A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Hey... what's going on here..."

Jiang Xia sighed. The general in plain clothes in front of him unfolded a newspaper and read it with great interest, completely ignoring the sighs and lamentations of the man in front of him.

Seeing that the general ignored him, Jiang Xia, with a sullen face, wrote down another string of English:

“Therefore, the successful application of electron interference experiments provides pelling confirmation of the wave-particle duality of material particles.”

Sitting next to him, the grandmaster who helped him organize the documents—oh no, Brother Shousong—was holding a "Teacher Qin's" version of a professional terminology dictionary, helping him check the translations to ensure they were correct.

Yes, that's right. After the experiment was finished, the experts took the data and went their separate ways, leaving the little guy to write alone.

It wouldn't have mattered if Jiang Xia had taken her time writing it, but when Dean Qian learned about it immediately, he called her in a panic, demanding not only the complete set of experimental records but also ordering her to finish the English version of the paper within 24 hours.

After writing it, I still have to give it to him for review before the matter is considered settled.

Wow, writing a paper in 24 hours? And entirely in English, no less...

Is it not worth mentioning?

Do you think I'm really bad at English? If I were, how would I get promoted? Besides, I'm not working alone anymore!

Jiang Xia, whose little hair stood on end, diligently served Jin Zhen a cup of tea.

It turns out that Jiang Xia fooled the naive Jin Zhen with just one sentence: "You're amazing." He made Jin Zhen represent the "Big Boss Team" to announce this shocking news. Since he was the representative, Jin Zhen was naturally the one who should write the paper.

Jin Zhen had no objection to this. After all, although his bald-headed eagle teacher had led him astray, his English was indeed excellent. With Jiang Xia's guidance, Jin Zhen could practically write the paper flawlessly, except for a few obscure technical terms. However, Xiao Dai Mao forgot to mention that as a co-corresponding author, Jin Zhen might face scrutiny from foreign scholars. Hmm, how will one of our most brilliant minds perform? I'm quite looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, while Jin Zhen was holding a pile of original materials, trying to figure out which way the door to quantum mechanics opened, he was also writing a paper according to Xiao Dai Mao's wishes.

Zheng from unit 701 rushed over and immediately shattered Xiao Dai Mao's idea of ​​slacking off with his words, "Emergency mission."

As Jinzhen reluctantly left, our General in plain clothes took the opportunity to come in and sit in Jinzhen's seat, beginning to read the newspaper.

……

Forget it, forget it, I'll do it myself...

Jiang Xia still had a deep memory of the original manuscript of "Claus Jönsson's Experiment" from later generations, and he simply copied it.

If you ask why I remember it so well, it's because it was recognized by Physics World magazine as "the most beautiful physics experiment"...

Writing was nothing, but even with the "founding master" by his side, Xiao Dai Mao felt like he was being proctored.

But this little bit of pressure is nothing compared to the "commoner general" sitting there silently, just reading his newspaper.

General...

What exactly do you want?! You just came in and started reading the newspaper without saying a word. Humph, if you don't say something soon, I'm going to unleash Old Wang!

Just as the little guy finally couldn't take it anymore and wanted to put down his pen to ask for clarification, "Grandmaster" popped his head out from the side.

"Jiang, is this 'wave-particle duality'?"

"Oh, technical terms. It's normal that Xiaoqin and the others haven't encountered them before and they're not in the dictionary. Just look at how broken their language is; it takes three words to express one meaning..."

"Look at this..."

As he spoke, Jiang Xia took out a notebook with distinctive features and explained a line of text on it to Brother Shousong.

Brother Shousong nodded to show he understood, but then he looked at the notebook and saw a line on the cover that read: "For the exclusive use of the Northern War Armistice Negotiation Delegation!"

"This is……"

"Professor Guangya's study notes said that there are several knowledge points in them that are not available in China, and he told me to take a good look at them."

Jiang Xia, feeling overwhelmed, carefully put the notebook away.

The pillars are all wonderful people, warm and friendly, and they can keep up with Xiaodai Mao's train of thought. I love chatting with them.

What gave Jiang Xia a headache was that after everyone finished talking, they would hand over a big notebook and would frequently use words like "exam" to scare the little dummy.

What can we do about it? We just have to accept it, of course!

Especially the owner of this notebook—Teacher Guangya, the "most handsome among all handsome men," a representative of the boy band who only does one thing in his life!

Little Dai Mao felt that he could use the notebook in his hand as a "ruler". He ran to the old man's disciples and grand-disciples. If they disobeyed, he would grab the notebook and give them a lightning five-beat lash. He guessed they would all shout: "Well done!"

"Hey hey hey hey..."

Jiang Xia's ambiguous laughter finally caught the attention of the "commoner general," who cast a scrutinizing gaze. Jiang Xia couldn't help but chuckle for a long while.

Hmph! Let's see who can hold back!

Deliberately ignoring the general, Jiang Xia started chatting with the "founding father".

"Hey, what do you think would happen if I solved Fermat's Last Theorem and published it in Chinese? Would those math fanatics invite our international students back to be Chinese teachers?"

Brother Shousong, whose head was already filled with all sorts of distorted technical terms, shook his head: "Whether you can solve it or not is another matter, but I do know that if you don't write this paper well, Dean Qian might really treat you to a beating with bamboo sticks..."

"Hey! Didn't you see the conclusion? It's already written, which means the paper is finished. As for the references and stuff..."

This paper does not require references!

"How about that? Impressive, isn't it?"

Brother Shousong was stunned upon hearing this, staring at the dangling ahoge (cowlick) for a long while before finally replying in a daze:

"It's certainly imposing, but I bet Dean Qian and Professor Guo will pluck a few of your ahoge (cowlicks) off... Putting everything else aside, the theory you're basing your argument on was proposed by someone else, and what about the basic parameters you're using..."

As someone who has published books and established his reputation early on, Brother Shousong is very familiar with the standard format of academic papers: "Never mind, never mind, you just need to finish the main structure. Leave the keywords and references to me, I know you don't like dealing with these things..."

Seeing Jiang Xia happily hand over his paper, Brother Shousong's lips twitched: "However, if you have some free time, don't forget to proofread the manuscript!"

Jiang Xia stared blankly at the manuscript, which was big enough to bury him: "Wait, it was only half a meter tall a couple of days ago, how did it grow several feet taller? Has this manuscript entered puberty?"

"If you don't look soon, you'll grow several feet taller tomorrow... Comrades, based on your 'unit analysis method,' we've already extended its application to the area of ​​'thermal processing'..."

Oh my god! How can anyone possibly finish reading this? Let alone understanding the basic theories inside, even the basic technological principles are beyond my complete grasp!

How can one then guide others?

He's not a protagonist who's overpowered! Nor is he an all-rounder! At most, he just has a minor bug with an unreliable cheat code.

However, we mustn't show weakness!

I have a brilliant plan! But I still need to ask Secretary Liu if it will work. After being tested by a series of events, our little idiot has become much more comprehensive in his thinking.

It can't be incomplete; if another stern-faced "General in Hemp Clothes" comes along, Little Dumb Hair would be ready to hang himself from a tree in the southeast.

After seeing off the "founding master," I repeatedly assured him that I would begin reviewing the manuscript immediately. I also asked him to take the paper directly to the research institute at the Chinese Academy of Sciences after he finished working on it, and that my senior brother from Yunnan and Guizhou would handle the subsequent document transfer.

Back in the office, looking at the still composed "General in Plain Clothes," Jiang Xia sighed: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Sitting there with that straight face, I really felt uneasy..."

"Didn't I explain the principle of the 'flywheel energy storage generator' that I talked about yesterday?"