A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

after one day.

A natural skating rink.

"So, rest means taking care of the kids? I'd rather not have this kind of rest..."

Jiang Xia, his sanity plummeting, rested his chin on his hand in frustration and turned to look at Jiang Dong, who was standing on his back. Once they arrived at their destination, the girl had immediately pressed Jiang Xia onto the ice and was using him as an ice bed.

"Yoho..."

Jiang Dong kicked the ice sled "Jiangxia" a few times, and it set sail smoothly.

This brat, fed by General Zhen, has gotten quite fat. Her once thin face now has some extra flesh, making her incredibly heavy on Jiangxia. Yet, she still enthusiastically greets her friends, wanting to invite other children to experience the unique feel of the "Jiangxia" ship.

Yes, after the "Jiangxia" had been in motion for a while, it was surrounded by Jiang Dong's "little brothers".

In particular, there are some children with very different styles among them.

The little girl with brown hair was still wearing a gorgeous Sharwalkamitz outfit, and at this moment, this future Baba Sheep "Iron Butterfly" was eagerly preparing to board the "ship".

What would happen if you came up here?

Jiang Xia quickly waved his hand, dissuading the little girl from having this idea.

This little girl with brown hair was only 9 years old, but her physique was twice the size of Jiang Qiu…

However, while he could stop one thing, he couldn't stop another. Before long, Jiang Xia's body was covered with a bunch of half-grown boys and girls.

What a sin...

Jiang Xia was practically overwhelmed by these boys and girls. Right now, his mind was filled with replays of yesterday's events:

Yesterday, he submitted the blueprints to the Academy of Sciences. After contacting his master at the foot of Tianshan Mountain through the Big Yellow clone there, he directly sent the "electronic version of the vortex tube blueprints" over so that the people there could evaluate them first.

After having a farewell dinner in the evening, Li Huaide, still excited, was put into a plane specially approved by the Air Force bigwigs this morning, and then ordered to take leave.

However, halfway through, the bigwigs in the outer section still gave me a semi-mandatory task—taking care of the kids.

By the way, this task was actually provoked by the adorable Jiang Dong.

Just two days ago, because "Iron Butterfly's" father was busy with political affairs, the little girl had to play with the bouncy ball alone in the guesthouse's small garden.

With a deafening roar, Jiang Dong, leading his underlings into battle, made a dazzling entrance.

"Huh? How come you have a steel version of the Ghost Ball? Did my brother give it to you?"

"Your brother? Is he a worker at the integrated machinery factory?"

Jiang Dong frowned slightly at the somewhat broken Chinese, but then he smiled when he saw another little boy with a high nose and deep-set eyes in his group.

"Hmm! The composition is indeed workers... Do you want to play with us?" Jiang Dong took out an even smaller ghost ball and waved it in front of the "Iron Butterfly".

"Uh, is that okay? I am..."

"Hey! They're just the guys Grandpa Wang brought. His orderly's blond hair and blue eyes! So what? As long as they consider us one of their own, then we're friends!"

"Iron Butterfly" tilted her head and thought for a moment. If it was General Wang who brought them, it seemed to be true. It was indeed him who introduced the Barbayang delegation.

So, "Iron Butterfly" nodded.

Jiang Dong patted his chest, pointed to the little boy with a high nose and deep-set eyes at the very end of the line, and rolled his eyes: "Oh! You were bullied too? Is it because your appearance is different from ours? So no one plays with you?"

Jiang Dong spoke too quickly, and "Iron Butterfly" didn't react for a moment, only hearing that no one was there to keep her company. Looking at the sincere Jiang Dong, the little girl continued to nod.

"Don't be afraid! I'll beat those guys up for you! But before I help you, let's go and get Wang Yan's share back first!"

Huh? Wang Yan, that somewhat handsome boy?

"Yes! His dad is helping us find oil in the Daqing Oilfield! The poor little guy got bullied, but don't worry, I'll get revenge for you!"

So, "Iron Butterfly," who was still a naive little girl at the time, was dragged by Jiang Dong and inexplicably got into a fight.

It's okay to have a fight once, but it's troublesome if you get addicted to it.

Three fights in one day, that's quite something!

The staff at the guesthouse couldn't very well stop this guest from a foreign land, so they could only send someone to follow him while reporting the situation to higher authorities.

Finally, the report reached the head of the outer section, who laughed and said, "Whoever's child it is, they're responsible." So he simply assigned Jiangxia to take care of the child...

The Indian side had no objections either. Since they were already preparing to establish diplomatic relations with China, it wouldn't hurt for the next generation to make contact sooner. Especially since China was quite formidable these days; they could even shoot down a U-2!

Thus, Jiangxia officially became the child's... throne.

……

Behind the "Jiangxia" ship, Jiang Qiu and "Teacher Qin" huddled together, slowly gliding on the ice while pointing at the newspaper reports and discussing them endlessly.

Hearing Jiang Xia's screams, Jiang Qiu still felt sorry for his older brother and sternly chased away the group of teenagers.

Then... he pulled 'Teacher Qin' along and plopped down on her.

Read the newspaper! The content is fascinating!

The newspaper devoted four full pages to reporting that we had once again used domestically produced fighter jets and missiles to bring down the invading U-2 reconnaissance aircraft.

In particular, the repeated use of the word "domestic" boosted the morale of the Chinese people and also stung the enemy's heart.

What's rather subtle is "once again." "Once again" is an ordinary noun with no particular meaning.

However, certain forces that saw this report were unable to remain calm.

They were the first time, and they are the second time.

Yes, that's right, I'm talking about you, Black Rat Squadron.

At this moment, the members of the Black Rat Squadron were reporting the situation to someone who liked to make a "victorious retreat".

"Sir! This is information our intelligence department just received!" The captain of the Black Rat Squadron pulled out a damp newspaper.

"In summary, the missing U-2 was indeed shot down during its first mission!"

The squadron leader shook the daily newspaper and brought the large pictures close to his superior.

"Aircraft shot down? Not by a SAM missile?"

"Well, that's what the newspapers say. But they shamelessly claim that the planes produced by the Alliance are their own! There's a bunch of MiG-17s parked in the Northeast that can't fly, and they think we don't know that!"

"This shows that we weren't defeated by them, but by the Alliance! In other words, the Alliance defeated the Bald Eagle!"

"Yes! That's right. The bald eagle described the U-2 as an unshooable aircraft, and what happened? It was shot down last year!"

"Therefore, it was only natural that our plane was shot down!"

The captain of the Black Rat Squadron became more and more self-righteous as he spoke.

Hey, it's not that we're incompetent!