A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Leaving aside the fact that Old Wang was surrounded by everyone, Jiang Xia rushed into the confidential room.

The confidential officer stood up and saluted Jiang Xia.

"Jiang, you've finally arrived. If this continues, my security clearance won't be high enough. Here's a record of the callers' messages; based on their tone, I've listed them in chronological order for your reference."

Jiang Xia nodded, took the document and saw that the Ministry of Foreign Trade, the Ministry of Foreign Trade, the Academy of Sciences, and even Director Xiong from the Northeast had joined in the fun, making several phone calls.

Let's go back one by one, starting with the people we know.

After making a round of calls, I realized that the two departments mentioned earlier were essentially working on the same thing: transistor computers or parallel computer projects!

The difference was that the call from the Ministry of Foreign Trade was a congratulatory call. Their minister proudly declared that he had kept his word and had indeed gotten the Russians to concede 40% of the annual compensation amount. This meant that some agricultural products wouldn't need to be sent north; the debt could be settled entirely with ore. At the same time, he subtly hinted at awarding Jiang Xia an prize and inviting him to make a visit to the foreign trade building after the New Year.

Things are a bit troublesome on the other side of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I don't know who it was, but they started by asking about the long-distance computer transmission of messages in Jiangxia's case, using official jargon. They kept saying that the French are the model of the Western world and that we must maintain good relations between the two sides. They also said that if there are any further good things, we should not keep them to ourselves.

After Jiang Xia frowned and brushed it off, the other side started pressing him about the accident involving their comrade, repeatedly saying that Jiang Xia needed to take responsibility for it.

Jiang Xia slammed down the phone and glanced at the clerk beside him, whose face was ashen.

"Is this guy really one of the boss's men? He doesn't seem like it..."

The clerk wiped the badge on his chest: "Well, it's the Outer Combustion Department, always on the go, so my thoughts get a bit muddled. Engineer Jiang, please continue, I'll go out for a bit..."

Jiang Xia nodded, then thought for a moment and called the Ministry of Foreign Trade again.

"Sir, I have a question I'd like to ask you. Do you have a moment?"

The Minister of Foreign Trade glanced at the pile of documents beside him, then slowly capped his pen: "Yes! Tell me, is there something wrong with the deal with the Russians?"

"No, that's not it. I'm just curious, weren't you in charge of the deal with France?"

"Oh! That's outside our scope of responsibility; it's handled entirely by the Outer Coating Department!"

"what?"

"Hey! Don't let our foreign trade name fool you; we mainly deal with member states within the alliance. The affairs with the western countries are handled by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. To be honest, exchanging goods with France is our first official transaction with a western country!"

"By the way, I heard they seem to have reached some agreements with France, but they haven't officially reported it yet. Once they have news, I'll ask them to contact you immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xianuo nodded thoughtfully.

That makes more sense. But I already told the head of the external department that we were only demonstrating the computer's SMS communication function; and during the actual testing, we only used SMS technology.

So, how did that person, who was clearly biased, find out about the transmission of the long message?

Jiang Xia had a bit of a headache after thinking about it. He casually jotted down the suspicious point in his notebook and decided to give it to Old Wang. He was so bored that he was practically decorating a tree stump.

Why is Jiang Xia so concerned about this matter?

Of course, transferring a file and just transmitting a few characters are fundamentally different, okay?

Not to mention the CNMD that Guo is currently preparing, Jiang Xia also wants to release an email system a few years later and make another killing.

After all, ARPANET and similar services were only launched within a few universities in the United States in 69.

Fortunately, the hearty laughter of the senior student from Yunnan and Guizhou at the Academy of Sciences dispelled the gloom on the little boy's head.

"Xiao Jiang! Dr. Lan Ying wants you to come over tomorrow; she'll show you something fun!"

"Oh? You used integrated circuits on Big Yellow?"

"Tsk, you kid...you're so emotionally numb. But that's not all, you know. Come back tomorrow and we'll talk!"

"okay!"

Wow, it's quite wonderful to think about. Integrated circuits, which take 65 years to develop, have appeared so far ahead of schedule thanks to the butterfly effect in Jiangxia. That means that China's semiconductor industry won't be cut short halfway due to some well-known reasons.

However, wouldn't this mean that some large colonies would have less ammunition to attack their own backward homeland?

Hahaha, that’s good.

Of course, Jiang Xia was unaware that his sudden flapping of wings triggered a chain reaction.

The Xinjiang-Tibet Highway, also known as National Highway 219.

"Comrades! Come and rest for a while! The cooks have brought the food!"

A company commander, his lips dry, stood atop a mountain and banged on a large tin bucket.

A soldier beside him was waving a signal flag.

In fact, the company commander shouted that sentence more often than he actually did. It was just a habit he had developed over the years. After all, there were four large, rumbling machines on site, and no matter how loud he was, the operators on the machines couldn't hear what he was shouting.

Driver Xiaotian looked at the signal flag on the mountaintop, carefully turned off the throttle of the excavator, and before jumping off the control panel, he meticulously wiped off the dust.

"Xiao Tian! Stop wiping, come and eat. The comrades on the other end are really going all out, and their project is way ahead of ours! We can't fall behind! After we eat, let's not rest, let's keep working until tonight!"

Hearing what the company commander said, Xiao Tian hesitated for a moment before patting the large machine in front of him.

"Company Commander! I wouldn't be tired even if I worked another day, but I feel like 'Xiao Bao' is acting a bit strange!"

Upon hearing this, the company commander became somewhat anxious. The two excavators and two bulldozers in front of them had only recently been allocated to them from above. These were the company's most prized possessions!

Didn't you see the "Advanced Company" flag fluttering in the distance? It was these four precious machines that helped them win it back!

Thus, these four machines came to be known as "Big Treasure" and "Little Treasure." The bulldozer, being larger, was called "Big Treasure," while the excavator, being smaller, was called "Little Treasure."

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Xiaobao?"

"When we got here, we felt that Xiaobao was a bit weak, and now this feeling is getting worse. Just now, Xiaobao was shaking a lot..."

"It was already difficult to start Xiao Bao on the mountain, so I thought I'd just let it idle, but the more it ran, the more it shook, even more than Xiao Gangpao..."

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..." Panting heavily, Little Cannon pulled the food delivered from the military post past him with great dissatisfaction.

A new generation replaces the old? So love will fade away, right?

"Oh, we'll report this situation to our superiors when we get back to the outpost."

The company commander lowered his head and pondered for a moment. "Alright, let's not rush today. Let's go down the mountain early, get a phone number, and ask 'Xiao Bao's' family what to do!"

"Safety first!"

"Alright, Company Commander! Xiao Bao is our hero, we can't mistreat it!" Driver Xiao Tian happily patted Xiao Bao, who had stopped panting, after hearing what the company commander said.

The small cannon parked in the open space changed its tone: "Pfft pfft pfft..."