A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

That's all there is to say.

With the guide wire in place, the rest of the work will naturally fall into place.

The only bright spot was that the little cannon stole the show once again. Pulling the heavy cable across the river along the guide line was a piece of cake for the "putt-putt-putt" little cannon.

If one machine isn't enough, then get two. But if two machines still can't handle it... then we'll have to rely on manpower.

After all, in this remote mountain camp, there were only these two tractors available for deployment.

Jiang Xia stared at them closely, and the more he looked, the more familiar they seemed. Then, when he saw the numbers, his eyes widened – weren't these the two machines that Teacher Deng had "borrowed" from him under the pretext that "it's not good to go through caves"?

OMG... Good heavens, this is terrifying to think about. It's best not to delve into it too much!

The small cannon's power rendered the villagers who had come to help useless. But no one complained; everyone turned around and did what they could. Some went up the mountain to pick wild fruit and gather firewood, while others went down to the river to fish and catch shrimp. Before long, even the crows that "General in Plain Clothes" had shot down earlier were retrieved. The villagers planned to use these ingredients, along with fresh river fish, to treat their helpful workers.

Despite the freezing weather, the villagers went into the water to catch fish without hesitation, a gesture that truly touched people's hearts.

Jiang Xia didn't hesitate and immediately had Lao Wang bring over the instant noodles and "Pleasant Goat" instant noodles from the jeep. Although these instant noodles were defective, they weren't inedible. The problem lay with the seasoning packet—Master Chef Nan Yi, influenced by Xiao Dai Mao and lacking experience in making seasoning packets for the first time, created an absurdly salty concoction, excessively salty and oily, so salty that just one bite would send you "to heaven."

But who would have thought that when these salty and bitter seasonings were poured into a large pot and cooked with fresh river delicacies, they would create an unexpected and delicious flavor.

Anyway, everyone enjoyed the meal.

……

For every person who is happy, there is someone who is unhappy.

Unhappy people are far away from us.

It's far away on the other side of the ocean.

"What! The 'TELNET Protocol' has already been certified by BIRPI (International Bureau of the World Intellectual Property Organization)? And the applicant used my personal seal?"

The goddess's departure made Pierre feel that life was unbearable, but after being comforted by the devil whose name started with the word "sea" inside the small glass bottle, he was able to live a life of living in the morning and dying at night.

It wasn't until the viscount, who had initially claimed to have a "big business deal," came to his door that he snapped out of his daze.

"Yes, I never expected that Viscount Pierre would have such a long-term plan, and act as decisively as your great uncle..." The baron said with a forced smile, then changed his tone and became sarcastic, "But why did you hand over 80 percent of the intellectual property rights to China?"

In that case, even if we reach a deal with the US, the dollars we receive probably won't be considered a 'big deal,' right?

Upon hearing this, Pierre shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

凸(艹皿艹), it seems I've forgotten about this lately. The little pills and various dances really make one "happy here and forget about home".

You see, this plan was secretly approved by a high-ranking figure in parliament. Now that this has happened, not only is the deal going to fall through, but he himself is likely to face dire consequences...

"Alright, Baron, you don't understand the situation. In my opinion, Pierre did the right thing!"

Just as Pierre was racking his brains trying to figure out how to keep this a secret, someone walked in through the door and came to his rescue.

"Uncle Fu, what brings you here!"

“Naturally, I’m here to reward you.” Mr. Faure frowned and glanced at the disheveled Pierre.

He casually slapped a medal onto Pierre's chest.

"Viscount Pierre, thanks to your foresight in filing the TELNET agreement with BIRPI (International Bureau of the World Intellectual Property Organization) in advance, we have gained a favorable position in our communication with the Bald Eagle. In recognition of your ingenuity and fearlessness, the Emperor hereby awards you this medal!"

"Huh, huh, huh? What's going on?!"

Pierre and the Baron exchanged a glance, and then the Baron's fawning smile brought Pierre's vanity to its peak.

"Am I truly blessed by the goddess? Even so, honors still fall into my lap automatically?"

"Oh, my goddess, I would kiss your toes!"

Mr. Faure did not linger. After politely declining the invitation to dinner from the dazed Pierre, he dumped all the tasks assigned by the Emperor—negotiations with the Bald Eagle regarding the "TELNET Agreement"—on him.

Then, Paipai rushed to Inria (the French National Institute for Computer Science and Applied Mathematics) after receiving a copy of the experimental record.

"Antoine, my old friend, how have you been lately?"

"Oh, Faure, it's so good to see you, especially the file folder you're carrying. Let me guess, does it contain the latest annotations on the C programming language from our Chinese friends?"

"Ha, friend, to put it in Chinese, this is like rain falling on parched land. C language is beautiful, but the version you brought back is like a broken Venus..."

Antoine, the director of the National Institute for Computer Science and Applied Mathematics, excitedly accepted the file bag.

"Oh, this is wonderful. Assistant, please inform my wife that I'm going to stay up all night with my muse!"

"Huh? What the heck? Where's the promised C language comment? 'A most beautiful physics experiment based on electron interference to derive the wave-particle duality of physical particles'?"

Professor Antoine raised his head with some confusion.

"My friend, where did you get this stuff? Aren't you the author? How did you get involved with such a mystical field as quantum mechanics?"

Mr. Faure shrugged with a wry smile. "These were brought over by our Chinese friends. Out of respect for our desire to establish diplomatic relations, they shared this experimental data with us."

"Share? Who do they want to give this to?"

Professor Antoine listened to his friend's explanation and then turned his attention to the original experimental records.

Theodore von Kármán!

"Huh? Isn't that old man aerospace researcher? How do the Chinese people know this academic tycoon...?"

Before Mr. Faure could reply, Professor Antoine gasped, "Could it be money...?"

"Ha, quite clever," Mr. Faure clapped his hands. "Alright, old friend, you should know why I gave you this original record. Friends from China, since you are confident in sending this data via direct flight and having it reviewed by that academic tycoon, they certainly won't falsify anything. Have your researchers verify it, replicate their experiment, and divert the ill-intentioned attention from the international community!"

"Our emperor also needs it to keep certain things hidden in the shadows..."

"I know what to do. I am also a member of the International Brigades. Helping my Chinese friends is just a small thing."

"However, our friends in China don't seem to need our help. Have you read the novel experimental hypotheses at the end of the paper?"

Professor Antoine gave a soft exclamation of admiration: "C'est étonnant!"

"These ingenious plans are enough to attract the attention of the academic community..."

"But, my old friend Fu, please ask your friends in China if it's possible to publish a textbook on the C programming language. The current version is really too unfriendly to us!"

"Oh, okay. We just need to continue helping each other, and I believe they will reply to us as soon as their traditional festival is over!"

"Well then, farewell. I have an appointment tonight, so you'll have dinner with your muse..."

Mr. Faure politely took his leave. Professor Antoine was upstairs, watching him get into the rather futuristic Citroën DS19. As the car started, a strand of golden hair floated out of the window, like the finest Seres silk.

……