A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Alright, the server is set up. Now we just need to...

wrong!

Little Dai Mao counted on his fingers: "The big yellow dog at home is the server, and the 'big yellow dog clone' on the outer part of the department is the sending end. Oh my god, where do we receive emails?"

No email website is currently demonstrating "self-sending and self-receiving" to those Frenchmen. Furthermore, Jiang Xia didn't even write the POP protocol used to implement the underlying email logic.

The POP protocol is a crucial element that allows users to download emails from a mail server to their local devices via email clients, enabling offline operations.

His original intention was to leave it for Teacher Peishu and the others to figure out, not for some lazy, idiot...

Without offline operation, at least three computers would be needed to fully demonstrate this "show"...

Oh no, these kinds of contests between nations really can't be decided on a whim. But thankfully, there's a way.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Xia picked up the phone and called for help!

"Hello? Engineer Jiang, where do you need to go?" Well, for some reason, the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications already had air-division switches, but the phone assigned to Jiang Xia was still a dial-less phone. The slightly more advanced part was that this phone used the common power grid, so you didn't have to hold the handle and crank it...

That's good, though, at least I don't have to remember phone numbers.

"division……"

Jiang Xia originally wanted to find the senior brother from Yunnan and Guizhou, but after thinking about the level of that underground electronics factory, well, even if they were short of money, those big shots wouldn't let the French go there to practice computers.

But we already helped the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications get a few units, so using theirs would be perfect. Having made up his mind, Jiang Xia spoke up:

"Um, could you please forward this to Minister Wang for me?"

"Wait a moment..."

After a few crackling sounds on the other end of the microphone, the call was immediately answered.

"Hello! Is this Engineer Jiang? Our minister is in a meeting. I'm his secretary, the one surnamed Tian. Is there anything I can pass on to you?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious. Remember the computers the Academy of Sciences allocated to you? Could you borrow one for a few hours? By the way, the user is the Frenchman who visited your area last time. I have a new program here, called..."

Jiang Xia was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Jiang Gong! You don't need to go into so much detail. With our relationship, we could easily move everything to your house, let alone borrow it!"

"Can……"

"But we don't have any!"

"what?"

Listening to Secretary Tian's tearful accusations on the other end of the phone, Jiang Xia realized that, for those extra corn kernels, the foreign trade department had transformed into a ruthless demon king, risking offending a group of big shots to unlock the feat of signing a contract on the same day and shipping it the next day, aiming to leave the Russians no time to back out!

It was impressive, which resulted in only a few usable "Big Yellow" phones remaining in the surrounding area. If it weren't for the Academy of Sciences' electronics factory working overtime to produce them, the corrupt foreign trade department would probably have already set its sights on the "Miss's" personal machine.

(Well, they don't know that the attack had already taken place and was successful... After all, in the eyes of the higher-ups, people are the most important thing. Without people, where is the country? Without the country, where is the home?)

"Okay, I'll think of something else..."

Jiang Xia hung up the phone with regret, her mind filled with entanglement: if all else fails, she'll have to trouble her senior brother, but the new computer needs to install various databases, which is quite troublesome, and she doesn't know if it will be ready in time.

Hesitating, Jiang Xia pressed the switch on the phone.

"I know where else I can find them!"

"Oh? It's lower in classification than the one at the Academy of Sciences?"

"High! Very high!"

"Then what nonsense are you spouting!" Jiang Xia looked at Old Wang, pouting in frustration.

"Hey, those blockheads. They've wasted all that big yellow dog! I sent some trinkets over there the other day, and they have more yellow dogs there than the spider webs in your house!" Old Wang casually picked up the phone. "I don't know what they're thinking, just relying on... some kind of algorithm to solve it... um."

"Forget it, I'm not going to say anything more. The Ministry of Foreign Trade is so out of touch. It hurts me to see Big Yellow sitting there!" With that, Old Wang kicked Jiang Xia out and took over the dedicated phone line.

Jiang Xia patted his behind, not caring at all. A country this big has its secrets; it's normal. As long as the difficulties he faced could be resolved, that was all that mattered.

Furthermore, the Ministry of Foreign Trade is currently operating within the "economic cooperation" circle of the alliance. While it's called foreign trade, its main activity is actually aid-related. Aid is something that doesn't generate any return; it's purely about gaining prestige. (But don't complain, don't forget that we were carried into the Standing Committee by Uncle Hippo.)

Their authority wasn't as great as it was in later generations; compared to other units with "department" in their titles, they were really junior. It's normal that they weren't familiar with the relevant details.

Lying on a small recliner in the yard, he started thinking about how to fool the Gallic rooster again.

"Dahuang" and his team probably tested it out, but at this stage, the capabilities of various transistor computers are roughly the same. The only difference might be the visual operation they figured out themselves.

Another factor is the relatively advanced data transmission methods currently available.

However, these things still seem somewhat flimsy.

Why don't we just paint a rosy picture and highlight the offline email functionality? But that's not really just making empty promises; the program could be written in no time. The question is whether your computers there can run it…

Anyway, my dog, Dahuang, can't handle these space-consuming gadgets without integrated circuits.

Before his thoughts had even fully formed, Old Wang excitedly ran out.

"We've already talked to the comrades over there! They'll move some of the obstructing things away, and we can go straight there!"

"Huh? Isn't it at the highest security level? Are foreigners allowed to go in and operate it?"

"Yeah, they're pretty shabby over there. Besides the laptops they use a lot, there's not much else."

"Okay! By the way, to avoid wasting time, I'll send the client program to the external control department first, so they can install it..."

Old Wang reached out to stop Jiang Xia, "This thing, let's do it ourselves. Didn't you say that programs can be copied infinitely? Let's be safe!"

Jiang Xia remembered what the Minister of the Foreign Affairs Department had said about giving him an explanation, and nodded in understanding.

"Hey, are there that many people facing outwards in the outer part of the department?" Jiang Xia thought for a moment, feeling a little depressed, and followed Old Wang for a few steps.

Taking out the cassette tape containing the server program, Lao Wang got into his jeep and, instead of taking the main road, started wandering around in the alleyways. After a while, Jiang Xia, who was already terrible with directions, completely lost his sense of direction.

"I said, if you don't want me to know the way, you might as well just put a hood on me. All this winding stuff is making me dizzy!"

"What are you thinking! I fucking know this road! Authorities! You idiot, understand?"

"Hmm, I don't understand. But, Old Wang, haven't we forgotten something very important?"

"Huh?" Old Wang slowed down and turned to look at Jiang Xia: "What? Did you forget some procedure? Little ancestor, you should have said so earlier. This is a one-way street. Once you're in, it's straight through!"

"No, that's not it. The exam that Secretary Liu mentioned, was it today? I think someone hasn't finished reading their little handbook?"

As he spoke, Jiang Xia slowly and methodically flipped through the small booklet.

"Question! What is the medium of information?"

!

Damn it, wasn't the thing we were looking at the day before yesterday about a medium? How come this other medium has suddenly appeared!

You brat, I'm changing shifts!