Haha, what could possibly happen? We have the country backing us! The union lady has been telling me that if I encounter any difficulties, I should just report them to the organization. We're from Xinhua, they'll definitely be able to solve it!"

At this point, Brother Hu's face lit up with a smile again: "But thank you in advance, young comrade. When my wife has her baby, I'll definitely prepare red eggs for you!"

Then, Brother Hu approached Jiangxia and mysteriously held up two fingers: "Two!"

Jiang Xia was somewhat petrified. Had he misinterpreted someone's feelings again?

……

Just as Xiao Dai Mao was enthusiastically going to raise the flag, little did he know that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building was not far from him.

A group of Gallic chickens silently walked down the steps, the two leading ones looking completely indifferent.

Perhaps the morning sunlight was too dazzling, because one of them twisted his ankle as he walked down the steps.

"Damn these stairs! Why do the Chinese like to build such long staircases? It's inhumane!" The man who twisted his ankle vented his anger on the person next to him after regaining his balance: "Mr. Faure, I know you have a good impression of this country, but don't forget you're a Gaul!"

"Are we really going to pay such a high price for a mere transistor computer? I'll complain to the minister!"

As Faure listened to his companion's accusations, he silently withdrew his hand that had been reaching out to help him up.

"Mr. Vieri, as you wish, it's your freedom to do whatever you want..."

"Hmph! We'll see!"

The original group split into two distinct groups, and Mr. Faure watched Vieri leave, letting out a soft sigh.

Conflicts have existed since ancient times, both domestically and internationally.

“Special Envoy, Vieri is a representative of the conservatives. If you rashly clash with him, it may affect the Emperor’s plans…” an attendant standing behind Mr. Faure said softly.

"Hey Pierre, don't you think the camarade here has shown us a remarkable technique?"

Pierre pondered the meaning of the word "camarade" for a moment. "Ah, it's quite an ancient word, comrade."

"DGSE submitted a report a long time ago regarding the Bald Eagle SAGE system. If I told you that the technology our colleagues here showed us is likely a key component, would you still think that our less-than-advanced technologies were a losing proposition?"

"This...it's unbelievable! This kind of technology actually appeared in this wasteland of knowledge..."

"Ha, change your mindset. You know how crazy those professors at the University of Paris are about water lasers lately. And the most cited basic research papers they publish come from this country."

"So, do you still think this country is a wasteland of knowledge?"

"Uh, I haven't been paying attention to that. But I enjoy reading the serialized stories at the back of their magazine, the Jedi Knights and stuff, it always reminds me of our first emperor..."

Mr. Faure twitched his lips, looked through the buildings in front of him at the flag fluttering in the air above the square, and remained silent for a while before continuing to speak.

"Okay, I think it's a bit unethical of Camarade here to break down a computer into a main unit, monitor, and keyboard. It's different from what I've seen of them before..."

“Uh, Special Envoy, you forgot, their modem is divided into hardware and software parts. So, if you calculate it that way, we might have to contribute a little more to this deal…”

"Tsk! That's so unfriendly!"