A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

In the square, the 13 cotton boll lights still shone brightly. Their slightly white light dispelled the surrounding gloom and illuminated the road below.

Several small jeeps, accompanied by a black sedan, slowly passed under the streetlights.

"Mr. Faure, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to sign a memorandum with them so quickly?"

"Don't be nervous, it's just a memorandum, it hasn't been turned into a contract yet..."

"We're still maintaining contact with headquarters at that neutral country's embassy, ​​aren't we?" Mr. Faure crossed his legs and rubbed his cheek.

“Yes! I just got through to the minister half an hour ago. Should we rush over to report?” The attendant paused, then continued, “If the Chinese technology is really as fast as they demonstrated to us, it’s truly remarkable. No wonder the Alliance called to inquire, disregarding protocol.”

“Yes, we won’t go back to our accommodations; we’ll go directly to the consulate of the neutral country. The Chinese technology is incredibly useful! Much more useful than the Chinese ever imagined! We didn’t expect to gain so much from this trip!” Mr. Faure reached out and took the cigar offered by his attendant, tapping it in his hand.

“Pierre, don’t you think today’s events are too coincidental? We were just testing the technology when the Alliance called? And their foreign minister even answered the call right in front of us? You didn’t let the fact that you speak Mandarin get out, did you?”

“Of course! Mr. Faure, we communicated entirely in our native language, and I even tolerated them calling me smelly!” The attendant suddenly became excited. “Sir! You know, after I received the sachet from that blonde girl, no one has ever called me smelly!”

Mr. Faure raised an eyebrow in surprise: "No wonder, you do smell of fresh grass. So you received a gift from a lady!"

"Yes! She's my goddess! I even learned Mandarin from her! She's so charming, with her flowing blonde hair..."

As Mr. Faure listened to his attendants begin to ramble on about praising their goddess, he seemed to realize something: "Since you smell so good, does that mean there's something wrong with the Chinese people's nasal passages?"

"Uh……"

Pierre, the servant, shifted his position slightly away from Mr. Faure.

Mr. Faure sniffed his armpits and began to puff on his cigar.

“Mr. Fu, perhaps we should return to our previous topic. I believe that China is not yet capable of getting Lubyanka’s minister to act according to their wishes!”

"Although they are on the same side, their relationship is known worldwide..."

"Moreover, this technology is so powerful that, for the sake of France, we must stop the deal!"

"Stop them? With the technology we're going to exchange with them?" Mr. Fur shook his head. He's young after all, full of ideas...

“We can give them Marie Curie’s research manuscript to read! I believe that will be tempting enough for them!” Pierre took out his sachet and took a deep sniff.

Mr. Faure's heart skipped a beat. "Pierre, even if your uncle is that sir, don't say such thoughtless things again. Do you know what that means...?"

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Faure!"

After a moment of silence in the carriage, Pierre slowly spoke.

"Okay, I'll be more careful next time!"

The convoy fell silent again, and after a long while, Mr. Faure's voice finally rang out.

“Pierre, does that lady have any extra sachets? Don’t worry, I’m not after your goddess, I just thought… perhaps my beautiful wife needs one of these.”

“Uncle Fu’er, I have two, you can have one. As for your wife’s share, I can try to buy it when we get back to China.”

“Great! What’s the address? I’m sure your uncle will keep you busy as a spinning top once you get back to China.”

"Oh, it's right on the Champs-Élysées! In that shop that used to sell Oriental antiques. It's kind of strange, the former owner apparently mortgaged that shop to my goddess..."

"Oh? What a coincidence!"

"Well, not really. One sells antiques, and the other sells sachets. Although they both have some connection to this Eastern country, the goddess is British."

"Never mind that, Uncle Fu, is your statement that I'll be even busier after I get back related to this technology in China?"

"No rush, I still need some answers from the relevant professors. It'll be quick!"

Mr. Faure took the sachet from Pierre, opened it, smelled it, and then put it in his pocket with a satisfied expression.

Inside the carriage, a faint scent of mentholatum slowly filled the air...

……

At the same time, our head of the external coating department walked into the small office with a big laugh.

"You little brat! You have no idea what trick I just used to outsmart those two families, and Lubyanka even agreed to release them..."

"Snoring, snoring..."

Seeing the little guy sprawled on the bench snoring, the Foreign Minister immediately lowered his voice. He looked up at Old Wang, who was still chewing on a pencil, and slowly moved closer.

Old Wang immediately stood at attention, about to shout "Salute!", but was silenced by the old man's gaze.

"What are you still doing?"

"Report! They're still writing the classified exam paper!"

"Keep your voice down! Stop yelling so loudly!"

As he spoke, our Minister of External Affairs kicked Old Wang aside, took his coat off the wall, and gently covered Jiang Xia with it.

"You two took the exam together, right? How come everyone else has finished, but you're still chewing on your pencil?"

"Waaaaah... Commander, look at this test paper! There are 100 questions on one side! I finally finished it, and when I flipped it over, there were even more! My hand is so sore..."

"Shut up! You woke the little guy up, I'll slap you!"

As he spoke, the Minister of the External Department sat down next to Little Dumb Hair and kindly helped him tighten the coat that Little Dumb Hair had kicked open.

Old Wang pouted, "Who was it that gave me my military medal back then, always saying 'Like father, like son'? So, love can disappear, right..."

"Oh, you've picked up some literary airs from following this kid around, haven't you? You can even say such awkward things now?" The Minister of the External Affairs Department gently patted Jiang Xia's restless back and chuckled softly.

……

At the consulate of a neutral country, Mr. Faure picked up the phone.

"Professor, this is a piece of code I jotted down. Although it flashed by quickly, it didn't escape my notice. In my opinion, is it related to the TELNET program we've been testing?"

A voice came from the other end of the microphone.

"Yes! Although I don't know much about instruction sets and assembly languages, I always feel that they are very consistent!"

"Is it possible that this Eastern lion has mastered a programming language that has never appeared in the world before?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the microphone.

"Mr. Faure, no wonder you are a famous writer; your understanding of linguistics is still so sharp!"

"Although there is no further data to corroborate this, we at the Paris Computing Institute still believe that your judgment is correct!"

"That lion from the East must have invented a high-level computer language!"

“Mr. Faure, we will report this discovery to our superiors immediately. You have also earned yourself a badge of honor. If, if you can bring this advanced computer language back to the country, Légion d'Honneur awaits your presence.”

“That would be my honor!” Mr. Faure’s eyes lit up.

"However, there's also bad news: the Alliance is also in contact with the Lion of the East!"

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"We will report to the general immediately! Please hold on for a while! This technology is extremely important to us!"

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