A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Old Wang pushed Jiang Xia, trying to leave again, but Jiang Xia turned around and went back.

Ok?

Why are they cheering again?

The cheers abruptly stopped as the door was opened.

Minister Wang placed his hands in front of him, and the researchers also stood with their hands clasped.

Seeing Jiang Xia appear at the door, Minister Wang seemed to only then notice her: "What's wrong, Xiao Jiang? Is there anything else you want to add?"

“Uh…” Jiang Xia looked at them suspiciously.

"No, it's just Minister Wang. Could you please run a telephone line to my courtyard? I'd like to use Dahuang to transmit some messages..."

"No problem! I'll get it done for you right away. Hey you, take two people to Jiang's house and make an appointment with the best cable! Also, install a dial-up telephone for Jiang!"

"Thank you, Minister Wang. How much does it cost?"

When asking about the price, Jiang Xia was still a little apprehensive.

You should know that signing up for a telephone line is not cheap these days. Although I don't know the current price, until the 90s, when the post office opened personal telephone installation services, the initial installation fee alone was 5000 yuan, and that did not include the cost of the telephone itself.

If it's this expensive these days, Jiang Xia thinks he should just wash up and go to bed. He can always go to his senior brother's place in Yunnan and Guizhou to use his Wi-Fi...

"No need! Uncle will get it for you! As long as you get the computer for Uncle, we'll be even!"

This is good; it seems I still have some influence with my senior brother from Yunnan and Guizhou.

Little Ahoge left satisfied, ignoring the cheers that continued to erupt behind him.

"Old Wang, let's go. We're going back to review it!"

"okay!"

Just thinking about what might happen to the reviewers made Old Wang's eyes light up. He grabbed Little Dumb Hair and hopped into the little jeep, disappearing in a flash.

He didn't even respond to the calls from the operator behind him.

"Hey, Minister, there's a direct line to Engineer Jiang!"

"Oh? Which department are you from?"

"The signal indicates it's from the Academy of Sciences..."

"Uh, never mind, tell them to wait half an hour before calling again, or you can pass on a message to Xiao Jiang when he gets back to the office..."

Minister Wang is still a little guilty. After all, everyone had coaxed that little airhead, and now that he's being called back, he's bound to feel a bit awkward.

Oh, you're asking why?

Didn't you see that the Russians are willing to use corn to buy time? Do you think Motherland, who always dotes on her own children, will take all the production capacity of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and exchange it for corn to fill her children's stomachs?

As for how Minister Wang knew this information, it can only be said that the dedicated telephone lines are now operated by manual switchboard operators...

Therefore, upgrading the switch is imperative.

"Hey, why are you running so fast? The comrades are going to help install telephones at home in a bit. Shouldn't I go home and prepare?" Jiang Xia thought of the period dramas he had watched. Installing a telephone at this time was a big deal. Forget about giving red envelopes, at least he should prepare some cigarettes and snacks for the installers.

"What's there to prepare? It's just a phone line. We should hurry back to the factory. I can't wait to clear Xi's name... no, I should say we need to get him cleared of suspicion and back to normal work. Let me tell you, although there's no specific date, the training for officers in Nanjing will end in May. If we miss the exercise, don't cry, someone..."

"A military order is not a child's play!"

Hey, Old Wang is right!

Old Wang's words immediately put Little Dumb Hair under immense pressure. Time was of the essence; he had to get moving.

How are gyroplane rotors designed again? Uh, they seem to be a bit different from helicopter rotors; one tilts forward, and the other tilts backward. But, not having to design a power transmission system for the rotor is just too convenient...

Old Wang, who was standing next to Jiang Xia, watched as Jiang Xia wrote down, “An aircraft that generates lift by creating a pressure difference based on a special rotor shape design.”

"Hey, that's the taste!" Old Wang squinted his eyes contentedly. "Who will this bomb hit? I'm really looking forward to it."

It's a pity it runs so fast, otherwise it would be perfect to show it to "Big Daddy".

"Hey, Lao Wang, how did you know that Nanjing College would be closing in May?" Jiang Xia suddenly came to his senses.

"I've been there..."

"Oh, no wonder you said 'graduation' isn't the same as 'graduation'..." Jiang Xia nodded seriously. Ha, what a slacker!

"Is there any difference?"

"Is there?"

……

Back at the factory, two bright red fire trucks, converted from Jiefang trucks, drove out of the factory in a blatant manner. Inside the truck bed was a large, bright red tank, and the water cannon nozzles on the roof stood upright like anti-aircraft guns.

Apart from the occasional burnt smell wafting through the factory, everything was normal.

"Old Wang, didn't you say you were going to do an audit?" Jiang Xia thought he would take his coworkers to the material yard for identification, but it turned out to be no different from usual.

However, the astute Old Wang still noticed some clues from the distribution of the guards.

"Hey, I'm not going to tell you. You're so capable, go and figure it out yourself..." Old Wang raised an eyebrow, said he had something to do, and parted ways with Jiang Xia at the door.

Jiang Xia took a few more steps forward alone, and sure enough, the steel mill's office building had been sealed off. The outer perimeter was guarded by the original guards of the steel mill, while inside were some unfamiliar faces in dark blue uniforms.

As soon as he entered the annex building, a baby-faced police officer in uniform beckoned to him sternly: "Comrade, hello. Please come over and register! Show me your work ID!"

Jiang Xia, with a large roll of blueprints tucked between his fingers, turned his ever-present satchel to the front and began to feel around.

"Hello comrade, I am Jiang Xia from the R&D department of the steel rolling mill. This is my job..."

Hmm? Where did you put the work ID? There are too many blueprints in my space, I really don't know where I put the work ID. Jiang Xia casually placed the rolled-up blueprints on the table, and the blueprints slowly unfurled as he did so...

It's coming, it's coming!

Old Wang, who was secretly following behind him, looked delighted.

"Snap!" A large hand firmly pressed down on the blueprint.

"Jiang, I have your work ID with me, and I'll bring it over for you..."

A kind-looking man appeared behind the baby-faced police officer, smiling broadly as he showed Jiang Xia a red booklet.

"Here you go, Xiao Li, use this to register. Engineer Jiang, we're old acquaintances..."

Looking at the familiar work ID, Jiang Xia suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was the team leader who had pinned him down at the electronics factory last time!

Oh, I remember now, I think I really did hand over my work ID to him back then. I haven't used it recently, and I've been so busy that I completely forgot about it...

"Oh, it's you! We meet again..."

A gust of wind blew through the room, and the captain's face twitched slightly, his hand gripping the blueprints tightening involuntarily.

"Jiang, please put this away quickly." The team leader was sweating profusely. This damn wind! You can't even read, why are you flipping through blueprints like that!

"Oh, right, Captain, what's the situation with what happened yesterday? Are the injured people alright?" Jiang Xia took the work badge, casually tucked the blueprints under his arm, and took out a pack of cigarettes to smoke.

Seeing that the blueprints had finally settled down, the team leader inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know, anyway, it was still breathing when it was taken to the hospital yesterday. But whether it's breathing or not, it's all the same... By the way, the factory says this thing is your private property, but it's hard to set a price. Do you want us to estimate its value?"

As he spoke, the captain waved behind him, and a team member threw a package of oil paper over from a distance.

Jiang Xia opened it and saw that it was indeed that indescribable thing. Hey, it hadn't been blown to bits! And the outside had turned a pale white, but it still smelled terrible…

"Why do you need to appraise it? But I don't even know if this lump of stuff is the legendary ambergris. If it is, it's worth a fortune?"

"Okay! We'll do it your way!"

The captain took out his notebook and wrote it down with great seriousness: Suspected ambergris, value: a thousand gold pieces!

What kind of strange operation is this?

"Hey, where did you find this thing? On that person's body?"

"No, it's on the roof beams of the warehouse..."

"According to our investigation, the criminal surnamed Jia probably stole this thing early in the morning and left it there. He was working overtime that night, probably hoping to take this opportunity to smuggle it out..."

"As for why he detonated the bomb, and where the bomb came from, that still needs to be investigated..."

Just as Jiang Xia was about to say that this was probably not a bomb but an accident, Secretary Liu rushed over.

"Stop chatting... Hurry up and go to the confidential room, lots of people are looking for you!"

Jiang Xia responded and tried to run to her office, but was pulled back after only two steps.

"Confidential Room! Confidential Room! Your office was completely dismantled by Old Liu's guards..."

Jiang Xia turned around and rushed out of the building's main entrance, only to bump into Old Wang, who was squatting in the corner pretending to be a tree stump.

"Hey, you're so free? Why don't you explain to the comrades what a dust explosion is!"

Huh? The rest of the people turned to Old Wang with suspicion: "What's a dust explosion?"