A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

After the security guards surrounded Jiangxia's office in a standard "three-three system".

A security guard used a piece of wire to pry open the door lock in a few seconds.

He opened the door and peeked inside.

He couldn't help but grin.

He gently closed the door, suppressed a laugh, and gestured to his comrades to lower their guard.

"What's the matter?"

"It's Engineer Jiang. I don't know why he's back. There's a pile of blueprints in the room, and he's fast asleep in bed!"

After listening, Wang Kui opened the door, peeked inside, and smiled when he saw Jiang Xia sleeping sprawled out.

Perhaps because the door was open, a gust of cold wind slipped in through the crack, making Jiang Xia shiver. He involuntarily curled up into a ball.

Wang Kui remembered what he had told Grandma Jiang, so he went inside, gently pulled the quilt over Jiang Xia's head, and covered her with it.

He had done this action countless times in basic training, so he seemed extremely skilled at it.

The desk lamp was still on. Wang Kui, who had developed a habit of thrift in the team, quietly walked to the table and reached out to turn off the lamp.

"Huh? What's this!" Wang Kui's pupils contracted slightly.

After flipping through a few pages of drawings, Wang Kui let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at Jiang Xia, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, Wang Kui smiled.

"You're really something, kid." After saying that, he didn't turn off the light and tiptoed out.

"Let's get out of here and let that kid sleep. Be quiet!"

The group then tiptoed downstairs.

Liu Hongjun rubbed his hands together: "Hey, this Engineer Jiang is really strange. Why does he like sleeping in the office so much? It's getting colder, isn't he afraid of getting cold!"

Hearing him say that, Wang Kui was stunned for a moment and looked at Liu Hongjun.

Liu Hongjun felt uneasy under his gaze: "Section Chief? What's wrong?"

Wang Kui pondered for a moment: "Something's not right. Jiang Xia is the one who's most afraid of the cold. Around this time last year, he seemed to prefer staying in his dorm drawing, right?"

"Yes, you forgot, we even made a bet on him, and you lost terribly!" a veteran player chimed in.

Wang Kui's face twitched. Did he think he had lost a roast duck last year?

"Go, investigate. See what happened. I just promised his grandmother I'd take good care of him, and now someone's trying to embarrass me!"

The veteran player nodded silently, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

"Red Army, you were a squad leader when you were discharged, right?"

Liu Hongjun nodded, then immediately realized something was wrong.

Immediately snap to attention: "Former reconnaissance squad leader of [unit name]! Requesting instructions!"

Wang Kui nodded in satisfaction: "I have a task for you. First, keep an eye on Jiang Gong's room. Make sure no one goes in before work tomorrow. Second, take care of Jiang Gong like you would the new recruits. That kid doesn't sleep well, and he can't afford to get cold in this weather!"

"Also, stay hidden!"

Liu Hongjun gave a quick salute, then turned and jogged upstairs.

"Let's go, let's continue patrolling!"

The next morning.

Ma Weihong was the first to arrive. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Jiang Xia sleeping soundly with the blanket tucked inside.

Looking at the drawings scattered all over the desk, I realized that Jiang Xia must have become the king of drawings again.

Ma Weihong walked in quietly without waking Jiang Xia.

He gathered the scattered drawings together, stacked them neatly, and set them aside. Then he tiptoed out of the office, considerately closing the door behind him.

Liu Hongjun hid at the entrance of the small warehouse, his mind in turmoil, still wondering whether he should try to stop them.

Also, it seems that Jiang Gong has kicked off the blanket again. Should we go and cover him up again?

Seeing that Ma Weihong had only organized the blueprints, he felt relieved.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Liu Hongjun took a lock from the warehouse and locked the office door.

Then he hurried to find his department head. It was already work hours, so was he going to let him in or not?

Wang Kui listened to Liu Hongjun's report and was both amused and exasperated. How did this ordinary soldier become a squad leader?

He waved to Liu Hongjun, signaling him to lift the blockade and return to his unit as soon as possible.

After joining the ranks, Liu Hongjun thought for a long time before raising his hand to report.

"report!"

"speak!"

"I still have to go back. I've locked Jiang inside!"

Damn it! I was thinking of bringing this guy into the special team, but forget it, I'll observe him a bit more.

Speechless, Wang Kui led Liu Hongjun on a rapid march.

As soon as the lock was opened, Ma Weihong came up the stairs carrying a lunchbox.

The two sides greeted each other upon meeting.

Ma Weihong walked into the office by herself and kicked Jiang Xia: "Wake up and get up for breakfast!"

"What's so great about this office? You always come here to sleep, don't you find the floor too hard?"

Seeing that Jiang Xia didn't react, Ma Weihong raised an eyebrow: "I bought some steamed buns for someone, from the second canteen. They said they smelled amazing!"

He picked one up and took a bite: "Mmm, so delicious. The new head chef at the second canteen is really good!"

Seeing that Jiang Xia still hadn't made a move, Ma Weihong simply squatted down and pinched his nose.

Just like how she usually deals with her child who loves to sleep in.

Before his hand could even touch Jiang Xia's face, a wave of heat emanated from him.

Ma Weihong's expression changed, and she changed her hand from twisting to touching.

Touching Jiangxia's forehead, oh no! He has a fever!

"Hey, Sister Wei Hong, you're here so early today!"

"Hey, is Jiang Xia sleeping in the office again? When did he get back?"

The four office men, playfully bickering, walked into the office and, seeing Jiang Xia sleeping there again, couldn't help but tease her.

"Hey, come quick! Take Jiangxia to the factory clinic, the little guy seems to have a fever!"

Li Tiejun took three steps in two and reached out to probe.

"Oh dear, she really has a fever, and it's quite high!"

As he spoke, he wrapped Jiang Xia in the blanket and gave her a princess carry. The group ran noisily towards the factory clinic. Ma Weihong was so anxious that she didn't even put down her lunchbox before running out after them.

Liu Hongjun, who had just come downstairs, looked depressed when he heard them say that Jiangxia had a fever.

Looking at Wang Kui, whose face was ashen, he weakly explained, "Director, I really did cover him with a blanket last night. Eight times! He really kicks his knees too much."

Wang Kui waved his hand: "The root of the problem isn't with you."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Kui returned to Jiangxia's office and hastily packed up the drawings he had made the night before. He even included some draft papers for calculations.

They wrapped him up tightly with Jiangxia's bed sheet from the ground and took him back to the security office.

We called in the veteran team members who went to investigate last night.

"Any results yet?"

The veteran team member's name is Yang Dazhuang, and he has been working at the steel rolling mill for many years.

He nodded upon hearing this and reported the results of his investigation to Wang Kui.

"Director, it seems that Zhao Dezhu is quite shrewd. There is indeed such a clause in the regulations for the management of the steel rolling mill dormitory."

"Jiang Gong has already been allocated housing, and according to regulations, he should give up his dormitory!"

"Although it was a bit deliberate, theoretically speaking, it's actually quite correct! If I had to nitpick, I'd say his communication was poor!"

"But he could have easily used the excuse of 'timely action' to cover it up. It's true that a large number of workers worked overtime yesterday, and some of them lived too far from home to rest in their dormitories."

This kid has a powerful backer!

Wang Kui snorted coldly, "Is that all you've investigated?"

Yang Dazhuang raised an eyebrow and smiled: "How could that be? Look at this, it's definitely enough to give this kid a run for his money!"

As he spoke, he handed over a list and a small diary.

Wang Kui picked it up, examined it closely, and then smiled coldly.

"You can't kill the monkey, but you can at least stew the chicken!"