A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Who's the sucker?

Hey, do you guys think it's a camel?

of course not!

Camels are cunning; one of their core beliefs is that a wise person doesn't stand under a dangerous wall!

The dust explosion at the comprehensive machinery factory had already terrified them, and after their normal conversation, they had long since run away.

The story begins with a man, a man with a large beard.

Just as the old man in the flower hall reached an agreement with his old friend over the phone, dawn broke again.

"Boss, let's rest for two hours! We still have to meet with Baba Sheep's guests later!"

"Baba sheep? Oh! Their purpose in coming is still about the border issue!" The old man rubbed his forehead, and the joy that the little ahoge had brought him turned into a sigh: How annoying, we just want to develop quietly.

Hmph! Not a single one of them is a good person. They all think their own kids are the cutest! They're so good at getting things into the house for the adults!

"Yes. However, I estimate it's more than that. Leader, recently their domestic media have been criticizing the US's 'emphasis on India over Pakistan,' and I think they're also here to find a way out..."

"Oh? You've been so focused on domestic construction lately that you've forgotten about what's going on with your neighbors. Let me see your memo..."

Look around, it's already mostly light outside.

Secretary Zhao sighed and quickly went to prepare breakfast for the elderly man.

To be fair, Barbadian sheep have been living quite comfortably lately thanks to the bald eagle's "South Asia control policy." They've not only received substantial support from the bald eagle, but also from France, a traitorous member of the bald eagle's camp. This includes, but is not limited to, infrastructure projects such as power plants and cement plants, and they've even been given numerous military advisors to help Barbadian sheep improve their military capabilities.

But with the global polarization, the bald eagle urgently needs new allies to contain the Russian bear's growth, so they set their sights on the white elephant.

Especially now that the White Elephant has adopted the "non-alignment" approach and declared itself the leader of the movement, the Bald Eagle sees this as an opportunity and thinks: "Hey, this is promising! If we have the White Elephant in our hands, wouldn't we be able to 'hold the emperor hostage to command the princes'?"

So the Russians showered the white elephant with resources, and the Russians, not wanting the bald eagle to monopolize the lead, intensified their efforts to win over the white elephant.

The white elephant, pampered by its two big brothers, became incredibly arrogant. Besides causing trouble on our border, it would occasionally provoke the barbarian sheep.

The same goes for the Bald Eagles. Since they've decided to support the White Elephant, they'll definitely reduce their support for the Barbary Sheep.

This displeased the British. Public protests erupted, but the bald eagle didn't care. All it wanted was to increase its influence on Earth. Disobeying? Protesting?

Ah!

As a result, the former sweetheart quickly turned into a bitter old woman, with not only the related support gradually decreasing, but even the supply of key resources being cut off.

Faced with the departure of its financial backer, Alibaba is not one to sit idly by. Instead, it has set its sights on its own great nation with a history of five thousand years.

……

After reading the memo, the old man smiled slightly: "Indeed, support isn't so easy to come by! You have to be strong yourself to succeed!"

"My old friend, your point of view is absolutely correct. When it comes to borrowing things, you're always at a disadvantage. Learn from past mistakes!"

The old man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment: "Using the name of the border to test them? If they are truly sincere, then we won't disappoint them; if not... humph!"

"Huh? What's this? An invitation to the Dongbaba Sheep Industry Expo?"

"An industrial expo..."

The old man touched his chin, which was now covered in stubble, and his thoughts began to stir slightly.

"lead!"

The old man looked up and saw Secretary Zhao rushing back with his hands covered in flour.

"Boss! Wang Hu Zi is waiting at the door to visit you..."

"Good heavens, he arrived in the middle of the night yesterday. He wouldn't let the guards announce his arrival, and stood there for almost half the night, his whole body soaked with dew..."

"Hey! Mr. Wang, why are you being so formal? Please come in!"

The old man got up, intending to go and greet him.

"Old leader! I've come to see you!" Wang Hu Zi, whose beard had turned mostly white, stood in the courtyard, shook off the dew, and then quickly approached the old man.

As he walked, he rubbed his hands together to warm them up.

The old leader always likes to shake hands with people; it wouldn't be good to ignore him.

After exchanging pleasantries, the old man led Wang Huzi to his office.

"Hehe, old leader, we made it in time. I didn't bring anything good, but these are cigarettes produced by our corps. Please try them!"

As he spoke, Wang Huzi placed two crumpled packs of cigarettes on the table.

"Oh! The Corps is already producing products?"

The old man picked up the cigarette pack with great interest. Hmm, the outer packaging was a bit shabby, but the names were quite nice, called Green Pearl, and there was another pack called Kunlun.

The old man chuckled and put the two packs of cigarettes into the small drawer. "You know my rules. Only you would do something like this! It's only polite to reciprocate. Come on, I'll treat you to breakfast!"

"Hey! The old boss is the best; he knew I'd been standing all night and was starving..."

"You, you..."

The two arrived at the small dining room. The older sister came out to greet them and then led Secretary Zhao to the kitchen to get busy. For a moment, only the two of them remained in the small dining room.

The old man pulled Wang Huzi aside and started chatting about the Tianshan Mountains, asking about the situation of the Production and Construction Corps and the lives of the local people. Wang Huzi answered well at first, but his buttocks kept swaying back and forth as if they had nails in them.

The old man saw it all and smiled to himself.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

"I know! But I was just afraid of disturbing your rest!"

"Something worth waiting half the night for you, Wang Huzi, can be a small matter. My flower hall isn't a dragon's den or a tiger's lair. Do you think the guards are making things difficult for you?"

"No, no, it was my fault for not informing them..."

"Okay, next time if it's urgent, just say it directly! Don't beat around the bush, just say it!"

"Hehe, it's still about the industrialization of the Tianshan Mountains..."

Wang Hu Zi tugged at his beard and began to recount his story in a rambling manner. He explained how the soldiers of the Production and Construction Corps never ate a single grain of rice from the border residents, never shared a room with them, and slept in dugouts on the ground. He described how they relied on their own hands to dig mountains and reclaim land to build farms, and how he started his own factory, which not only provided employment for some of the Corps soldiers but also absorbed some of the border residents.

"Old leader, the Tianshan Mountains are just too vast! I feel that simple agriculture and small-scale workshops are not enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility of defense!"

"Especially recently, Number One has asked me to keep an eye on those people with dual identities. They've been quite a handful lately! They keep touting how high the living standards of workers are on the Russian side!"

"So, this time, that steel rolling mill—oh, I mean the comprehensive machinery factory—wasn't it planning to set up a branch? I was thinking, why don't we just let them come to my place! Give them some support, lay the foundation for an industry, and also put those who are hesitant on the sidelines!"

"That makes sense. Only when the border is stable can the interior feel at ease!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu Zi exclaimed, "Hey! There's a chance!"

He quickly pulled out his industrial plan. If it weren't for Wang Huzi's affection for the Tianshan Mountains, he would have built a complete industrial chain, from small match factories and soap factories to large steel mills.

The machinery factory is the highlight, with a planned area of ​​thousands of acres.

The old man's lips twitched slightly: "You've thought things through quite thoroughly, but even the current Hongxing Comprehensive Machinery Factory isn't this big, is it? Are you planning to relocate them entirely?"

"Hehe, there's nothing on my land, the land itself isn't worth much."

"Old leader, I know the country is facing difficulties, but we can build the factory ourselves! I don't need much support, just one more person. What do you think?"

"One person? If I gave it to you, you'd build the factory yourself?" The old man's lips curled into a strange smile.

"I specifically requested him! Hehehe, if you give him to me, I'll build him a palace without a problem!"

Just as the old man was about to say something, the eldest sister finished cooking the dishes, and Secretary Zhao brought them to the table.

It was just an ordinary meal: a few steamed buns made from a mixture of wheat and water, a small dish of peanuts that you could count, and a small bowl of pickled vegetables.

The only exception was a small dish of stir-fried meat in a bowl.

Oh my, Wang Hu Zi was thrilled to see the stir-fried meat slices. He knew the old man always ate a light diet, and having meat and vegetables so early in the morning meant it must have been prepared for him.

"Oh, old boss, this is so embarrassing..."

The old man remained calm and gestured for Wang Hu to eat. He then took a steamed bun and slowly began to eat. After consuming two peanuts, he suddenly asked:

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious! Your cooking is still as good as ever!"

"Hmm, tell me, how does your older sister cook such delicious food?"

"Uh, a pot?"

"Yes, that's right. But you need more than just a pot; you also need ingredients... Imagine someone suddenly runs into your house, stuffs all your ingredients into their pockets, and then, not only that, they take away your cooking pot. What would you do?"

"What else can we do but kill him!"

Wang Hu slammed his chopsticks on the table with one hand: "Are you referring to those Russians loitering around the border? You wait, I'm taking my men back, and we'll wipe them all out!"

"Oh, that's good. But don't you think I was talking about you?"